Open a bright window, keep a wisp of flower fragrance

Fireworks in March, it is time to become a stranger in spring returns. Standing at the corner of the season, there is a soft willow breeze blowing on the face. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, the spring breeze blows everywhere and the garden is full of spring colors. This season, my heart, the water puddle that slides through the winter, the flowers that slide through the spring, quietly meets the warmth. When Shuying the horizontal window, I quietly booked the bright spring at the stop of the west wind. In the light smoke rippling, I wrote you into my life poem with a flower-blooming heart. Now as long as I think of your smile, there will be trees and trees blooming in my heart. Fireworks life, because your stars and moon are staring at your eyes, because of your breeze flute, all the scenery is fixed in my eyes as beautiful and eternal. Stroking the railing of time, I only wish myself to be the flower you only love in this life. Go to the south and come to the north. Why do you want it? If you wish me a bosom friend, I will promise you conjugal bliss; If you wish me a ray of spring breeze, I will promise you a fragrance of flowers around your shoulders; If you wish me to never leave, I will promise you to last forever. Flowers bloom for a long time, and love is swaying. In this life, I would like to stretch wide sleeve for you, leave fragrance at the bottom of the sleeve, on the pavilion, on the shore of the water, Qingyour places, and dance all the time, the dance has gone through the years. The world is full of grass. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident. Looking back on the flower wall of my memory, I only saw your shadow shining brightly. Looking back once, I took the past life and the present life; Stopped for coast to coast at a time; A Ensemble urged the second flower to bloom; A nostalgia, a warmth of years goes by after saying goodbye; A regret, dyed the fragrance of the golden book in the cloud; A know, beautiful time. I am full of expectation. I hope that one day, you can read all my poems hidden deep in snowflakes and read all my heart words embedded in pink. At this time, I want to go to a spring date with you all the way with flowers, lead a Idle cloud and wander in the spring light. Let the Lanzhou we love be full of stars and spring colors, drifting towards the place where Liu Ying is oblique, green and lush, and spring is full of spring, and walking in the spring breeze, listen to the heart song of the fresh wind plucking flowers. Now, there is no need to tell you how much I miss, because I know that there is always your silent understanding in the silence. I really don’t have to say whether you and I are going to spend the same time. I don’t have to say whether you and I are going to fly against each other. Everything is just because you have me and you. You know who I spend and who you wait, meet each other and smile, all can be in the silence of each other. Spring water ripples, light fragrance. My world is no longer thin and cool, and my heart is no longer sad. No matter how much snow Frost the front dust has shaken down, no matter how many utterances the future will spread, you will always be in my heart. Even if the roses fade and the Lotus wither one day, I still believe that where our eyes meet, where we sing and dance, where we burn incense and pray for Buddha, there must be new flowers blooming quietly, and there must be a cycle of words dancing lightly. Open a bright window, keep a wisp of flowers, no matter where you are, I will follow your figure and voice. No matter where I am, these three thousand green silk are waiting for you to comb, and the heart of this woman flower is waiting for you to read. After meeting you, to me, every cloud is a love poem, every spray is a note, every season is a beautiful scenery, and every night is a love song. The taste of life is Qinghuan. I would like to live with you near the water, build fences and plant Chrysanthemum, dream together on the side of the smoky rain Lake, keep the initial heart, slow cook time in the wind, gossip ancient and modern. Walk through the mountains and rivers and sing a song of dust love. I put my tenderness in the time when the flowers bloom, and then I waited quietly, waiting for the small window to cut candles with you, to play Willow together with the wind, and to wave the whip together day by day, but you are love, with you in your heart, it is warm to read. In the future, let me invite you to the spring breeze, Zhu Dailian, lying Dyke chanting poems, let us fall in love with each other silently and silently and happily. [Charming time] Cut the spring light as clothes, no longer dyed in the years. Gently put the story of you and me in the depth of Taoyuan, and let a quiet heart without regret. In the future, you will carry water to pour the garden for me, and I will make tea for you; You will eyebrow me every day, and I will weave clothes for you every night. In the light and shadow of the past few years, we were full of flowers and sleeves, watching the Spring and the Autumn Water singing quietly. The spring breeze is not as good as you. Here, a roll of my time is left blank for you, and my years are waiting for you to write later. The boat paddle in the south of the Yangtze River opened a romantic and graceful meeting; The Tuoling of the desert gave birth to a real love. Through the corridor of the season, since then, we have no longer been greedy for carving fences and jade stones and the prosperity of the world. We only want to face the sea and bloom in spring. The original spring color, Jade Willow Yi, the future red dust, we all treat each other with tenderness. All the way, all the way to sing, we should sketch the thoughts in the heart of the brow, the sparse fanaticism of fallen petals lie in profusion, the looking back of smoke waves and lights, and the flying of Yan Ge and Ying Dance into the poem lines of Pingyi one by one. You are the most beautiful fate in my life. When flowers bloom, I will watch the blooming flowers with you. When flowers bloom, I will collect the poetry of flower fall with you. In the swaying of the green lights and the blooming of the masses, let’s watch the beautiful original scenery in our hearts together, burn love to boiling, and smear the stories of light into immortal legends of quiet and good years. Rolling in the red dust, there is always a flower stunning time, there is always a person engraved in the heart, understand, is from the heart of the intersection. Dust in the wind, some people know that it is happiness; Some people cherish it and it is warmth. If the heart is simple, charming time; If the love is true, all the way to Chang’an. Three thousand weak water, just take a scoop to drink. At this time, the obsession, year after year, is as good as the first sight. I would like to take the smoke and rain of Yichuan yamarashi with you, cross a tube of spring breeze, grow old together, hand in hand through the white head of the years, fall in love with each other. From then on, I would like to wipe away the moss in the rain Lane for you, wave away the melancholy of lilac, and redgusset for you in the dark and blue of the moon, and bring flowers to the tea for you, so that we can make our wandering and elegant, the payment is deep in love. Wen \Yu co-solo dance, member of Shanghai Writers Association, QQ1904223318 Yu co-solo dance collection “half curtain smoky rain” and “deep cloud water” have been published and released, the third collection of “gently touching the warmth of fireworks” is expected to be published by the end of 2016. 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