If you love, please love deeply. Don't hurt

Orchids are like spring and summer, smashed into fragrant dust, and the fragrance is long on the road of red dust; elegant green bamboo, cracked into fingerprint roads, heralding the fate of dark tides. Time flies, and once you go to Fragrant Hills, you will never return. I hope that there is nothing wrong with the fleeting years when flowers bloom, and people express their poetic growth in the book and shadow, and lightly paint the track of heart and love.

One river is misty and rainy, one is Pingchuan, and the city is full of catkins; on both sides of the river, willows and willows are Yiyi, parting for lovesickness, the breeze expresses affection, and shallowly sings the oath when they met and knew each other. The lights are night and night, the street lights are like day, and there are many figures; when I look back, Yiren is in the dim light, looking up at the handsome and handsome young man south of the city tower; the young man does not know that Yiren is a boudoir, and looks for another beautiful woman in the fireworks alley , enjoy the wine. There are trees in the mountains, there are branches in the woods, the heart is happy and the king does not know; on the moon, the pipa sings in a low voice, the jade tree flowers in the backyard, in the evening wind, the Yiren hides her face in tears and wets her sleeves, and her thoughts are getting farther and farther.

Tears asked Huahua not to speak, and the chaos flew over to beg for thousands. Looking at the past and present in one glance, in the heart of the invincible blossom, take it with equanimity, not be shocked by honor and shame, and be at ease like a golden mountain that cannot fall, stick to the rock-solid love in the deepest part of the heart, and be persistent as ever.

Blue birds, flying fish, and the gurgling water freely fly and swim, and the passage of time cannot disturb their indifferent and leisurely atmosphere. In the old world of the world, people lament that life is too short, love is too deep, love is too shallow, and stranded April Fangfei; the flashy heart, beating irregularly, can not calm the noise and noise, and dye the world. Without a moment of quietness and tenderness, the heart seems to be riding a wild horse, galloping and chasing the footsteps of love; The old things flow with the water, but they are reluctant to bear the beauty in the flower alley of the Six Dynasties.

The ancient style, the current style, the face is easy to be old and the love is difficult to tell; if the sky is in love, the sky is easy to be old, if the person has a lover, the person is lonely; the children of tender affection in ancient times are all crazy, all suffering, and laughing. In the depths of the clouds and waters, sadness is for the wind of falling flowers, hurt for the red maple leaves; in the good place of Zhuxi, pick up the spring flowers and autumn moon, and sink into the deep blue pool with deep affection. How much love is deep, how much sorrow, the pool is also a few feet deep; the sky is high and the sea is wide, people are like a small boat, drifting and wandering on the frightening and dangerous sea; the heart is full of ripples, and the waves are high, but they do not retreat. , Do not retreat, just because you believe in the power of love, you can overcome all rapids and dangers.

A glass of light wine, drink it all in one go, but you can't drink the bottomless kindness and affection. The heart sows happiness on the red dust soil, sprinkles happiness; waters it with clear springs, and it cools for a season; with nutrients of love, the season is bright, and the fragrance of flowers spreads all over the mountains and fields.

Encountering spring flowers blooming, guarding the red dust, even if the spring wind blows into snow, I have no regrets and no regrets. The red dust is in the desert, the Xiaoxiao rain is resting, and the long pavilion is late; the dust is no longer dust, but the flying of love, the journey of the heart; the soil is no longer the soil, but the root of love and the precipitation of the heart.

Leisurely Xiangyang green mountains are so charming, green mountains are always there, but people have long been wandering with gods and things, and their hearts have moved from the world. At sunrise, the window of the heart is open, and the setting sun is lonely at dusk; when the sunset is like the sun, the mist in the morning is also scattered and transparent. One mountain, one water, one grass and one tree are all the homes of sad people and the eaves of lovers; the mountains and rivers, and the plants and trees, should be the same for future generations, and all the words of scenery are words of love.

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with floors, and don't hold them in their hearts. Dongfeng night and Qiaotou crossing, Qingfeng Pu Shang is full of sorrow; a crescent moon on the river, shining at the beginning of the year, talking with the young man, writing a long scroll of the young man's heart. The bright moonlight is like silk like silk, scattered into the bead curtain, wet Rob, and concentrated thoughts; the dark heart of the moon, Xu Zhoulang, pours into the bamboo forest and pines, the shadows of the trees are mottled, the pure love is scattered and scattered, and it is picturesque. .

A mountain buries a flower soul, a robe with first-class water, many anecdotes of the red dust, all into the gossip of the fishing woodcutter; the fallen leaves on the river are colorful, the autumn songs are continuous, how much loneliness, how helpless, how bitter; the country is still picturesque every year , The people are close to dusk, and the sunset silently descends the Cangshan Mountains. The sun and the moon are desolate, the stars are like rain, and the tide is under the moon, and there is infinite emotion and loneliness in my heart. The tide is flat and the sea is wide, the sound of singing on the parting boat, the green water, the endless stream of rivers and cables; the green mountains on both sides of the river are separated by innumerable strands of affection.

Walking on the streets of the red dust, people will forget each other when they are far away, and they cannot be far away when they are near. If you have no relationship with the world, but rest assured in the clouds and waters, find a quiet valley, and send a deep feeling; find a quiet place, which will last a lifetime; in the mountains and rivers, you can cleanse your soul, dance with the breeze, and sing with the birds. , bloom with the flowers, restore a true, kind, happy and free self, bid farewell to prosperity, bid farewell to the world, and live in the world magnanimously.

Although the red dust is as heavy as Mount Tai, it is as light as a feather. It is easy to shake the mountain, but difficult to shake the heart. Ye Lan held a candle for a long talk, looked at each other, and fell in love at first sight, as if hating to see each other late, sincerity is easy to give, but it is like the sea is hard to be water, and the water is hard to take back, and the heart has already flooded into disaster.

Sometimes the spring breeze is good, sometimes the spring breeze is bad. The flowers do not bloom until the spring breeze, and the flowers are blown off by the wind.

I hope: Flowers are not wrong with fleeting years, the mountains are high and the water is long, the water is long, the people are long, and the thousands of miles are together.