The wind blew through the shallow summer, and the air was filled with the smell of lilacs.
Sitting in a corner of time, I use words, draw a paper, listen attentively to the falling words in the wind, some meet, destined to be very warm
Some things, some people, all their lives will be affectionately accompanied, never left, and irreplaceable. Sun shadow, moonlight, night rain, inch by inch of time winding, in cooking and tea listening to music flow away. The purpose of life is life. I cherish the simple daily life in this time. May the years be gentle.
I like to look for the same kind in the faint light and the inexplicable power in silence.
At the beginning of people, the nature is good, everyone's initial is pure and kind, what changes us is the cruel reality and inner desires.
The numerous and complicated world has a different kind of beauty, but some beauty can only be seen, but can not be touched. Every day we are in the hustle and bustle of people, drifting with the current, sometimes want to stop, but can not stop, because there are too many responsibilities to bear, but we must remember to bring ourselves back.
The mundane is the greatest daily and warm. Reading and appreciation of American articles
Streamer is hasty and gentle, remember the clear scenery on the way, and forget some thin and cold fragments.
Loyalty is a kind of belief, is a person's own brand, when a person does not believe in it is soulless, whether a person can do a good job in life and have a relationship, depends on your loyalty!
Like such people, do not like to cater to, not overflowing enthusiasm makes people cramped, has the inside information, the flavor of existence, for each other to grow.
I cherish all the light and lasting affection, infatuated with all the long-term love but not urgent confession.
Watching a play, like life, is not in a hurry to get to the end. if one is born lucky, the world is heaven.
Happiness is to live according to your own way and know how to appreciate your life so that you can live as you want. maybe not all dreams can become a beautiful reality, but beautiful dreams can also decorate the beauty of life.
Walking in the fields under the blue sky and white clouds, stop-and-go, take a look at the pat. Slow down and calm down, listen to the voice of nature, take a deep breath
May the mountains and rivers be quiet and beautiful, and may all beings be as merciful as water, and may the years treat you as before.
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