Happy fall. Sweet heart like a lotus

A beautiful window, worry purples, thin pen plain in a wisp of ink write time flies. Pick up big and small past, in the wind light cloud light days, let yourself away from the hustle and bustle, with a few pieces of idle clouds, wan a warm sun, the wind and a garment fluttering, long hair diffuse. Grassy grass in the wilderness, the stranger flowers, quiet heart empty, become gentle fragrance. Like this kind of indifferent, let the heart clear and distant, thousands of dust all go with the wind, such as lotus, a wisp of fragrance quietly warm. Time flies, my heart is idle.

A journey of landscape, ying a bend infatuated, let all the way scenery and song and line. Fleeting years, follow the footsteps of time, see the four seasons flower blossom, any rings of rippling, with the wind gone, leave traces, into the heart slowly dizzy open in plain white time, turn every elegant turn into a smile of relief, such as wind across the ear does not catch fine dust. A zen heart to listen to the voice from nature, flowers, flowers xie speechless, the falling leaves, written mottled memory. A piece of snow glittering and translucent glass. Experience thousands of times to look back, no matter where friendship and love, and I in this, open the door, waiting for you to live in this warm and tender heart.

Time flies. Every woman is a flower, qing Qing elegant is elegant, swaying elegance, be like silk petty even, also can gorgeous bloom, can flourishing, also can be satisfied in the end of the world that be fond of admiring oneself is reserved. The best attitude in life is to be able to endure, but also bloom, so that the heart of the soft flowers, but also the strong tree. Even after the verdant desolation, autumn cold petals fall is not falling. Still can look up to the starry sky with the love of flowers, see all over the sky starlight clever, the full moon lacks of calm. In the heart with the truth to wear once beautiful moved, diffuse light sorrow, with a flower of the heart read, let the time change of qing ning, full of all their own, in the empty and yue and line cut understanding, will become indifferent to Jane in the quiet sex idle, quiet in waiting for time old, still repair hedge kind of chrysanthemum.

Keep qinghuan fleeting time alone, let twist in the finger tip of the warm in the purple dust crisscrossed paths into a lotus, stained with a clear rain elegant, in plain time, draw a thin mark, dizzy open mouth a shallow smile. Time will always be old in the years, can not go back to the memory of the heart. Human itself is a process of growth, with a simple and beautiful heart, hope all clouds. With a cup of tea happy, a warm heart, in a long time, become a warm woman, shallow line, deeply love. Let the time become soft, even if the hair frost also retain half of the flowers bloom qianrou. Edge deep edge shallow, also look forward to that beautiful encounter in the world of mortals, let full of fragrance winding yearning, sweet flowers, tender in the world, elegant and lingering.

Let the heart live in spring, in the mood full of broken flowers walk on the road of fireworks, roadside flowers have grass, you and I, let an elegant sentiment in years of wind and rain. With quietly elegant heart keep a qinghuan, in the ink and wash clouds warm heart sweet like lotus.