Floating life is like a dream, the years are quiet

##, The years are quiet, always miss the leisurely leisurely under the chrysanthemum, the flowers and rain are full of tranquility. A ray of breeze is the hurry of the years. A bamboo vine that has been made by the years has been witnessed by silent feelings in the clear moon and moon. A stretch, warm years. It proves that my Buddha smiled clearly, and life was so indifferent and leisurely.

The pure beauty of watching the sunset, sitting at the romance of Yunjuan Yunshu, strolled under the spar of pear blossoms with white spring breeze, and drawn the warm flower fragrance of this season. Silently listening to the hearts of the stars and the moon, the pulse of the heart, and the loneliness of the soul and dreaming. Looking back at the pear trees, the windy moon in the old words, playing a song of ancient charm.

The kind of silence that was exiled is extremely quiet and leisurely, and the happiness of the eyes has been engraved on the pen. Take a seat, read a book of old days, swaying under the moon, serene face, and the heart of the wind and frost, which was infected by the stream of stories in the chapters. Make emotion, groaning because of flowers and trees.

Condensing his experience into a paper poem, keeping a indifferent heart into the wind and flowers, writing like the water in the water with no desire. Ren petal -like memory is like a cup of fragrant campaign. Even if the three thousand obsessions are entangled with me, there is always a layer of tulle. Those light -hearted things that are carved with the light marks, breeding the eyebrows at the bottom of the eyes, and willing to spend time. Concrete, sitting old with these elegant pear flowers.

Looming is now a gentle music, listening carefully, surprise, a song [Xiao Ao Jianghu] suppressing euphemism, soothing and free, as comfortable as my mood at this time. The embankment, the maple bridge, the tenderness and tenderness are gentle and smooth. A stream flows, full of fragrance, heart with the haze, drunk the breeze alone.

As the water flowing slowly, stroking a song, gently popping out the faint sorrow in the heart, the end of the song, the years without trace. The softest emotional emotions in the heart of the soul frequently bloom at the fingertips. Those warm and lingering tunes are hidden in the glitter. Pianyan becomes a lingering song, penetrate the twilight sky, and precipitates the end of the season.

Tao Li Fangfei pear flowers are white, elegant piano flutes, and cloudy clouds, like dreams, long and condensed music, like Miaoyin Qingye in the bottom of the heart, letting the body and the soul of the soul clean up in a row of heaven. The wind passed, a faint fragrance was refreshing, and lazily dormant in the graceful confusion, and let the fragrance lingering the flowers.

I was as quiet as flowers, and Ren Jingjing slowly did not pass the window sill without years. One of the indifferent and easy -to -empty spirits, clear and unreasonable. One flower and one leaf colorful throughout the world. A smile of fixing a beautiful moment, a rhyme and a song cultivated sentiment. Confinement, time was indifferent and full of eyes.

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