I like to be alone, leaning against the window and watching the flowers and water in front of the garden, watching the ray of sunshine fill the whole room, the grass is green, and the veins of green are warm; Writing, drawing, doodling, just one afternoon like this can make the time quiet, the solitary and clear in the quiet, proud and independent like a lotus, clean and quiet; so I put a copy The mind is folded, the footsteps of exiles are exiled, the quiet words become poems, and the meaningful love is like a flourishing age.

Time always carries some weight, for you and me, every time we turn around, it will leave us a picture scroll like green water and green mountains; whether we leave or get together, it is a scene of prosperity; time flows quietly and deeply, serene And quiet, in such a peaceful time, you can quietly sip a cup of green tea, read past thoughts, think of childhood innocence, simple wishes, just a candy and a new hairpin...

In the long time, I can think of you, that part of the heart that once swore eachother and was moved by it. If you can, if you can, go back in time, will you choose never to meet? Simple questions, thoughts that are difficult to answer, everything is silent, in the wind of the passing years, quietly walking away, gradually blurring, the past is like smoke, the ups and downs of heart sounds, the ups and downs of the platform, all have changed their appearance... only Leave a piece of pure beauty in your heart, gently press the heart sound, sort the words, and in these square words, continue the context of the once beautiful lip language!

Time is in a hurry, and a few strands of white hair have been cut into the queue to take a seat; and the small trees that were once planted have grown into towering trees in the shade of the horse; Buildings, a dazzling array of commercial streets, and a variety of snacks, walking here always feels that the pace is so fast, time is flowing, time is flying, everything is changing so quickly, and it is too late for anything. are leaving.

Therefore, I always hope that time will be slower, slower, let me take a good look at you, so that I can read and write the poems for you here, and I can accompany you to see the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer wind and winter snow, together Walk through every corner of the time, and slowly see the scenery through; then in Homecoming, sit as a lotus, quietly blooming alone, and send bit by bit to the beautiful passages in the past, I don’t want every time To be wonderful, I just hope that a good thing will always stay in my heart, and I will always be with the years, and I will have fun with quiet words.

Quietly talk about the time, take a handful of forgetful water, and talk to yourself; can you forget the little bit of fragrance between each other? My Jinghong, I will cut everything from now on, and it will be indefinite, and everyone will be safe in the world; I can't achieve Nirvana and rebirth, I will only draw myself in the fairy tale I create, lock a sweet flower, and bloom for you alone, full of fragrance Self-drunk, Jingran is waiting for you, sit and wear the time quietly, look down on the fleeting years, and everything is fixed in the depths of my heart for eternity.

The prosperity of this season is about to pass. In the depths of the years, the affection that has drifted back countless times, scattered some pure and pure paragraphs, the days when the breeze boils the rain, taste them, those deep and shallow, gradually drifting away, The songs of childhood have been sung countless times, the ignorance of youth is reflected again and again in the warm cup, time is like an arrow, turning around is about to be empty and falling into dust; maybe once was once, folded and stored, it is full of dust, hard to read, Everything will be gone in time!

Folding the time, quietly speaking into poetry, sitting quietly, in the posture of a lotus, with simple words and simple actions, in the center of the time painting axis, looking at the beauty of the water and the top of the mountain, all kinds of beauty are in the light and tranquil, through With a graceful and elegant, a touch of warmth; that touch of plain brocade, leisurely, elegantly in the mountains, mountains and rivers, beside the fragrant grass, the breeze and green water; the fragrance of fleeting years, the fragrance of flowers in a city, the fragrance is ten miles away , Drunk fleeting years, drunk on that day of the month that year.

Quietly looking forward, deeply nostalgic, the moments in the happy time, listening to the rhythm of swallows when they stop, the tenderness under the wings and eyebrows, the past events come one after another, warm mountains and waters, turning back and forth, turning your fingers into fragrance , Quiet time, I believe, everything will not go far!

I like to be alone, leaning against the window and watching the flowers and water in front of the garden, watching the ray of sunshine fill the whole room, the grass is green, and the veins of green are warm; Writing, drawing, doodling, just one afternoon like this can make the time quiet, the solitary and clear in the quiet, proud and independent like a lotus, clean and quiet; so I put a copy The mind is folded, the footsteps of exiles are exiled, the quiet words become poems, and the meaningful love is like a flourishing age.

Time always carries some weight, for you and me, every time we turn around, it will leave us a picture scroll like green water and green mountains; whether we leave or get together, it is a scene of prosperity; time flows quietly and deeply, serene And quiet, in such a peaceful time, you can quietly sip a cup of green tea, read past thoughts, think of childhood innocence, simple wishes, just a candy and a new hairpin...

In the long time, I can think of you, that part of the heart that once swore eachother and was moved by it. If you can, if you can, go back in time, will you choose never to meet? Simple questions, thoughts that are difficult to answer, everything is silent, in the wind of the passing years, quietly walking away, gradually blurring, the past is like smoke, the ups and downs of heart sounds, the ups and downs of the platform, all have changed their appearance... only Leave a piece of pure beauty in your heart, gently press the heart sound, sort the words, and in these square words, continue the context of the once beautiful lip language!

Time is in a hurry, and a few strands of white hair have been cut into the queue to take a seat; and the small trees that were once planted have grown into towering trees in the shade of the horse; Buildings, a dazzling array of commercial streets, and a variety of snacks, walking here always feels that the pace is so fast, time is flowing, time is flying, everything is changing so quickly, and it is too late for anything. are leaving.

Therefore, I always hope that time will be slower, slower, let me take a good look at you, so that I can read and write the poems for you here, and I can accompany you to see the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer wind and winter snow, together Walk through every corner of the time, and slowly see the scenery through; then in Homecoming, sit as a lotus, quietly blooming alone, and send bit by bit to the beautiful passages in the past, I don’t want every time To be wonderful, I just hope that a good thing will always stay in my heart, and I will always be with the years, and I will have fun with quiet words.

Quietly talk about the time, take a handful of forgetful water, and talk to yourself; can you forget the little bit of fragrance between each other? My Jinghong, I will cut everything from now on, and it will be indefinite, and everyone will be safe in the world; I can't achieve Nirvana and rebirth, I will only draw myself in the fairy tale I create, lock a sweet flower, and bloom for you alone, full of fragrance Self-drunk, Jingran is waiting for you, sit and wear the time quietly, look down on the fleeting years, and everything is fixed in the depths of my heart for eternity.

The prosperity of this season is about to pass. In the depths of the years, the affection that has drifted back countless times, scattered some pure and pure paragraphs, the days when the breeze boils the rain, taste them, those deep and shallow, gradually drifting away, The songs of childhood have been sung countless times, the ignorance of youth is reflected again and again in the warm cup, time is like an arrow, turning around is about to be empty and falling into dust; maybe once was once, folded and stored, it is full of dust, hard to read, Everything will be gone in time!

Folding the time, quietly speaking into poetry, sitting quietly, in the posture of a lotus, with simple words and simple actions, in the center of the time painting axis, looking at the beauty of the water and the top of the mountain, all kinds of beauty are in the light and tranquil, through With a graceful and elegant, a touch of warmth; that touch of plain brocade, leisurely, elegantly in the mountains, mountains and rivers, beside the fragrant grass, the breeze and green water; the fragrance of fleeting years, the fragrance of flowers in a city, the fragrance is ten miles away , Drunk fleeting years, drunk on that day of the month that year.

Quietly looking forward, deeply nostalgic, the moments in the happy time, listening to the rhythm of swallows when they stop, the tenderness under the wings and eyebrows, the past events come one after another, warm mountains and waters, turning back and forth, turning your fingers into fragrance , Quiet time, I believe, everything will not go far!