Stationed on the other side of the time, choose a quiet place, the thoughts are faintly described and spread, swearing and thinking, practicing in the time, the years can be quiet and happy, but also can not be shocked.
In our years, there will be a new view of the peach red willow, there will be a ripple of water, a bright sun, and there will be cold and haze.
There are clear paths, there will also be open windows, it is because of the touch of the four seasons, let us feel this real time.
In our years, the wind is soft, the fragrance of flowers, the elegantness of the clouds, the warmth of the sun, the complexity behind the complicated trivial, full of richness, not forgetting to leave white, subtle, with the beauty of Zen.
Half of our years are pink and red, half of which is plain and bleak, half of which is deep in the still water, and half of which is warm and warm.
The prosperousness of the bustling is flat, and after that, it is warm and warm, and the depth of time is a year of overflowing flowers.
The best years, on the way to every departure, in the first sunshine of the day, in the smile of a flower, in the hope of a green leaf.
The meaning of life lies in doing yourself well. The life you want needs to work hard. The paintings of the years need to be painted with the most beautiful colors.
In the years, there are always people on the road to extend a warm hand for you, there is always a kind compassion to your soul, there will always be scenery for you to stop, there will always be a harbor for you to stop, how can you not provoke this kind of years? People love.
Walking in the years, living in cherish, from the spring and white snow, to the long days of autumn, from the shallow summer, to the snow.
The scenery that has been turned around, through the years, those poems that are purely white in the depths of time, such as a sea of flowers, have been swaying, falling in my heart, fragrant my life.
If the heart is sunny, it will be warm, I love the peach red willow in the years, and every inch of sunshine and warmth.
On the way forward, the sun may occasionally be absent, but it will not always be dark, light smile, deep love, always have some warm affection, bloom like flowers in the time.
In our years, there is always a corner where you can place your soul. There is always a scene where you can unload the tiredness of the body and accommodate our sorrows and joys.
The years will naturally take away some things and will give you what you want.
In the years, I have a simple heart for life, do not deliberately cater to others, and do not dream of being unrelated to myself. The journey of time always has a distant place where you can't reach.
Learn to put the past in the hometown of the soul, keep a tree breeze, bring a window to warm the sun, try to keep the days clear.
Time to cook the rain, the time to sew flowers, time, we are all the way to the road, with the prime of the heart, the fragrance of the flow of the year, simple encounter, are clear rumors.
In the turbulent world, how many high and low floats and sinks, the fate of the margins, can not be full of cause and effect, holding a quiet and warm, smile to warm.
I have never spared me from the years, and we have never spared the years, the depths of the time, the farewell will say goodbye, the reunion will reunite, our years, after a hundred thousand turns, still beautiful.