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I live in time, looking forward to every breezy day, I can write the warm words of Jinse; According to the sunshine, it quietly grows into a rippling flower; Wait, the love words of spring fall on the leaves of time, and the silence in your eyes is the dream I built among the flowers.

—Epigraph

For a long time, I haven't listened to songs and written in the spring sun. Then, leaning in front of the window and turning his back to the sun, quietly thinking about those ethereal days. It is as if the sun flows in the light and shadow of the folds in the folds of light and shadow every day, and then the weather is constantly changing. As a result, the time in my eyes has more warmth related to the sun. The wind blew around the window and gently brushed through the face.

I like it, every day of talking with the sunshine makes the atrium that has been empty for a long time warm and lush, and the mood is relaxed; When spring comes, I build a dream under the flowers, take the peach blossoms as the poem, the flowing clouds as the sound, the breeze as the rhyme, talk about Zen with the time, and taste the warmth of the years. At that time, I wrote some sentences that were as cool as water, and read the beauty of three inches of daylight. May the years be safe and the years be safe.

It is said that the most beautiful April day in the world, and I wish the most, no matter how I will become in the future, I hope that the traces of your once lived in my heart are still there, even if you are old and flowering, old face, far away, the years of each other are still the original temperature. Wait for the pink to fall off the makeup, wait for the light rain to frost, wait for the letter you wrote to me My smile is still on my face, when the time comes, I will read you, read the first look in your eyes, and the angle of the slightly raised corners of your mouth accidentally, at that time, you came from afar, I smiled shallowly, like the first time, the spring flowers bloomed, quiet and peaceful.

Glass time, prosperous and lonely, think more, write the bustle of the spring grass and warbler flying, write a fresh and warm chapter, send it to you, send it to the passing year, and send it to every returnee in the journey; Flowers fall, agarwood, there is a dark fragrance floating at the beginning of the branches, the swaying Yanran, is the most beautiful mark in time, with the warmth of the fingertips, gently write down the temperature of a spring, the falling words, floating in the spring smoke and rain, adding a layer of faint missing.

At some point, I will blame the time for going too quickly, so many green years, apricot blossoms and light rain time, accidentally walked into a dream. When you open the pages of memory, you will still stay in a certain chapter, those half-cool, red sighs, as if it is the end of the oath ending, along the shadow of memory layer by layer, and then, inch by inch cold, until it gradually becomes a faint sadness in the bottom of the eyes.

A rain falls from the afternoon to the middle of the night, will the longing in my heart be flooded from now on? It's like a person's heart, you can't guess it, you can't read it. Will the dream in my eyes be filled with memories with the shadow of time, turning the quiet chatter and messy whispers in my heart into notes and flowing in bedtime gossip. Light up those dim stars and moons, just to look back and smile in this journey.

Time waits for no one, like this sunshine. Across the palm of the hand, a look back, it was full of desolate sighs. The worries of the world will always make people confused, why not learn to look down on their posture, if the worldly fireworks have been unavoidable, you should also learn to clean the wind and smoke, abandon the red dust; Life and mood can always rely on their own sections to continue to write, my right hand is yesterday with a faint sigh, the left hand is with a bright smile, promise yourself a spring flowers, shallow walk, listen quietly, even if no one is accompanied along the way, but can also float the dark fragrance.

Sometimes, after reading too many other people's stories, my heart will be sad and empty. Those brocade book swallows, dark fragrance and sparse shadows, after the passage of a year and a year, a smile of mood. With the superposition of time, there are many more indescribable feelings. It's as if the accumulated thoughts are beginning to wander in dreams; I, it's too late to sort out, it's too late to remember, the falling flowers in April have been hidden by the passing year of May, at that time, half a peach blossom, a few wisps of breeze, but under your pen, a bright spring, roll down, flowers flying, the imprint of time, fell on the tail of the leaf; But it also enchants the beauty in your eyes.

Outside the window, the sun is still warm, spilling through the glass. Suddenly very nostalgic for this season; Even the verdant green outside the window is also beautiful and exciting; This spring, there is the fragrance of flowers, the sparse shadows, the small bridge, and the smoke and rain, which are the three inches of sunshine that are properly placed in the heart.

I live in time, looking forward to every breezy day, I can write the warm words of Jinse; According to the sunshine, it quietly grows into a rippling flower; Wait, the love words of spring fall on the leaves of time, and the silence in your eyes is the dream I built among the flowers.

—Epigraph

For a long time, I haven't listened to songs and written in the spring sun. Then, leaning in front of the window and turning his back to the sun, quietly thinking about those ethereal days. It is as if the sun flows in the light and shadow of the folds in the folds of light and shadow every day, and then the weather is constantly changing. As a result, the time in my eyes has more warmth related to the sun. The wind blew around the window and gently brushed through the face.

I like it, every day of talking with the sunshine makes the atrium that has been empty for a long time warm and lush, and the mood is relaxed; When spring comes, I build a dream under the flowers, take the peach blossoms as the poem, the flowing clouds as the sound, the breeze as the rhyme, talk about Zen with the time, and taste the warmth of the years. At that time, I wrote some sentences that were as cool as water, and read the beauty of three inches of daylight. May the years be safe and the years be safe.

It is said that the most beautiful April day in the world, and I wish the most, no matter how I will become in the future, I hope that the traces of your once lived in my heart are still there, even if you are old and flowering, old face, far away, the years of each other are still the original temperature. Wait for the pink to fall off the makeup, wait for the light rain to frost, wait for the letter you wrote to me My smile is still on my face, when the time comes, I will read you, read the first look in your eyes, and the angle of the slightly raised corners of your mouth accidentally, at that time, you came from afar, I smiled shallowly, like the first time, the spring flowers bloomed, quiet and peaceful.

Glass time, prosperous and lonely, think more, write the bustle of the spring grass and warbler flying, write a fresh and warm chapter, send it to you, send it to the passing year, and send it to every returnee in the journey; Flowers fall, agarwood, there is a dark fragrance floating at the beginning of the branches, the swaying Yanran, is the most beautiful mark in time, with the warmth of the fingertips, gently write down the temperature of a spring, the falling words, floating in the spring smoke and rain, adding a layer of faint missing.

At some point, I will blame the time for going too quickly, so many green years, apricot blossoms and light rain time, accidentally walked into a dream. When you open the pages of memory, you will still stay in a certain chapter, those half-cool, red sighs, as if it is the end of the oath ending, along the shadow of memory layer by layer, and then, inch by inch cold, until it gradually becomes a faint sadness in the bottom of the eyes.

A rain falls from the afternoon to the middle of the night, will the longing in my heart be flooded from now on? It's like a person's heart, you can't guess it, you can't read it. Will the dream in my eyes be filled with memories with the shadow of time, turning the quiet chatter and messy whispers in my heart into notes and flowing in bedtime gossip. Light up those dim stars and moons, just to look back and smile in this journey.

Time waits for no one, like this sunshine. Across the palm of the hand, a look back, it was full of desolate sighs. The worries of the world will always make people confused, why not learn to look down on their posture, if the worldly fireworks have been unavoidable, you should also learn to clean the wind and smoke, abandon the red dust; Life and mood can always rely on their own sections to continue to write, my right hand is yesterday with a faint sigh, the left hand is with a bright smile, promise yourself a spring flowers, shallow walk, listen quietly, even if no one is accompanied along the way, but can also float the dark fragrance.

Sometimes, after reading too many other people's stories, my heart will be sad and empty. Those brocade book swallows, dark fragrance and sparse shadows, after the passage of a year and a year, a smile of mood. With the superposition of time, there are many more indescribable feelings. It's as if the accumulated thoughts are beginning to wander in dreams; I, it's too late to sort out, it's too late to remember, the falling flowers in April have been hidden by the passing year of May, at that time, half a peach blossom, a few wisps of breeze, but under your pen, a bright spring, roll down, flowers flying, the imprint of time, fell on the tail of the leaf; But it also enchants the beauty in your eyes.

Outside the window, the sun is still warm, spilling through the glass. Suddenly very nostalgic for this season; Even the verdant green outside the window is also beautiful and exciting; This spring, there is the fragrance of flowers, the sparse shadows, the small bridge, and the smoke and rain, which are the three inches of sunshine that are properly placed in the heart.

Time waits for no one, like this sunshine. Across the palm of the hand, a look back, it was full of desolate sighs. The worries of the world will always make people confused, why not learn to look down on their posture, if the worldly fireworks have been unavoidable, you should also learn to clean the wind and smoke, abandon the red dust; Life and mood can always rely on their own sections to continue to write, my right hand is yesterday with a faint sigh, the left hand is with a bright smile, promise yourself a spring flowers, shallow walk, listen quietly, even if no one is accompanied along the way, but can also float the dark fragrance.