I often stop at the deep courtyard to see the ancient plum tree. The deepest emotion I look forward to the most beautiful enchantment of the branches. Countless times I have thought that if there is a snowfall
By Charles W Wheaton3 years ago in Humans
Enough to deeply touch my heart. It's late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground, but the door is not open. Late
The long-dormant memories gradually, clearly surfaced in my mind. Grew up in the season of blossoming and falling flowers, cheering at the time of sunrise and sunset.
It is another year of autumn wind, another year of autumn rain, another year of the autumn moon. The night is bleak, and the unseeable four places seem to have an indescribable desolation. Autumn wind from the south
By Charles W Wheaton3 years ago in Earth
This early spring rain is so lingering, when spring is still hazy and shy, the spring rain will The spring rain fills the space of spring boldly and without consultation, and the coldness of spring, the spring
I finally no longer restrain my long-settled state of mind and let the dance of the I will let the long-awaited voice of the sleeping heart
Early spring, the cold and clear gradually go, sitting in a cup of tea, reflecting on the past years, there are some The lingering winding, faintly, gently, lingering, the aftertaste went, but the strong meaning
The heart feels euphoniously diffuse, and the red earth and the mundane world are relaxed. The cloud and water meditation heart to spend the years.
Life, like a drama without a director, the plot must be arranged by yourself. No matter how the main character, first you must love, the proportion of joyful harvest depends on your
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, seasons alternate. Each season exists with its unique interpretation of its flavor. Spring is graceful and gorgeous, showing the vitality of new life; summer is colorful and gorgeous.
The years are just like the sand on the fingertips, the more you grab the faster it passes. The wind is a finger of quicksand.
The river pours the moon falls, the scarlet haze first bloom each morning, and there will be water string jade pearls of sweetness
