Life is a vivid picture, no matter sunny or rainy, it is a kind of poetic freehand brushwork, mood, is a kind of invisible energy, as elegant as breeze, can also be as sad as drizzle, pure heart can be recalled once, indifferent life can be far away.
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Living in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time, not only because of its four distinct seasons, but also because of its unique flavor in many plots. In the twinkling of an eye, it is also the season of spring blossoms. It has always been believed that apricot blossoms, spring rain and Jiangnan are the real spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Look, a season of flowers bloom in spring; listen, a season of spring rain, beautiful in spring. It rained outside the window and the apricot blossoms turned red. Listen to the wind and rain under the tree, cherish the spring dusk?
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain is gentle, smoky, hazy like a girl's veil, how deep, how mysterious. Support a leaf boat, cross a side of clouds and water, writing obsession, full of feelings, will outline the waiting for a thousand years. Singing a que of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, bathing a journey of Tang style and Song rain, qu Yun is long, telling the love of clouds and water that has not changed for a thousand years.
Gently, walking in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, the hazy drizzle wet the thin clothes. Affectionately, looking at the pieces of bluestone full of vicissitudes, the ancient rhyme is faint, thoughts are drawn, can not help but think of Dai Wangshu's rain lane, condensed into lilac-like melancholy. The oil paper umbrella in the heart floats in the mist of smoke and water, waving clothes in the room, lifting the veil like water, outlining the melodious melody, gentle attachment, flying in the fingertips, playing a faint movement.
Yunshui for the paper, Gu Hong as a pen, thousands of feelings, light curtain misty rain, a Jiangnan ink, tender affection, how can people not nostalgia? Light and clean wind, in a curtain of misty rain into the flat brocade, a little quiet, a little soft, condensed into an affectionate beautiful book paper.
Blue sky and so on misty rain, and I am waiting for you, into the quiet Acacia River, three points into tenderness, seven points into love. Play the jade flute, play the yaoqin drunkly, and never forget. My daughter is full of lovesickness, drink with you with a pot of hot spring and persistence, and get drunk in this life with only one cup.
A spring rain moistens everything in the world, fragrant and verdant. A wind and rain, blowing wrinkled a pool of spring water, shock waves. Apricot blossoms fall, sigh; cherry blossoms blossom, rejoice, roundabout, sigh, who takes fleeting time chaos floating life?
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, gentle and gentle, is the love that surrounds the dream in my heart. Quiet night, through the window to listen to the rain, the sound of tick-tock, like your whisper, lingering in the ear. Midnight rain through time and space, beautiful feelings slowly faint away, and you and I, will always be the story, the most perfect interpretation, night rain, feelings are also vivid.
All the understanding in the world, do not need too many words, sometimes instantly look at each other, can read each other. As this rainy night, the transmission of a fate of the continuation, feelings endless, it is day and night of the affectionate call, fate does not know where to rise, and is doomed to fall in love.
The rainy night is slightly cool, holding a handful of tenderness, plucking the heartstrings, singing the stillness of the night, the pulse is the rise of yearning. The intersection of heart and heart stretches into a beautiful ballad in the years, love seems to be blooming, man dance in the quiet night, pen and ink contains fragrance, a word between reading, such as the beginning of the beautiful freehand brushwork, pulse thoughts extended palmprint dripping, printed in the fragrance of memory, shallow is still fragrant.
In the Xuan window, "kisstherian" is in a single cycle, sitting alone in a corner, the mood flying in the elegant and graceful melody; bathing in the light rain, whispering a cherished harp, the heart moves in the gentle notes. Such a night is suitable for missing, do not need too many gorgeous words to interpret, you just need to listen quietly, listen to the empty rain, listen to the tenderness of the drizzle, it is an unparalleled realm.
Feelings spread for thousands of miles, splash ink freehand brushwork to spend the boat. A cup of tea, a song, sitting alone in the elegant room, listening to the patter of spring rain, looking at the beautiful smoky scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, although some lonely, it is also a beautiful picture. Thick Biluochun dark knead the unique fragrance of orchids, cup taste, Teng a strong fragrance to the nostrils, then a few wisps of faint heart, unexpectedly filled with a bit of spring love. Life, nurtured in the smell of books, intoxicated in serenity. Tao ran wrote the story of flowers blooming and falling quietly in the watch of Yunjuan Yunshu.
Cherish a long-cherished wish, make time quiet and good, let thoughts float in the mountains and rivers, recite the wind and recite the rain, the poem fragrance, winding into a moving scenery in time, placed in the bottom of my heart, dust-sealed collection of life. Time is no longer, the scriptures of the years, feelings lingering, together with the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, gradually folded into the memory of Longshang never withered scenery.
Let the feelings fly wantonly in the rhythm of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spiritual chapter is the ripple of the blue waves.
Let ink fragrance, fluttering in the dreamy Chunhua Qing song, meaningful lines of poetry, is that a touch of unique fragrance.
Look, the micro curtain sprinkles in the south of the Yangtze River, waiting for a misty rain encounter, the book poured down the city, drunk a cavity of feelings, gradually thickened, condensed into a gorgeous Chunshao picture scroll.
Wen / Mo Yunfei QQ:1980367853
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