Flower Dance

In March, in the cold days, I came here. In a light rain, the world is clear and the past is washed away. A touch of delicate smile, with the charm of writing fleeting time. The full flower buds are full of bright flowers, the peach blossom flowers are charming, the pieces are smiling in the spring, the Magnolia is as bright as clouds, white as jade, the cherry blossoms are dancing all over the sky, and the pink is enchanting. In this way, clouds, clusters of flowers, joyful flowers, blossoming towards the warm sun, petals toward the bright, in the breeze, bustling colored glaze, with the most beautiful posture, a flower bloom and fall, four seasons cycle. The whole life of flowers is the short spring scenery. Half a lifetime of flowers bloom, half a lifetime of flowers fall, there is always a tender in your heart and mine. Just like the grand scenery of the window, it depicts the country and mountains with subtle scenery, brings a touch of spring rhyme, fondles the spring flowers and makes them quiet. In the clear and shallow fleeting time, listen to the time passing by and read the past picturesque. We all loved gently in this world, just like the fragrance of flowers in spring, which rendered the years and warmed the time arbitrarily. Only when you are in the fragrance of flowers in March and feel the sea of flowers like clouds can you realize that the light of life is as light as flying flowers; Only when you understand that the light of years is as light as red clouds; Only when you understand, only after experiencing the cold of winter and the training of years can the flower buds be bred and opened freely. There are always some encounters, which are unexpected encounters, and there are always some departures, which are doomed to be silent and leave silently. In this beautiful spring, you must always have the mood of enjoying flowers and smiling. Just like spring flowers, you don’t want to be beautiful and beautiful, but you just want to be gentle as Jade. In the noisy and complicated world, you will show your prosperity to the extreme! Looking back, the beautiful past was like a colorful flower season. With the beauty of one season, I changed back to the memory of a lifetime, moistening the years, warming the time, for the past, I write fragrance, which will bloom the flowers of a season and fade the flowers of parting. In silence, low eyebrows, falling petals rain makes my mind like water, light like tea, quiet like Green Lotus. In the floating dust, listen quietly to the dust settled, calm down in the heart. In the clear sound of birds, I feel spring. Shake off the dust of the years and listen to the blooming flowers with a grateful heart. I have a tranquil heart that is light and dependent on each other. In the slight warmth of March, I let my thoughts fly. Let heart fly! Fly among the colorful flowers of time. Life is a scene of understanding and writing ordinary days into poetic scenery. In the most beautiful scenery, you once passed by my city, and I carved my memory into permanent words to depict the romance of fireworks and the emerald green of smoke. As time goes by, whether the beautiful butterfly is still waiting for the flowering period of March and dancing in a beautiful season. In the world of mortals, a period of gathering and scattering is used to interpret the sorrow and happiness of butterfly love flowers. Colorful butterflies depend on each other, flowers are like brocade, and the spring color is delicate, but forget that the spring color is short, the flowering period is painful, and the fate is gathering and scattering. Turning around, it was my whole life, near the end of the world, and I was speechless. Love flowers with your hands, the nose is full of fragrance, just like seeing the smile of flowers, the sky is green and charming, a flower is a world, I miss you in the world of flowers. Loneliness renders the sky, and colors make up loneliness. Loneliness can also be in full bloom, accompanied by the warm sun in the afternoon, numerous and colorful. Sadness of separation always hangs on the branch at the most casual time, swaying gently in the lazy morning of spring, causing the morning bird’s clear sound: Twittering, twittering, breaking into dreams, falling into brows, carve the parting into the deepest wrinkle between the eyebrows and spread it to the bottom of my heart. Time flies in the air like flowers, one by one, dancing all over the sky, ethereal like last night’s Deep Dream. The flowering period is like a dream, leaving only the fragrance of memory, which is still lingering at the fingertips. I am full of flowers, but I miss the dream of the world of mortals. The flowers are just right, the spring breeze is strong, and my mind is full of branches and forks. Who knows the flower language? I just smeared the color and fragrance for my missing in the season of flying flowers like dreams. I didn’t complain about the gorgeous and faint fragrance. In the rain of peach blossom, I poured myself a cup. You were free! Please give me a dream with colorful Flying Flowers. I am intoxicated and unwilling to wake up! In March, Willow smoke dyed yellow, and my thoughts trembled on the tip of willow leaves. A wisp of tea smoke lingered around my eyes, spreading the bitter taste carefully. Fine rain, like floating smoke, cut the goose yellow road to leave. The flowers are not near, the fragrance is far away, and the flower shadow gently shakes the curtain. How love no PIK Wan days, more love flower dance with men. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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