Huakai photography

/Walking in the spring, drunk in the sea of flowers/

Flowers are in full bloom, walking in the spring, looking for a favorite branch, stopping occasionally and listening to the rain beating on the blue tile.

Time flies, rape blossoms become poems. I will, in a fragrant poem.

Take the breeze as the companion, invite the clouds and flowing water to accompany you, and get drunk.

At this time, it is suitable to put on a long skirt, find a leisure and enjoy flowers with three or five friends.

Watch a beautiful spring with a clear singing voice and be an elegant idle person.

/Hua Ying Piao, what do you want in this life/

Life is a grand event, and we can meet in the vast sea of people because of special fate, which involves thousands of waters in Qian Shan.

The days are plain, walking and watching the flowers bloom; Walking, I was caught in the rain; Walking, I met an interesting soul gently.

Some people say that the best love is companionship. Then, the best meeting is to know that such companionship will last a lifetime.

Green as the sea, floating shadows, good, such a day.

/lust after your beauty, lust after your affection/

As soon as I looked back, I saw you standing in the sunny sunshine in the spring breeze.

Rape flowers are everywhere, and the air is full of sunshine and the fragrance of love.

Be a flower that blooms in time, warm and intimate, gentle with the fragrance of dreams.

As long as you like, you can see spring in a flower, happiness in a flowing stream and affection in a name.

At any time, people with good feelings will keep their hearts soft and kind.

/Spring is so beautiful, I only take a gourd ladle/

I would like to twist out an unforgettable love, and Sandy Mozi, with a half-life cloud, is with you, drunk as a dream.

Sitting on the branches of spring, sprinkling sunshine like paper, willow green like a pen, peach red like thinking, birds singing like background music, I want to write a poem about spring;

The spring with you is really beautiful.

When I turned around, I was as bright as ever in your eyes. You are in my heart, and the fireworks are still there. Even if you have nothing to say, it is your inner beauty.

Because the heart is connected, smile and be safe; Because the heart has something to read, so the years are quiet!

/May time grow old, and may the people you love never leave/

In the misty rain, I vaguely smelled the faint fragrance of ink and paper; The ancient road paved by Qingshiban Road is fascinating to look back at the ancient town with continuous rain.

I retired from the city, dressed in gorgeous clothes and brocade, and came here dusty just to see you.

Look at your white walls and Huizhou architecture, look at your golden rape flowers, look at your simple folk customs, and look at your small bridges and flowing people.

White walls and gray tiles overlap, picturesque reflections, like a trace of homesickness in a day; And the slowly flowing years are a poem that makes people feel depressed.

It is still the joy and familiarity of reunion after a long separation. Every scenery I walked through touched my nerves and touched the shutter of the camera. Every photo recorded a beautiful moment.

Cross the bridge, cross the running water; May time not get old, and may the people you love be together forever! @ Look at Putian