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Wind and sand, blowing the old years, the appearance is late, the age is late, the youth is gone, there is always some fragrance falling on the back of the time, quietly dark long, full of green vines. Inscription life is a journey without scripts. There are many unknowns ahead, which are hard to predict, Miss, correct, and repeat over and over again. Opening the thick and folded pages of the past book records the unforgettable memories of the past, there may be a lot of astringent smell mixed with it. The process of growing up is accompanied by pain. Fragments of fragments linger in the time, sometimes pear flowers are raining, sometimes enchanting and charming, sometimes wisps, deep and long, like wisps of green vines, but faint fragrance. Once dropping point, holding a plain pen to leave small lines, leaving a mood, deep or shallow, thick or light, are the footprints of time; If you can be in the thread, witness the trace of time, in the wisps of vines, dark fragrance is full of sleeves, fragrant fragrance is also a kind of harvest; Spring has the fragrance of spring and charming, winter has the conciseness and thickness of winter, each has its own advantages, and each is beautiful, witness the growth under the fence of seasons; The past events of green vines, circling their fingers, make the wisps grow secretly! When ordinary steps step out of the poetic past, there is a strong insistence, holding up the blue sky, indomitable, humble and stretching towards the sunshine every day; When the past has gone, after finishing one by one, there are always some cracks revealing the remaining light and slight warmth; The edges and corners of the past gradually change into dark fragrance in the baptism of time again and again, just like the green vine with astringent taste; It has been stored for a long time, but the aftertaste is sweet and mellow. This faint dark fragrance moistens the memory like a butterfly, and I like it a little more. Then be an ordinary seed. The power of life is simply a piece of green leaves yearning for Sunshine. The past of green vines is colorful and brilliant; The past of the splendid years, just for the achievement of a promise, and finally turned into a piece of film falling red, which made the seed wish; The stage debut, who was the temporary protagonist, a flourishing scene, just a temporary theater, the gorgeous ending adds a lot of melancholy; This time the past is prosperous, and the tears are as beautiful as smoke and flowers. If you can keep your heart as before in the jumping time, how to transfer the time, it will also be fragrant around the fingers! Twist a ray of sunshine in the palm of your hand and see everything through your fingers, leaving a touch of warmth in your heart all the time. Whether it is shallow or deep, all kinds of troubles will eventually be washed away in the time flowing; I believe everything will pass, and the sun will shine after wind and rain; When winter comes, will spring be far away? Thinking of these, no matter how much time is wasted and how long the green vines spread, if you change your mind to see the problem, the rainy weather will also reveal the beauty of loneliness. The dark green vines, the Heart Garden of vines, it also has a unique aesthetic feeling, doesn’t it? In the changing seasons, I picked it up while walking, and harvested a lot. The past is like a string of shells. Each piece has a theme song with a beautiful melody. They are strung together and hung in the heart door, facing the sunrise everyday, the moist memories are moving towards the warmth one by one; Sometimes, facing the butterfly in front, the heart is rippling, the vines are growing, the flowers in love are blooming like brocade, and I also want to open freely and let the fragrant flower stamens, weaving a butterfly’s wedding dress, such a thought is just the feeling that green leaves fall in love with flowers. It is well known that the wisps of green vines are the budding branches of life in different chapters; They are the attachment to different landscapes by stopping at different harbors; Walking through thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, the feelings gathered in ordinary days are like vines. In the garden of time, there is a faint fragrance, a tranquil heart, and a sweet fragrance at the bottom of the eyebrows of the years, this scenery is so unique, how can a text explain thoroughly? That meditation care for it, do not let the wind and rain wet the flying wings, continue to let this green vine, around the fingers into incense. As time went by, summer ended in an elegant posture and passed by the horse; Autumn was approaching, and a trace of cool wind came into my arms. Summer was gone and autumn was approaching; The shadows of trees were swaying, sweeping away the past, I am only willing to throw away the flashy and noise, rely on the window of the season quietly, gently salvage the silhouette of the past, quietly splice, stick to the lintel of the years, gently put it, carefully treasure it; No longer wandering, no longer wandering without dependence, let it be safe and quiet! The past goes with the wind, as well as smoke and dream. If the mind is meditated, the past in the time will be placed in series one by one. In the meditation, the past of the green vine will be viewed calmly, and it will be like poetry and song, circling around! Wen Luomei snow dance qq167814860 like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring snow elimination Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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