Tonight, when I look into your deep eyes, I walk into the rustling Woods, and the dead leaves rustle under my feet. Here, I picked up the movie. Not far away, I heard cicadas and frogs resonate, and their voices were getting farther and farther away. Like a lonely Mercedes-Benz, flying deep in the eyes, falling leaves, a faint drunkenness.
Flocculent flowers are blooming and dancing. I see you dancing in front of my eyes. I am infatuated with you. Feelings are like rain, always covered with a strong smile. I ordered a cup of yearning and a cup of indifference. Looking out of the window, there is a faint scent. You are wearing pink tulle and dyed with elegant straw color. You smile with beautiful eyes and infinite affection in your heart. Recite beautiful poems and sing beautiful melodies there. Leaning against the railing, listening to flowers and flying rain, shaking drunk.
Keeping the mood of rain, the wind danced gently in the air, leaving a gentle, mottled and fresh rain. Maybe looking for it, maybe quietly observing nature. There is a night in the Milky Way, and I don't know how beautiful flowers are, and I can't live without leaves. The green leaves, turning from green to yellow, will float on the eaves and on the lake. Everything is unknown in the eyes and can't be felt. Just a little bit of beauty, like a clear and elegant painting, a little appreciation. Looking up at Ye, I walked into Ye's palpitation, so cheerful and quiet.
A heart-to-heart, a sleeve, wind and rain, will there be cold wind and rain behind you? Half an autumn mountain brings the sunset, and the flock is soft and light, with a gentle breeze on one side and rough waves on the other. The wind blows down the picture scroll, shreds the full moon, drops of dust, flowers bloom for whom, fruits bear fruit for whom. If you come and go in your dreams, you will sit still, miss the pen lightly, be full of memories and be intoxicated for a long time.
Butterflies wander in front of the small building,
Still water is silent.
I can't sleep,
A thousand eyebrows look up at the sky.
The tenderness of the past appeared,
Just a harbor of dreams.
At midnight, a faint fragrance rose gracefully and came through the rain curtain. I feel the bait fragrance leisurely, and my heart is completely refreshed and moistened, like an inky night. Because of a little touch, I suddenly looked up and was alone in the neon. How many people come and go, and how many people stay at the end. Look at the flowing crowd silently, but be silent in silence. Accompanied by lingering evening breeze, cool autumn wind, the rain window adds clothes, and the wind gently blows over your ears. You shed a touch of light, fall into memories, express your feelings, caress your chest and shake flowers. The wind is singing, the rain is continuous, the light is soft, the color is light and thick, and the clouds are floating. Clouds and waters bloom, the breeze blows away the flowers, and the drunkenness is entangled.
A ray of light and shadow, full of fragrance, the breeze smells all the way, a floral skirt, accompanied by flowers, and poetry and ink at the fingertips. Leaning against the window on a rainy night, Lanxin sends purple and leaves fragrance. Rolling poetry books, sending messages alone, fragrant smiles in the wind, tears falling today, and charming red tides. Look at the flowers falling without a trace, and listen to the wind. Simple flower shadows ignite vilen's passion, stretch the beauty of a season and live a wonderful life.
A book and a piece of paper, the love of this life. The pen is close, and the two worlds love each other. You came out of the book, smiling quietly, with intoxicating charm, so wanton and elegant white gauze makeup, shaking off the tears beads condensed by the night dew. With a stroke of a pen, you came from the garden and attracted dancing butterflies and pear-like smiles. With such softness, I am the dust floating in your fragrant fog, and I am attached to your charming fragrance.
Watching the sunset melt gold, the leaves fall on the snow with the wind, just like wearing a gorgeous' tuxedo'. One day it ended, but the leaves left sweetly, with talent and the most beautiful brilliance. Gaze at the night sky, savor it carefully, express a peaceful yearning in a relaxed book, and gently draw a picture of ink and flowers with time.
The sunset in the valley echoes the road when you came, the look back when you stopped, the trace you crossed, the clear feather gauze cloud, the elegance of Mount Xi 'an and the drizzle. Let me continue to write a beautiful chapter with you. The wind enters the flute, and in the autumn rain, you exude charm, and your deep eyes reveal amorous feelings. One stroke, one ink, draw you a static move. A fragrance and a rhyme will accompany you all your life. I am the umbrella in your life, and you are the fragrance in my life. All the way to the world of mortals, accompanied by you, smiling like a flower, smiling all over the pool.