Reading is a kind of warm classic beauty.

Reading is a kind of warm classic beauty.

When we read it, it is a warm classic. We will all recall the past, recall the past, and miss those people and things. Whenever we think of the past, it is hard to give up in our hearts. This warm feeling can't go away for a long time. Please enjoy the following reading. Very warm classic. I hope you like it.

When I read it, it was a warm classic American text 1, and the phoenix tree was raining. We are always smiling and calm. Enjoy the quietness of time, savor the warmth of time, write the eternity of life, and grasp the tiny happiness.

If you know, why not treat wine as a song, the legendary swordsman. Let all the mountains and rivers become a clear song, beat the festival with the rising sun, sing with the birds, and rest on the sunset.

The fleeting water followed the flowers without trace. The moon is full and people are round, and the four seasons are distinct. In the depths of life, the heaviness of those memories can never stop the lightness of time. In the past, through the fence of years, through our eyebrows.

Miss, the fragrance floats, neither strong nor weak, which is the fragrance precipitated by years. In the earthly fireworks, Ran Ran rises, full of fleeting fragrance and spiritual understanding, giving life a calm and eternal.

In winter, on the edge of silence, passion is dull. All the years have unconsciously become memories. I finally understand that from the moment I held hands, I was destined to take this journey. I wonder if the story with a flowery smile will be buried in the world of mortals after many years. Who else will remember the time when the world changed and the sun shone?

I have always been proud of my pride, and I am shining with my own brilliance. Experienced many joys and sorrows, experienced many hardships, and always found some happy clues. Let all the regrets leave a perfect corner and last forever with the passage of time.

I saved a silent joy at the ferry I first met. Suddenly caught a glimpse, once bright and beautiful, it was thrilling. Always a quiet woman. I really want to be quiet like this, leave a window with warm sunshine and open a tree flower.

Looking at the years that have passed between the fingers, all the old days are hazy into a poem that I first met. Gracefully put the most beautiful picture scroll into our quiet years of ink fragrance. Be wanton, make public and smile.

If you have compassion, everything will be fine. Every day the blank space is filled with flowers. Those silent feelings, those faint grass love. Even if it is mottled by fleeting misty rain, there is still a warmth in my heart. Such as the simplicity of life, the fragrance is full of sleeves.

I want to hold hands with the years, smile in my heart, sit under the eaves and take a sip. In the indifferent room, staring at the clouds and enjoying the flowers and plants in the feeling.

Crossing the river of years, we can't go back to the original point. However, there is always a lot of fragrance lingering in my heart, and there are always many happy and warm thoughts. Years are quiet, and the heart is carefree. Time flies, never to return.

Looking back suddenly, my memory is mottled with all the vows. However, passers-by will remember what they said. Just as the wind will remember the purple color of each flower, just as the rain will understand the affection of each leaf.

Time, silent, hides the changes of the four seasons. The warp and weft of reincarnation are changing the vicissitudes of life. A Jiangnan dream, Qingshi Lane is full of infatuation and no regrets.

Graceful time, continue to write the legend of youth. Let the tender affection and the clothes flutter when dancing. If Iraqis had been there, would you stop turning around and pour out your love to Shuiyunjian?

The pen of years, freehand brushwork of spring flowers and autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow. Even if everything in the four seasons is hazy, I can still follow the rhyme of the past.

Let everything become clear, let the scenery remain bright, and let people remain charming. Gradually get used to reading the world of mortals through a poem. Encounters in fireworks are always unparalleled in beauty.

Open your palm and banish all the small things you hold to this world. Gray branches connect the spirituality of rain and snow. Thank you for all the glory and luxury that the years have given.

If flowers are poetic, then the full moon is the perfection of a cycle. Then, falling flowers is a kind of silent understanding, and the lack of the moon is a kind of Zen waiting. After experiencing cold and exposure, we will always usher in colorful.

Kazamoto accidentally crumpled a pool of water. Put away the sunny smile all the way and plant a new season of green again. When spring comes next year, the grass will still leave.

Following the breath of another year, my heart is like a violet, watching a warm sun disappear from Dongshan to the West Sea. The temperature across the brow is enough to warm all the cold and let the warmth spread shallowly in the fleeting time.

Looking back, this road is full of birds and flowers, stormy waves, hazy moonlight and deep still water. Will whisper little by little, into the whole city of ink and wash, and hold the hand of a strange painter with a smile.

I believe that memory will warm the hardships along the way. Be together for a long time, be warm with your heart. Hold hands, hug and lean against time.

Hold hands and never give up. Through Xia Feng, through the winter snow. In fact, I just want to hold hands with you for many years, and my heart is faint and fragrant.

Look at the twilight and smell the flowers, send warm. Give time a shallow look back and give each other a calm smile. Let the past precipitate into fragrance. When you read, it is warm.

Who says closeness is a kind of warmth? Sometimes, a gentle look and a simple greeting can make our hearts depend on each other for a long time.

In this world, there is always some attachment and infatuation. You give me a smile and I give you a hug, knowing that it will produce a warm and lonely soul in my heart. Even if some encounters are short-lived, the fragrance is faint but lasting.

It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and we are all lonely people. No matter how strong we are, we need company. Under the eaves of time, I hope someone can see each other's unknown elegance and cherish each other because of appreciation. This person can feel the temperature inside him, and this encounter has nothing to do with romance.

Meeting in the world is fate and fate. Over time, we are all people who come home late. Seeing or not seeing is more important than not seeing.

Who wrote a line of childhood friends on the waterfront that made me miss you so much? Who is looking forward to the time of holding hands and enjoying flowers? How many smoky months can we expect, how many lines can we write to keep our hearts warm?

People are destined. Sometimes, you try your best to find someone, but you can't wait for the one who holds hands. The person who is destined for you will smile at you at the next intersection of life.

Meeting is fate, being together is fate. Fate comes and goes, you can't grasp it. Sometimes, the person you are trying to escape is infatuated with you, but the love you have always cherished in your heart is indifferent to you.

It's too difficult to meet someone who understands you in this life. Sometimes all I can think about is a person's name, an expectation.

Time is a tree that blooms in the years. When the wind blows, the fragrance is full of sleeves. If you remember by heart, you can bind it into a picture and write it by heart. This is a poem. If you read it, it's touching and satisfying.

The purest and truest feelings in life are hard to find. When you meet a ray of sunshine, you can have a bright season. If you meet the right person, you can warm your life.

The best meeting should be the first meeting, the heart is like snow, the years are warm, the simplest companionship, and the most beautiful meeting is when I walk through Qianshan, and I can still remember your smile through the years.

Time is beautiful. A sun is planted in spring, and warmth can be harvested in winter. Family ties in this world are the most beautiful gifts given by God.

Time has been passing, and we have been meeting. There are always some people who refuse to throw away their flowers and take umbrellas when the rain stops. There are always some people who cherish them when they are lonely, hide them in silence and accumulate strength.

There are no words in the water. The best love can make a lonely soul bloom. Every life needs warmth and companionship. How can you forget love at first sight? Love is soft and brave, just to put love and sunshine with you.

The beauty of life lies in meeting. Maybe the path of life and the people I meet have been decided, but I still hope to meet someone with similar inner scenery, even if it is only the pure beauty of a smile, and I also hope to meet someone I know, even if it is only a glimpse of each other.

The best way to meet each other is to put love in your heart and only wish each other good. If life can meet the right person, such as sitting under a flower to practice, let the years have a beautiful background and a kind temperature. Walking through the fleeting mountains, there will always be someone in your heart and someone who will warm your life.