Green dye and breeze, dark fragrance and sleeves

Stroll around the flower stream in March, quietly listening to the gurgling stream and smelling the fragrance of flowers, so that pieces of green can be blown into your eyes with the soft breeze. In the lightness, I see the broad sky and low clouds, a high mountain and high water flow, holding a serene silence in my hand, and silence a paper of simplicity in my life. In the thin shadow of colored glass, a sleeve of silence is treasured, and the dark fragrance floats, so as to realize the truth of the wind and rain in life and the warmth of flowers in a season. Let's clear our eyes and enjoy the beautiful scenery of green dye breeze and the fragrance of dark fragrance in our sleeves. We embrace each other affectionately and carefree. The spring breeze is ten miles away, shining like wisps of sunshine and shining like peach blossoms.

Stepping on the grass, birds and flowers, I feel the vitality of the sky and the gentle background of spring. Looking at the flowers on the branches, swaying freely in the wind, pink and tender, sometimes scattered two or three, floating and dyeing the spring mud, they are still beautiful and enchanting. In this fragrant season, choose the way you like alone, meet spring naturally, exude your own Qinghuan, and show another season of sincerity in your life. Simple and elegant without losing grace. As this side is clear and bright, let your thoughts stay for a moment. In the flowers, in the grass stream and by the water, you can quietly listen to the pure sound that is not stained with the world, wash the complicated noise of the years, and keep your heart and strings clear and peaceful. With a season of piety, precipitate the past into a pure white mark.

If you meet a doomed on the street, you will believe that this is fate together. In the dream, outside the dream, the fate of gathering and parting, are flowers blooming. The smell of green in fortune will also make fleeting years fragrant and time smiling. No matter how time flies, it is an indelible dream trace. Gentle, brilliant. For me, I also want to stand in the posture of a clear lotus in this smiling time until the flowers bloom in Pinellia, and the beauty is still beautiful. Look at the dancing butterflies, the luxuriant vegetation, and the barefoot prints all over the spring. In a page of spring, a cut of spring shadow, depict the green and poetry alone. In the ebb and flow of life, mark a deep or shallow sea level, retain the touch of the last second, and burn it into a gentle black-and-white memory in time.

Pick a little simple laughter and have a reason to take a break in every cumbersome day in the future. The days are becoming more and more plain like water. I also want to let the green dye and the breeze blow down the fragrance in the morning every day. The moment I opened the window, I smelled the comfort of the ground and the fragrance of my sleeves. Yingying holds the ink in his hand, and the words are fresh. Life is full of ripples. We are sincere, not mature or immature. Pure heart, a touch of joy. If we can meet in a misty rain, we will record the beauty of a city in the patter. The city in the misty rain seems a little hazy poetic, less noisy and more desolate. Thinking, even if it is desolate and can not burn, it is a different scene after the rain. Silently in my heart, I lengthen my thoughts and have a different vision for life.

Missing is really an unspeakable emotion. Or sad or happy, always let people hope. Let every moment in your life burn different thoughts. The days are full of stars like fireflies, but my thoughts are full of stars. Really, in time, it becomes more and more valuable. The more profound time is, the more people cherish it. Really cherish every fragment of the past. When talking and laughing, you will also feel the tenderness of years because of sincerity.

Perhaps, the years are thin. See a tree blooming, will be ecstatic, see a new green, will be full of eyebrows and eyes. If you see a real taste, you will feel very lucky. When you read the truth, you will think of the morning dew you saw in the past. It is crystal clear and sincere. It is as elusive as the bright moon in the sky. You are afraid that it will break when you touch it. I feel so clear that I dare not slack off. And sincerity, the feeling is a kind of gratitude, a kind of high hope given by life. In the troubled world, we have a sustenance of life, which is as bright as the stars all night and moistens every cool and thin dream. Let nightmares be like spring breeze, warm and bright.

Green dye and breeze, dark fragrance and sleeves. If you can hold a corner of sincerity and linger in the bright spring, I think life will show different colors. In the colorful, there will be more gorgeous streamers, like tassels. You see, time will take away a lot, but if you can leave a place in the blank of memory, pretend to be sincere and gentle, the years will stay fragrant. In every passing season, light and fragrant.

Light lean on the wind, let yourself be covered with green, smile like flowers, meet every opportunity. Frame a booklet to record the honey in each flower bud. The day will be fragrant. Even if it is a clear word or a line of poetry, it can also carry the full expectation to go to a more beautiful distance. You see, a tree in front of the house is already full of peach red branches, where the green is dyed with the breeze, where the peach fragrance is wanton, where stories are written and every spring dream of tenderness and gratitude is written. Flowers, spring, dreams, all the beauty that belongs to you. Only you come, and will be ten miles of spring breeze to celebrate, full of peach blossoms and rain to greet each other.