With you, life is like a spring breeze

You in my heart are like spring, a love story about love falling in the depths of the season, your eyes, traversing this turbulent world, make me happy. The season is getting warmer, and the spring breeze blows a tree of flowers. I know that the peach blossom outside the city will be full of fragrance in the spring breeze. Your smile, like the blooming flowers, is the most beautiful picture in my heart.

They say that flowers are red and willows are green in spring. I say that spring is naturally sunny with you. The sun flows on the branches. All the deep feelings don’t need to be deliberate. When there is warmth in the heart, there will be seasons for each other. I always feel that I am far away from prosperity. Fortunately, there are still you. The world is full of different styles and styles, and the wine and tea room is just the most beautiful drunk. You are here, and I know that the world is always gentle and kind to me.

Dongfeng urged Liu Xin to walk the road in front of the door many times, but he didn't look at it seriously. After stepping over the threshold of the season, overnight, spring came like a delicate woman with powdery noodles. In the quietness of the flowers and shadows, the spring color is lightly cast on the window, the light and shadow are interlaced, and they sit and form a word. Open the window and meet the spring light in March, but see the breeze and the path paved with peach blossoms stretching into the distance, half in a hurry, half in the unfathomable dust and fireworks, caressing the spring, watching the flowers bloom on the street, How many smiles are there in my life that can remind me of sitting in the warm sun of spring?

Suddenly, I felt that I had imprisoned myself in the city for too long, so that my love had faded, my words were thin, and many things had been forgotten. Floating life is so cold, and there is always a touch of emotion. When I think about it, my eyes are moistened. There is always a warmth in my heart. It is the touch of spring in my heart. Life always has to go through so much. If you hide the scenery you like in your heart, you will not feel that way. lonely.

For a long time, I wanted to write some words about you. As time goes by, there are so many too late, and the flowers are blooming and falling, but your eyebrows and eyes remain the same. Across the temperature of the season, thinking of you, suddenly thousands of trees and pears bloom, and the joy in my heart is still as amazing as the first snow I encountered in the light winter. The years are long, maybe we are all used to being alone, meditating in our own time, writing some scattered words, what others see is complicated sentences, and the silence behind the words, only the heart knows, impermanent time, whatever. No matter how warm you are, you will also get cold. If you meet without a word, you will be cold in spring. If the world is desolate, please walk with me in one volume of books, one sentence, and those affectionate passages are enough for us to put our lost souls.

Maybe it's been cold for too long, so I long for all things in the spring, and imagine the beauty of the flowers blooming and the spring breeze ten miles away. Break a flower branch, waiting for you on the road in spring, the scenery of life is full of flavors, but the most beautiful, the night of lovesickness, there is a bright moon shining on the window, in the good years, there is someone to watch and read. Cut a section of landscape, waiting for you, in the first place, the warmth between your brows and eyes is like the pot of spring in your heart after the cold spring season.

I always feel that where there is sunshine, there will be the fragrance of flowers, perhaps the dark fragrance of wild chrysanthemums quietly blooming in the corner, or the fragrance of magnolias carefully served on the windowsill, or the stunning sparkling peach blossoms. On days with sunshine and fragrance of flowers, there is a touch of warmth in my heart, no words, but also affection. Where time is soft, there will be joy. As long as you think of me, you will be happy. How wonderful. I was tossing and turning in the verdant sentences, writing poems for you, still, the poetic heart is picturesque.

Time, describe the day as a flower, and leave a touch of spring in the bottom of my heart, there will be a corner of warmth that will accommodate my wandering. I will spend an ordinary time with you in an old word. I use silent characters to write romantic scenes, as well as firewood, rice, oil and salt. I will keep the deepest love in my heart and place it in the farthest horizon.

The spring water is just born, the spring forest is beginning to flourish, and the spring breeze is ten miles away, not as good as you. I always feel that spring is suitable for going to a date with thousands of rivers and mountains, looking for someone who will never forget, and meeting, it is warm, even if the mountains and rivers are long, as long as there is hope in your heart, you will eventually arrive. The most beautiful crossing in the world is from one heart to another. The most beautiful love is the transparency of the original heart. No matter how far the road is, I can't stop the footsteps of missing. I invite the spring breeze to wake up a peach blossom. Just to meet you in spring.

I always thought, in Homecoming, looking for a forever, how far is forever? It is the touch of nostalgia after a thousand turns and a thousand times, the poem I wrote after going through a long time with you, and the most stable pen you wrote for me after a thousand sails. Shen Congwen said, between the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge. On the bridge are green leaves and safflowers, and below the bridge are people with flowing water. The other end of the bridge is blue silk, and here is white hair.

Years are silent, and they spend the rest of their lives together with affection. Although it is still Xiaohan in the north, if you are by my side, a hundred flowers will bloom and birds will sing and cicadas will sing. The glitz of the world is not as good as your company. Whether it is spring flowers blooming or falling flowers, you are here, and this life is complete. The love of the soul, in the hometown of love, I want to listen to the wind and watch the same moon with you in the afternoon, let the time flow, regardless of the weather, only the season.

Not all the time can bloom the flowers in the mind, and not all the efforts will be rewarded accordingly. Sometimes when I feel really tired, I just want to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, where there is a cloud and water Zen heart. In the courtyard, there is a breeze and flowing water to illuminate the flower stream, or, there is nothing, only your words, I will always accompany you, that is enough.

If you want, I want spring water to decorate your ageless face. I want to make tea for you and write poems for you in this life. Then, when you send me a grand spring, I see the peach blossoms still smiling in the spring breeze, in the warm In the fragrance of tea, use a thin pen to imitate the appearance you first saw.

Putting a beautiful love on the eyebrows and eyes of spring, can flowers bloom? In ordinary years, birds chirping happily outside the window, and a little green on the branches will make people happy. Spring should be very good, if you can be there, bathed in the bright sunshine, I really want to write a warm love letter to you, without writing lovesick words, without writing lingering songs, just a piece of spring, and a heartfelt message. I always believe that where there is fresh breeze and flowers, there must also be poetry and distant places. In this way, I would like to live every simple day into a good time in the depths of hundreds of flowers. With you, my whole life is like a spring breeze.