“The wind and rain become flowers, and the time cannot catch up with the white horse. Are you still holding the dream of a young palm? The clouds are turning into summer, and the tears are evaporated by the years. Are you lost on this road?” Listening to Wu Yifan singing "Time to boil the rain", the hearts of restless dreams, weird and silent do not have feelings of language do?
Qing Kai Xuan window, Chun Yan hovering, Yang Liu Yiyi, Fangcao Qingqing, flower shadow mottled, Tao Lifang Philippine do, Xiahua times to open. In May, the gentle wind kissed cheeks softly and softly, and the fresh green fragrance of the nose was like a flowing stream. After passing through the spring and avoiding the fleeting time, standing in the space-time tunnel in May, the time is still such a hurry. The green veil crossed the enamel, the blue clouds wet the promise, and the red dust was on the street. We walked on our own, and the wind blew through the tip of the hair and disturbed the origami. Tap Zhu Yan pale makeup, tree shadows, flowers swaying. Maybe we are all good, but the time is not good.
Walking on a path full of sunlight, lightly smelling the flowers in the wind, will the mind be crystal clear as dewdrops? The best time to open the best flowers. "Time can't keep yesterday; fate, stop is not the first sight." It's not easy for people to meet each other; if they know each other, they need to be treasured. "Meishon snow is white, but snow is lost." In fact, we are all flowers in the years, quietly on the edge of our cliffs, quietly following the fragrance of time and listening to ourselves. The desire of the soul. Then, in the whispers of this time, are you still eyebrows light past, hands willing to hold this May time, "clouds into the summer, tightly marching on the white horse" it?
Touch the time, some thoughts, if the rain, dripping heart; some dreams, if the cloud, when the time is hidden. Time is the quicksand of the fingertips and the color of the water. It is too late for condensing, and all the glitz and glare has become fireworks that can't be cut. When time boils the rain, the fleeting years are shallow, and the Yan Yan has already been frosted. This year's wind-eroded time will eventually sink into the old days. Looking forward to the blue sky from the corridor, taking advantage of this May time. The years are quiet and time is long. Look up and pick up a petal; bow, collect a touch of incense. Meet in the text, fragrant in the ink rhyme. Maybe, "If there is a shore in your heart, you will have a ferry." Well, in this case, it would be better to cut the time of May into a set of episodes and frame it into scrolls of volumes one after another. Every day, let yourself be in the depths of your own time, shine, shine. , from then on forever. Maybe, time is still there, she just far away. The heart has a scent, and why are you afraid of the world?
The world is bigger and bigger than a heart, and walking farther is no more than a dream. Bing Xin old man once said, “Love is on the left, sympathy on the right, walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing at any time, at any time flowering, this road is dotted with long-distance dotted fragrant flowers, making people who wear twigs and leaves, marching on thorns, Do not feel pain; tears can fall is not sad. "Well, Xiaohua smiled between you, do you know how life should be so good, always smiling like you my best years? Maybe we face too many temptations, may not be able to bear the momentary loneliness, but we can't resist short-lived temptation and can't keep quiet for a moment. Or perhaps we have many shortcomings. We may not be the best, not the best, not the most loveable, not the most likely to learn, not the hardest, but we are all in their own long time and space. In the gallery, she has been working hard to fight. Well, even if we are a little grass that no one knows, we must still strive to grow towards the sunshine, even if it is simply to achieve a touch of new green; then, even if we are a little flower that no one cares about, we must also The earth became a landscape, even if it was only a humble way to give birth to a fragrance.
Time to cook the rain, maybe there is a dream to have happiness, a dream to have a future, and a dream to have our real life. In the same way, dreams are not expensive or noble, so no matter where we are, where we are or where we are, we should not feel inferior to ourselves, sigh, sigh, hold on, and spend a lifetime. Or, we are ordinary, we can not be easy, but we have always had a "little" dream, "great" power, has been trying to support the growth of our company. No bitterness, how sweet is it? There is no green leaf, how can such a charming flower like enchanting?
On a journey through the mountains, the water was heavy, passing through Hirakawa, passing through sand and thorns. As long as the paddles of our lives will never cease to move, then we can all the way "waves and waves, set the cloud to see the day." The former Soviet writer Ostrovsky once said, “The life of human beings seems to be torrential, and it is difficult to provoke beautiful waves without the reefs of the islands.” And the famous writer Su Shi once said, “It would rather be lonely, It is not against the law; it would rather be regretful than it will be. If you can enter my heart, I will wait for you; if you don’t carelessly, disregard the perfunctory. It’s always shallow, but it’s a deep feeling.” "Why don't you have an elegant heart, a kind of poetry on the road of the Red Dust, and the flowers will be disturbed when they laugh. In the ordinary, we constantly improve ourselves, surpass ourselves, and make our own hearts stronger, so that ordinary people are no longer ordinary. Therefore, we must not allow foreign objects to enslave our souls and live our lives. “Cry for yourself and laugh and show it to others. This is the so-called life.” Therefore, we must not despise ourselves or despise other people. After all, each person’s most difficult opponent to conquer is always his own, benevolent and invincible. It is also invincible.
"People are not beautiful and lovely, but they are beautiful because they are lovely." May in May, May's time is melodious. In the past, it has become popular to look back at the past. Time to boil the rain, then a low eyebrow, a touch of a look back, whether the curtain is a thousand years of drunken dreams, the old time dispelled the desolate? Unfamiliar city, unfamiliar scenery, awe-inspiring “can not be seen at a distance but not playing”, and who did we meet in the depths of time? Who is connected to?
In May, the wind of the moon simplifies the cloud shadows. The overflowing petals are carefully guarded by the crystal dew. Then to whom is the thought of another pearly flower raining gently telling who? The memory of that air-dryness will be in the fantasy of the one's youthful years. It's so scattered, faded, and far away? Maybe the beauty of life, that is, it has been listening to the depths of time in the depths of time and being alone. Well, did you remember the beauty of the depths of time and your smile in May?
“The wind and rain become flowers, and the time cannot catch up with the white horse. Are you still grasping the dreams of your young palm? The clouds are turning into summer, and the tears are evaporating from the years. Are you lost on this road? ”
Time to cook the rain, Jinse fleeting years, beautiful flowers, beautiful eyes, Huakai Yong Allure.