Static and beautiful time, the warmth of time is blurred, the thoughts of the flowers

The shallow moonlight came gently from the night Menghui, with indifferent tranquility, sprinkled with string thoughts, and filled with a leisurely aroma. Heart,, entangled with a strong intoxication. Such hazy moonlights, gracefulness and quietness, a cup of citron, quietly thinking about the beauty and sorrow of the past, have nothing to do with the wind and moon, only care about the mood.

Who scattered the softness of last night to Tianming? Who is in a hurry away from the bustling charm? Half is seawater, half is flame. Static and beautiful time, the warmth of time is blurred, the thoughts of the flowers ...

The cool hands of the years, stroking my tired soul. In the rainy and fog of light dance, looking at the near -long window, in May Fangfei, looking for the lingering figure. How many flowers and tears are dripping? The tenderness of the heart tremor.

A colorful path of a person, sucking the fragrance of the light ink, falling on the river of the text, the moonlight dyed a few sorrows, adding an inexplicable sentiment. At this time, I really want to get myself into this flower, stay away from all the hustle and bustle, forget the flow of time, and no longer feel helpless.

I also want to choose to escape, escape into a quiet paradise, and don't think about anything, just leave a little hopic, but just hold the happiness in the hand, hold it tightly, and follow the time slowly becoming older. Essence

I thought that the flower season, which had been walking for too long, faded with the days, and there were no marks, but they always wake up the tranquil heart lake as soon as the butterfly packed on the shoulders of memory, and moved to Tuyan. It turned out that there was always a person who was quietly, and stayed silently.

I thought Liu Xianqin, who hadn't heard it for a long time, was dumbly dumbfounded, but floated into the ears from the sky, lingering the charm of memory. The strings. I once thought that speechlessly looked at each other, and she would definitely have a hot hope, but in the indifferent time, ripples, fluttering the petals that they wanted to wear, flying endless affection. It turned out that there was always such a person who never stopped stopping. After thinking about Yi Ru's footsteps.

If you say: a period of text can be kept in mind that I have waited too long, I would like to pour everything, not for flowers, not for the city, just to collect and look deeply with you. If it is said: an elegant sound and rhyme can stop the wandering heart, I would like to fly the kites of the pattern, and dance in your blue sky. If it is said: one page of books can open nostalgia, I am willing to wave a thick ink to express a poetic sentiment for you. Before the case of immersion, just after the year, when you meet you again, the warmth in your eyes is warm in your eyes. Smile.

If you say: a blue sea can witness eternal, I would like to be a tear in your heart, dripping in your deep eyes, living in your heart, and chanting the life of singing like a poem with you. Towards this kind of pure nostalgia like the water flow, the joyful tears of the eyes and the reunion of the eyes and the eyes danced. Looking at the Tunnel of the Jinta, the heart of the soul through time and space, the thoughts of embracing each other were fixed, fading the distant, bright night of the happy eyes!

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