Leisurely and heart-to-heart painting

I like that sentence. I am leisurely and heart-to-heart painting. I am relieved from beginning to end and warm all the time. The green tone painted on the journey, with the fragrance of silk, the flowers warmed, the Willow smoke warmed, the eyes softened, like water, soft and elegant in the heart, slowly gentle and gentle. Murmuring rain, poetic and picturesque, everything goes smoothly, without losing the gentle TIMIER, colorful cutting four seasons colors, soft infiltration starts, let the colorful colors give warm atmosphere, let you in the Moonlight be leisurely and devoted to painting. If you enter the heart, you can fall in love with the painting. When the fate comes, the years will be favored and the time will be locked. Everything will be fixed. It is picturesque and remains in memory. It lasts for a long time and lasts for a long time. Familiar with several ups and downs, after three generations of waste, just for the meeting, leisurely into the heart, looking for the person who can let the heart into the painting, can be together with the wind and rain, green hills and clear waters, the scenery see through together. Choose a city to grow old and have a white head with one person; Hold your hand and grow old with him; Take it easy and smile at each other. Oh, you are here! Arrive at the infatuation of love, fall in love with your whole life, and enter your eyes into painting. With a curved moon, I enjoyed the water of the mountain. The green mountains are not old, and the green water often flows. By the Stone Bridge, crossing the bridge, on the three-Life Stone, I carved the covenant between each other. Under the smoke umbrella, on the wupan boat, the Willow smoke garden is drunk, gently soft, curly and Tingting, the western window is cut candle, and the conversation is Mulberry. The temples are white in those days, and the time changes. You are far away, always close to each other, close to each other, supporting the Sun and the moon. Azure and other smoky rain, waiting for the stars and the moon to meet, shining in the heart, warm in the arms, spend spring flowers and autumn months together, gently blowing the breeze and clouds, ancient Tibetan star and moon myth. Flowers are planted in front of the window, pour tea under the tree, color clothes in moonlight, and a beautiful land in the morning when you pick flowers and dew. When you plough the field, I weave clothes, coarse tea and light rice, simple, light and shallow, and do it at sunrise. The sun is setting, the knitting is, and the sea is changing. I still like the flowers full of love, recall the drops of dust margin, consider the words and words, and search for the flowers in the old things. The flowers in the old things are painting wall memorable. Spring is coming, and I have enjoyed the fragrance of glorious youth in the song, which makes the distant love words take root. One song is not finished, one cavity is not gone, the water is boiled and the rain is boiled, and the ancient piano tune sounds and picks up words, pick up the softest paragraph in memory, taste it like a song, read it like a dream, like a treasure. Love is in the smoke wave, which is unpredictable and ethereal. Throughout his life, he has laughed, cried, and hurt. There are clouds places along the way. It is the delicate and gorgeous one, which turns back and forth, the melodious song of ebb and flow is a sea of love with ripples of clear water, waves, waves, waves, mountains and mountains, and conjugal bliss branches. It is also like the Spring Breeze Ten Li, the clouds and water can’t help looking for it, the blue waves gently, waiting for Chenyang to add color clothes for it, waiting for the people who read poems by Fuqin in the moonlight. Leisurely, heart-to-heart, heart-to-heart painting, pillow a flower to bloom, wash a period of old forget, leave white in the dust, warm hand-to-hand color, fold into words, go through between words, for this spring agreement, the prosperous colored glaze is embroidered, the beauty is peach blossom, and it is scorching. This kind of love in the spring of the garden, with the fragrance of bee flying flowers, makes the spring color of Butterfly Dance light into my heart, feel comfortable, arrive gently and quietly, and enter the painting with love. Dip in a piece of water of passion, gather the warmth of being full of each other, write it into the wilderness of the waterfront, write it into the horizon where flowers are full of love, and the branches are full of warmth and warmth. In the lush spring, we welcome the Green lingering in Ivy, smile back, wait for each other leisurely, and look forward to the weak water with a slight mind. Chen Zang’s only glimpse of you for a long time, step into the bright spring, step into the bright flower brocade, hide into the picture scroll of the meeting, and enter the painting leisurely and wholeheartedly. Would you like to have a leisurely and heart-to-heart painting? With the agreed River, support the lovely Zhoushan, lay a crystal clear and pure encounter, spring flowers, blowing the other shore, spring wind and rain, and green old things, old place! Wenluo Mei snow dance QQ1697814860

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