Years are long and the world of mortals is long. Hidden in the fragrant sea of flowers, a breath of missing flies in the corridor of years, with a long fragrance.
If time slows down, turn it into a bunch of flowers; If you are willing, plant flowers one season and keep cool. Have you ever surprised the years with that simple rhyme? Pear trees are better than snow, has it ever made your heart clear? Spring breeze solves the flower language, and suspicion is an old friend. Have those sorrows buried deep in their hearts left the sadness without freehand brushwork?
It was a fleeting time, who used the moment of gazing at each other to quietly dye the warmth of spring. The planted breeze speaks to the flowers. The eyebrows are picturesque, and there is a touch of purplish acacia between them. Dark fragrance is full of sleeves, light and shallow marks. Look at the fragrance of that year, it will last for a long time. The spring breeze is soft and fragrant, how can I look back and miss it, just for the practice that I will never pass by again in this life.
After a long time, a new green, spring petals; Pale purples, full of fragrance. After writing for so many years, suddenly looking back, a Zen sadness came from it. The faint lonely and thin beautiful image, as beautiful as ever, turns Zen into snow-like thoughts and nourishes a lonely heart.
On the world of mortals, thoughts brushed the skirt and gently wet the promise. A heart, gently around the ear, freehand brushwork the warmest affection. Pick a petal of the fragrance of the years, don't complain about sadness, put on a smile of spring, and let bloom feel carefree and elegant, and the spring rhyme is fragrant. Quietly observe the poetic time in the fleeting time.
A season of bloom, oncoming; For a while, the fragrance of an acre of heart. In the mirror, the Iraqi people have a shadow on the moon. If the world has no chance, lead China will be washed and the world of mortals will be locked. Looking back on Zhan Yan, the whole city will be warm. Sitting by the window of the porch of the season, how much joy is inexplicably locked in the courtyard. Dressing up your face blocked your heart and couldn't keep yesterday's flowers and plants.
The far end, the lingering wind, those warm and untouchable shadows, deep love, fragrant petals and falling flowers. Recall a warm past, let time flow gently, smell the flowers, and a long memory of the flowers will keep the expectation of love in the next gorgeous spring season in bloom.
A plain pen, a love, depicting time; A wisp of long thoughts, along the trajectory of fragrant petals, wrapped around the heartstrings of memories, carving memories with flowers and incense. Spring breeze is seamless, leaving the shadow of flowers, sadness after sadness, who will cherish it! Tears kiss falling flowers, petals miss, who asked?
I miss you, wrapped in a fragrant scroll, waiting in the depths of pear blossoms, waiting in countless fallen flowers. In "The Stranger of Reincarnation", I wrote a warm encounter, dropping the most romantic carmine in every time. Looking back at the promise shaken by the wind, faint and tearful, let the flowers become beautiful. Flowers are warm and fragrant, lingering in dreams, intoxicated by time, and how many flowers are forgotten by fleeting time.
Looking for flowers and asking for willows, warm to tears. A flower fragrance is dying, but it is still planted. Wet the rings covered by time. Pear blossoms fall with sadness and stare at the distant thoughts. Touching the figure so close and so far away, how many secrets are hidden under the pear tree.
The wind, blowing away the former appearance, let time drift quietly in the gap between the fingertips. So there is more concern, more confusion and longing. Q: Yesterday's shadow was like a dream. Did that white shirt, when it landed at first glance, look back, fragrant the desolation of the canthus?
Red dust ferry, a drop of clear tears; Falling on the branches and condensing into bodhi, did that watch enter the eyebrows in the season, and did the sunshine leave a pure white and desolate flower?