Yun shui Xiang yi character photography

The mountains and rivers depend on each other, and the years are merciful. Ripples are blue and flowers are poetic. Tanabata Bridge meets, reads, falls in love, rippling in blue waves, gentle and tender, fingers locked, heart to heart. Come to meet with a pot of wine, pull a piece of dreamland brocade, and spread a cloud-like blue and water-like poem on a long green street to reach your distant place. Smoke is like a dream, broken thoughts condense into a drop in the ocean, roots are implanted in the heart, dipped in rose dew, and summer is everywhere.

A thousand miles of smoke, you and me, listening to "A Thousand Miles Away", my heart is rippling and the scenery between my fingers is infinite. That beautiful infatuation, lingering scenery, and agarwood of the soul are woven elegant and clean in this summer breeze, turning into ink paintings, and writing down the willow smoke in the ancient fragrance of Jiangnan in the sound of clouds and water. Thousands of miles away, you crossed the heart of April, gentle and lovely. The ink color of this paper is light, deep and light. It always makes waves at the right time, carrying the bags of missing from afar, wading through mountains and rivers, stepping on the distant wind, combing the drizzle, pushing aside the blue silk of missing and gently letting go!

The mountains and rivers depend on each other, the feelings are waves, the piano and the piano blend together, and the heart blends together. A lake of colorful clothes and a bridge under the moon are paved. With the wedding dress embroidery we met, we sewed a long landscape, met a silk brocade, woven a fence together and spread out the branches we met. A tree is full of flowers, a tree is full of snow, and they depend on each other, whispering softly, folding a green flower and hiding their worries.

That Xiangxi mountains and rivers, rippling blue waves, telling the love of butterfly lovers, love is as beautiful as summer flowers! If possible, in addition to the gorgeous refraction of time, only for the most beautiful years to meet, short acquaintance, deep understanding. If possible, when the rain is boiling, I can miss you quietly and set off affectionate ripples. Think so, think so, feel so warm, put the flowers in front of the mirror, and wait for such a long time, which is the best destination for the flowers on the other side!

I only hope that the deep voice of all thoughts is only the beginning of this cool summer, not the end. I light up the time, say hello to the small window, and read the memories that were moved and alienated by those little feelings. You said, I listened, and looked quietly, as if it were the first time. Moved by the morning light and chasing the stars of the day, I picked up the emerald green, moistened the deepest stationery in my eyes, sent away the moon, opened Chen Fang, who had been sleeping for thousands of years, and lifted the veil of missing, like a full-fledged reading.

Love is a wave, love is ink, it is full of spring breeze and drizzle. In a poem, I read your leisure, and in the flowers, I smell your fragrance and mine. In that old saying, I picked up the traces of the ends of the earth, found the scene of growing old together, and pieced together a beautiful picture of the seas running dry and the rocks crumbling. Let the flying flowers fly, the dress is graceful, and the love dance is amazing. In order to understand Zen, they cling to each other, rely on years and cherish reunion.

If you can hold on to the years and grow old slowly, as always, it will still be the treasure in your heart. As the song says, it is the most romantic thing that flowers bloom and the moon falls, and tenderness is around your fingers. You come to the covered bridge, you step on the song, you silently count the rain, and you fall into the fragrance. "Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn." Two of a kind, mountains and rivers depend on each other. You'll know when you get it. I get it. Love is a wave, the ups and downs are a river, and the waves are a tree. Love, mountains and rivers depend on each other, cherish and enjoy each other!

Love is Lanxi, waves become thoughts, and the joy of the heart flows through the journey. Wearing a twisted feather skirt, flying the feet of time, let the corner diffuse your eyebrows and sink into your heart. Let it float in the green grass, lush and warm, a classic of meeting. The water of forgetfulness, scattered with the shade of summer flowers, is located in Fly with me, immersed in the hearts of flowers, decorated with the veins of mountains, making the water of love, microwaves, emotions, waves and mountains and rivers exude fragrance.

The endless water, waves and mountains and rivers, the sound of the waves is still the same, holding the old scene, the scholarly West Building, the empty pavilion leaning against the column, alone. Reading, time is sleeping, thinking, years are getting old, only the heartbeat is quiet, only one person is pure, one voice ... If mountains and rivers can depend on each other, please allow me to read for the wind and love for the waves, so that every time we meet, the voice is like a song, sweet as a smile, unforgettable as a beauty, and affectionate as tears.

A stream of green plums, a stream of bamboo horses, never forget a green word, Greentown landscape is a journey, let love be a wave, never give up!

Tam Xuemei Dance