Flowers bloom and fall, and Mo is red dust. Everything passed in silence, and the sea of hearts was slowly rippling quietly. Looking at the long stream of fine water, the clouds are rolling up, stepping on the footsteps of time, as if a turn, the scenery in front of you passes by. is still annoyed with the superficiality of his youth, and he is still nostalgic for the joy of his childhood, and time has long stopped at another ferry. In the Jin Se years, those who think they are forever, and they are only once, but in the green years, they are still enthusiastic chases.

In May, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the red willow green steals the eyesight of this season, and more time, the red becomes the protagonist of the sky. The slight warmth crosses the threshold of the season, quiet and shallow. Listen to the whispering of the spring water, murmur a peace of mind, carry a wisp of spring breeze, twist a petal, and smile in time. The fading clouds carry a season's flower rain; The flowers of the flying flotsam fall, the beauty of the broken ground; The fluttering silk rain is intoxicated with a lifetime of dreams. Listening to the wind and snow, when you are lightly brushing the New Year, you wish to dream without a trace.

The years are like a shuttle, ups and downs, year after year, when the layers of life are spread out in front of you, you will gradually find that those are deep to the end are actually very shallow, don't let desire do it, make yourself scarred, and enjoy it. In the long sun and moon, stepping on the footsteps of the years, walking in the red dust. Looking back, the once bright and brilliant, the original fresh clothes and angry horses, are just a cloud of smoke. Life is short, time is rushed, and it is ordinary to return to a simple and peaceful life.

Sitting quietly in a meter of sunlight and lazy thoughts, the passing years, the distant sunshine, slowly flowing. There is no need to lament the ups and downs of life, and live freely without restraints. Embrace the sunshine and feel the thinness of time, silently watch the petals fly, stand in a corner of the town and look up at the sky, and feel the time that has become shorter inch by inch. The soft breeze, the fragrance of flowers, the powder rain, the calmness of the heart, the compromise is so good. In my free time, slowly pick up the itinerary of the years, whether it is warmth or memories, it will enrich the lonely and lonely heart.

Life is the blossoming and falling of flowers one after another; Life is one after another without regrets, watch silently, walk quietly, no matter the ups and downs, and slowly savor the youth and maturity of life.

No matter how beautiful the passage of life is, what cannot be kept is the scattered time of parting, and the long journey of life will eventually pass away is a silence and tears in the scattered chapters of time. With a plain pen to write the intoxicating poems of the grass in February, the flowers bloom in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies in April, and the flowers fall in May.

The years of singing carry the past, constantly baptizing the dream-like years, and the old face is no longer young. In the fading time, flipping through the yellowed photos, staggering with vague memories.

In May, the tidbits are graceful and light, and the rain is full of tenderness. A few feelings, a few wisps of lightness, the petals began to float away piecemeal. Chasing the thin time, the dust and smoke are in a hurry, changing the vicissitudes of the golden year, the tangled and hesitant of the past, hidden in the sea of flowers, wandering the world, leaving only the water color and joy, and the lamp to warm. While the spring is still good, the rain fragrance is still there, and the pen and ink tell the joyful face.

Counting the mottled flow through the years, let the time change, the time is ruthless, the annual rings are quiet, and the elegance is not there. In the quiet and beautiful years, in the rain of May in May, I still keep silently, let my thoughts dance in the endless sea of flowers, even if the years are yellow, there are still floating clouds as a companion, the wind through the flowers, decorating the boiling summer color.

In the picturesque rain of flowers, listen to the abundance of simplicity and surge, and the pink rain binds the time into a book, a page of wind and rain is faint, and a page of rain is faint. Page by page turned into the world, flying smoke to consume the years, deep in time, let the years slowly erode away, engraved the passing years. The rain of flowers enriches life and years.

Life is bright, the years are quiet and beautiful, time is rushed, and exile is melancholy. Flower rain life is like ink Danhua, time is beautiful, and the years are eternal. With a green leaf, along with the petals, go through the hurried years, read all the dust calmly and wisely, accept the ups and downs of life, rely on a vein of time to bloom like a flower, hold a heart to place the heart, miss the silence, the thought of simplicity, precipitate the incense years......