The most beautiful time is just meeting the most beautiful heart and loving prose.

In the fleeting time, I planted red beans between the lines, a volume deep and graceful; Plant a cool breeze and bright moon, a lamp of the Song and Tang Dynasties, just as before; Planting begonia, needless to say, is lonely and carmine, even if it turns to dust, it will fall into misty rain, because I know that in this life, there must be someone who can read it.

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Walking on the road of childhood, I once loved so vigorously and desperately. When a relationship ended, it took several years to get along, and when it came back, it brought a long sigh.

A farewell, childhood is like water, like a smoke dream, once unforgettable, in exchange for affection after all.

Hasty time, like running water, makes you awake in the water and see clearly under the full moon in the water. Those days and nights, swallowing loneliness and sadness, can't be alienated gradually if medicine is introduced.

Life, if a shadow can affect you, why not try to let it go.

Time has passed, and there are some predestinations that are suitable for being together. If the sunshine is one meter, it will always fill your heart and move you. Some predestinations are suitable for farsightedness, then silence, stored in old boxes, and cleaned up when the wind is light and the clouds are light.

Life experience tells you that mixed tastes will deteriorate if accumulated for too long, and you need to adjust Qingming in time to avoid getting lost on the road.

A person's mental journey is tempered in autumn, which is a kind of heavy self-study. If it is calm, it will take root in the bottom of my heart. Know how to take back your heart at any time, know how to simplify, filter out greed and obsolescence, and life will be truly put down and simple.

Therefore, in the four seasons of life, there will be refreshing blue sky and white clouds, and in the bottom of my heart, the atmosphere is quiet. Broad-minded, just whisper in the arms of autumn, and repay the compassion given by the years with a grateful mind. All blessings are silent blessings, and all meditation is stable!

Life is not perfect! There are always some feelings that you want to cherish most, but they are not necessarily sweet. Why not take this beauty out and let the wind take it away, so that the position of the heart is empty and we can usher in a new beginning!

A person's time, in addition to busy life, can occasionally be poetic, feed a flower and be alone; Occasionally, I am on earth, going my own way, watching flowers and enjoying the scenery. If I don't make public, I just want to be a passer-by in a post.

Maybe I'm used to freedom, and I have a little unruly personality. I always want to be bold and unrestrained under the blue sky, watch the fireworks and enjoy the ups and downs, just want to leave a beautiful heart. Or maybe, over the years, I have always loved to chase on the edge of art, and I am always very picky about beautiful things. Therefore, I have developed a disdain for a small wild chrysanthemum from my bones. Sometimes, under the direct attack of wind and rain, I will breed wantonly, even if the autumn rain is soaked, I would rather be alone.

But the illustration of life is incomplete, synchronous, with complex feelings, a mood, a feeling, affecting body and mind. If they are direct, they will be completely deleted and just want to start over.

When a section of the road, through the rough, fell into the jungle, swam across Wang Yang, and then downwind, I realized that sometimes life really doesn't need to be too persistent, conform to nature, and everything can follow fate.

If the butterfly is destined to fly beyond the sea, why not turn around and take a curtain call at the most prosperous time, choose a corner and live in a small town where the leaves are still like spring.

Bai Lome said: "the journey is like the wind, and we are just a tiny particle in the wind, maybe a spot, a drop of water, or a petal." But after all, there will be a post station to take you and me wandering. " In this way, sorrows and joys are brewed by ourselves, so why not hold Qing Huan in your hand and let nature take its course.

In my spare time, I can listen to the passionate rain, dripping with bluestones, as if I had been baptized by dust; By the window, you can smell the green air everywhere. With the ancient town, time seems to have stopped, and the charm of a window gradually blooms into a beautiful life, neither charming nor charming, waiting for the next season.

Listening to the story of the waterway behind the house and the passing boats that sent away flowers. Those past years, those who write old and thin, are unconsciously stuck in a poem. They don't talk about sadness and sorrow, but as the years go by, there will be a faint scent of tea.

Life, if you have a compassionate heart, no matter where you live, it is a pleasant scenery!

Behind those memories, I just want to enjoy them. Sometimes the stories in life really don't need to be read by others, but only suitable for their own understanding and collection.

Time never favors anyone. If you keep the sunshine in your heart, you will find that nothing will never fade. And you just need to be grateful, smile and let go of what you missed. Cherish the preciousness of the moment, do it and cherish it!

The spring heart is somewhat soft. I just want to bloom in a corner with sincerity and goodwill, and I don't like publicity, just waiting for my own meter of sunshine.

The sky on the water side, time is always thin, and those extreme enchanting, run in with the story of the water town; Gently follow the small bridge; Finally quiet in the autumn water.

Therefore, an early morning dusk often wakes up in a blooming story, and then quietly writes down his own words. Those touching warmth only want to remain flawless.

There are gains and losses in the month, and life is not perfect. Even if the flowers are just right, the time for a cup of tea will always be in the old misty rain lane, sighing in vain!

Years, let a flower bloom, experience the wind and rain, understand the harvest season, and then deepen the charm. Full time is in the branches of precipitation, heavy in the paragraphs of words, and after planting compassion, my heart can shine at any time.

A cold branch, walking in the fireworks, is no longer persistent. It is only willing to give it to someone who knows you, and it will be a little warm, just like the warm tea, full of autumn and a bit of vicissitudes of the past.

Life is like tea, knowing it in your heart, knowing it in your heart and cherishing it in your heart.

I often wonder how much compassion I need to plant in my last life if there is a reincarnation of love for a persistent person. Only in this way can we cultivate good feelings in this life. If you are together, are you so affectionate that you can't stand trivial time? Until it fades! Therefore, many times, we often live an impossible person in our hearts. Buddha said, "A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi." Only when we are happy with our fate can we live up to the difficult cycle of our life!

As time goes by, I gradually know how to hide my sharpness, but the breath of spring is running out. Some people and things that have been caught in the rain and blown by the wind have begun to simplify and give up. It is natural to put a corner in your heart and seal it up. When you open it in your spare time, you will plant it on paper. It is a beautiful memory.

Life, walking in the world of mortals, falls in love with a scenery, walking in the Spring and Autumn Period, no matter how tired you are, you can't bring negative emotions to others at will, causing harm to others, especially in the corridor of sliding years, it is inevitable to stumble. If you are wider, the road of life will be easier, and making friends with good career will bloom in your hands.

A bottle of flowers, the heart has half a window, soak the days in ink to nourish the heart.

Knowing each other is a deep blue, accompanied by softness like water years. It is said that the' woman' lying in the pile of books has a quiet heart, decorated the joys and sorrows of life with a pen, and half an acre of flowers in her heart are self-sufficient. Occasionally, there will be a little emotion, lightly decorated with gentle ink and wash, and there will be a delicate fragrance like orchids.

If, in this life, I am destined to live in the south of the Yangtze River, I would like to be a Qingyi woman, staying alone in the world, when will I go home; Don't think about it, a true and false after many years, let it be stranded on Chen Feng forever.

Women should know how to use compassion, tolerate life and count their days like water. Those hundred flavors soaked in tea will be decomposed one by one in the years of walking, and only in the small days will they really fade to the bones.

People's hearts leave a pure white, indifferent to freehand brushwork, to cultivate the openness of heaven and earth, and inner piety will be sublimated to a higher level. With the support of the soul, we can live in the sun and feel the freshness of mountains and rivers. Colorful feelings in this world, why not let them bloom in the bottom of my heart, everything will meet because of reason, without words. ...

Perhaps the best emotion is comfort, not torture. That kind of comfort is like a rainbow after a cold rain, and a beautiful city is beautiful. The water shines on the flowers, reflecting the clear sky in Wan Li and pear blossoms all over the cheeks. Lotus shows its unique tenderness, only for your city, naturally falls in my heart. My city will watch the time like water.

Life, with more experience, the mind will become simple, and for emotions, it will become more rational, and it will not pay sincerely, and it will unconsciously become indifferent and will not stay.

In this world, perhaps it is the kind of emotion that stretches in the palm of your hand, with the trivial smell of fireworks, which makes your heart feel so real and makes you feel at ease in the cycle of the four seasons, and never recovered.

A flower blooms for a short time, standing alone at the end of the season, leaning against the wind, with a thin face and a yearning, the rainbow after the wind and rain is gentle with this scenery. Listening to your heart, Yun Jian, who is covered in water, gradually puts down her excessive persistence, and a natural heart is calm, fresh and elegant in this late autumn cloud.

Time has always been the cold and warm tea of life. After all kinds of tastes, everyone is silent, but the heart knows that the blessing remains unchanged in the bottom of my heart!

In the morning, take a bath; At night, cherish; A woman can be a painting poem; It can also be the silent grass in the ordinary; No matter how picky the world is, as long as you know how to appreciate yourself and put flowers in your heart, wherever you go, it is a unique scenery!

I always feel that reunion after such a long separation is destiny takes a hand, so a little rouge, self-care and all fate will come as scheduled under the most natural arrangement. ...

Women, youth is fleeting, so we should cherish the most beautiful years just to meet the most beautiful heart. ...