It was cool in early summer, and I slowly cooked a pot of sake. My eyebrows rustled lightly and softly. I watched quietly, and the fallen flowers flowed in the courtyard, turning into leaves, and my face was as clear as smoke.
In early summer, greenery, raindrops falling on the eaves, a picture scroll floating, full of fragrance, an uneasy heart is also in the elegant early summer time, sometimes thinking, sometimes calm.
Early summer is cool, and there is a touch of sunshine in my heart. Not saying anything is also affectionate, and missing it is also affectionate.
The breeze in May is warm and fragrant, and with the pace of summer, the scenery is beautiful. It is also a quiet time to enjoy while walking.
Another season of warmth. Now, in the traces of years, I am still looking for my own sunshine and walking with Xia.
May, still beautiful, does not reduce poetic romance. Strangers are bustling and lush, and the south wind still affects everyone's mood, which makes people feel a lot.
In May, it is the beginning of summer. We are longing for and pursuing dreams and poetry. Walking in spring and summer, it is beautiful to be in harmony with time.
Low eyebrows, spring has passed; Look up, early summer is coming. May the spring breeze take away all the sadness and melancholy, accept the warmth in the summer sunshine and light up the future.
In late spring and early summer, a rain doused the fragrant flowers. Years frown, the thin pen of time is in the room, and the paper is like smoke.
With the smoky wind of light summer, I crushed the dream of flowers, and with the warmth of May, I wrote the lightest summer meaning on that paper, urging the departure of spring.
It was late spring and early summer, and a crescent moon outside the window scattered faint light on the tree, and the shadow reflected on the wall was swaying, which was worrying.