Wonderful Life

Flowers bloom on the street, but you can return slowly. In the second language, Yan is called Eternal. These nine words are plain and warm, and the feelings are especially heavy, which contain thoughts and sadness. Every time I think of these two sentences, I can’t help admiring Qian Liu. Although there are few words, they are sincere and delicate. This beautiful text contains beautiful feelings. It is gorgeous and gorgeous, and finally turns into dust, and belongs to plain. Life is endless in metabolism. Therefore, when the flowers fade, there is no need to be sad. They become a part of nature and stay with us forever. In the vast world of mortals and the long life, how many people can be so affectionate and affectionate? How can a lucky person understand the sorrow of spring blossom? After thousands of years, who else will pity the boundless spring? The East of the city of Chuyang Zimo Luo always went hand in hand in those years and traveled all over the fangcong. Thousands of years passed away like a dreamy moment. After being washed by wind, Frost, rain and snow, Luocheng was still the same, flowers were still the same, but there was no one who appreciated the flowers. So where is the person, why is it empty to teach flowers to bloom and fall? Is it so ruthless? There are thousands of flowers hanging outside the building. If you want to be young, you will not live in spring. ta hua back Saruma henryi. It seemed that the fragrance of flowers was crying indistinctly: poor spring is like a man who will grow old. You only love the beauty and fragrance in full bloom, but can’t you see my haggard and unbearable now? I want to cherish flowers and go, is flowers heartless? I have the heart to waste this lonely spring for thousands of years, but I have the heart to let down the light and weak flower. Chungui where? No matter what the fallen flowers are intended to do, they will be proud of their love; Finally, the dead water will be ruthless. Where will a dark spring go? Day and night, come back when you don’t see him; Who knows how much flowers fall? Fluttering, it seems to hear the spring in the end of the world asking: next year, flowers bloom, will you come or not? There are still flowers in Ming Dynasty, who is pitiful after every year. Where is the flower bloom still? No smell, no words. Are you the blue silk swaying in the wind, or the butterfly clothes dancing lightly and falling red? Come and go in a hurry, don’t see your steps, come to my side to pause. Spring goes and summer comes and goes round and round. In summer, all creatures open their hearts and warmly welcome the enthusiasm and love given by the mother of the Earth. The sun is bright and colorful. Luxury and magnificence, life will eventually be plain. Light out of dust, the most calm posture of life. Not? Look at the undulating mountains, tortuous rivers, continuous horizon and the swaying posture of birds flying in the sky; Everything is beautiful. Even when the leaves fall down, the tree will never forget the wonderful life of dancing for it in the wind. The story in the autumn wind is always told by fallen leaves. In that season, he came with fallen leaves, and she held the shame of an autumn. This season, he stepped on the fallen leaves, she held the sorrow of autumn. In the fallen leaves, she interpreted his winter and summer, accompanied by the withered and yellow memory. She held a fallen leaf in her hand, holding a season of residual autumn. After the fallen leaves, the snow is still in the distance. People say that the fallen leaves know the autumn. I said, autumn knows fallen leaves. Time is too thin, fingers are too wide. When I want to hold it tightly, it flows out of the fingers. How many past are still clear or dim in memory, and how many joys and sorrows are still lingering in my heart. Question: Today’s Yan ER, but yesterday’s shadow? Today’s flowers, but last year’s smile? The Glass of Time and space, no matter how thick or thin, is deep and shallow, writing the scenery of yesterday on his face and engrave it in his heart. Today’s complaint is the reflection of yesterday’s vain, and today’s joy is the Ford that was cultivated in the previous life. In this way, today’s light and shadow is also a thin lens. Heart, but so vast? There is no trace, but you know, she has been here, that’s enough. Let the flowers open in the heart, let the music of life ring from time to time. Listen with your heart, it will last forever. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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