2014年05月24日
Attendants and smoke old, elegant hold fragrant flowers
Spring twilight, shallow summer green, forest flowers Xie Chunhong, even the last rose is also zero face, only branches of a wild profusion of vegetation. The eye of a green, less brilliant purples and reds embellishment, just like a song, a little jumping notes, although the gorgeous, but is just a bit less vivid rhythm of people.
Cool breeze blowing, I began to walk toward the river rise. From afar Cuiguan canopy, leaf luxuriant time, scattered on the ground spring mottled memory. Near the front, a glance, the man Po Di pale yellow bitter cauliflower, among the bushes so wanton open. These bitter body cramped out flowers swaying in the wind, the fingernail sized flowers, one by one, open up. Huang as pigment, fragrance so fine. At the moment, I don't want to praise her magnificent words, it would miss her. She opens the Qing Xi, love passionate land, do not want to miss their own flowering, indulge in self-admiration, only in their own hearts, let wisps of youth without regret.
The heart is the nature of a man, the heart is happy, is happy. As these small bitter cauliflower, without soil, too poor, let the heart is a beautiful and peaceful, if the wind and rain, but also bring a Jian Jing beautiful frames in the heart, always believe that each scenery is beautiful, because that beauty comes from psychology. The sky Yunjuanyunshu, review the vicissitudes of life, leisurely, not looking at the high temple, be neither humble nor pushy, even Hua Xiaoru dust, also want to carry a cool breeze rhyme, tidbits of light, there is a direction of the heart. In the vast world of mortals, more elegant, a less flashy, more simple, less of a complex, with calm and calm feeling, with open, Enron itself.
No one today and I together to see the flowers, there are few people appreciate her youth. I was so stupid looking at, look into the eye, in love, in my mind. She had shed the seed of love, also opened a fresh and elegant lines, although few people stop and no one appreciate, but she didn't live up to his own life, leave indifferent spring, all flowers, but in a world of her own self opening self pleasing, their beautiful bloom. The love is a hard, flowers have been the people loved, will not leave a sigh in the old time, even a tiny flowers, a small child, also is in the life the beautiful memory, not the old melody.
The hustle and bustle of worldly things complicated, the heart is also impetuous. Only stay in a quiet, a quiet mind, look up at the sky clouds elegant posture, head to see a flower in full bloom in the natural taste, Zhong Ling Yuk sau. On the landscape of a cup of tea can be concentrated, a wine can be light, a love can be deep or shallow, prosperous three thousand, finally all return to the dust has settled, not forget is that a beginner's mind, a light mist, the heart if the plain Jane, can be as boundless as the sea and sky, can also clear.
Cool breeze blowing, I began to walk toward the river rise. From afar Cuiguan canopy, leaf luxuriant time, scattered on the ground spring mottled memory. Near the front, a glance, the man Po Di pale yellow bitter cauliflower, among the bushes so wanton open. These bitter body cramped out flowers swaying in the wind, the fingernail sized flowers, one by one, open up. Huang as pigment, fragrance so fine. At the moment, I don't want to praise her magnificent words, it would miss her. She opens the Qing Xi, love passionate land, do not want to miss their own flowering, indulge in self-admiration, only in their own hearts, let wisps of youth without regret.
The heart is the nature of a man, the heart is happy, is happy. As these small bitter cauliflower, without soil, too poor, let the heart is a beautiful and peaceful, if the wind and rain, but also bring a Jian Jing beautiful frames in the heart, always believe that each scenery is beautiful, because that beauty comes from psychology. The sky Yunjuanyunshu, review the vicissitudes of life, leisurely, not looking at the high temple, be neither humble nor pushy, even Hua Xiaoru dust, also want to carry a cool breeze rhyme, tidbits of light, there is a direction of the heart. In the vast world of mortals, more elegant, a less flashy, more simple, less of a complex, with calm and calm feeling, with open, Enron itself.
No one today and I together to see the flowers, there are few people appreciate her youth. I was so stupid looking at, look into the eye, in love, in my mind. She had shed the seed of love, also opened a fresh and elegant lines, although few people stop and no one appreciate, but she didn't live up to his own life, leave indifferent spring, all flowers, but in a world of her own self opening self pleasing, their beautiful bloom. The love is a hard, flowers have been the people loved, will not leave a sigh in the old time, even a tiny flowers, a small child, also is in the life the beautiful memory, not the old melody.
The hustle and bustle of worldly things complicated, the heart is also impetuous. Only stay in a quiet, a quiet mind, look up at the sky clouds elegant posture, head to see a flower in full bloom in the natural taste, Zhong Ling Yuk sau. On the landscape of a cup of tea can be concentrated, a wine can be light, a love can be deep or shallow, prosperous three thousand, finally all return to the dust has settled, not forget is that a beginner's mind, a light mist, the heart if the plain Jane, can be as boundless as the sea and sky, can also clear.
Posted by asparagus at 14:38
│I wrote my love
