The years two words, some lingering, some quiet good, filled with all my sorrow and joy, those who touch the fragrance, often reminds me of the original that will be moved easily by their own. ---Preface every day, I am happy to meet, meet a better self, meet the better you. My heart is a city, hidden leaves, a cluster of flowers, and those from the years of drip. Swiftness smile, refers to the warmth of the road, are naturally open flowers, is rooted in the heart of the verdant.
With a lotus-like heart, painting the first move, met the moment, I saw the years of mercy. Through the path, not all smiles can exchange for respect and hugs, those belong to me, whether it is happy or sad memories, I cherish, do not want to forget. Time is a beautiful flower, such as can be happy and settled in the heart, even if the heart of the flowers, the eyes still have a smile, is the years give me the most beautiful makeup.
Always believe that the years are memories, will record the love of this way long, such as the flowers of the encounter, your bright eyes, decorate my pure memory. Always feel that love will have reincarnation, long road untidy, will eventually meet, arrived. If you can meet again at the next intersection, can I still remember with a smile?
Some memories, no need to hide, there is no increase. Is there a moment when suddenly a song or a piece of text touches the soul and makes your heart instantly soft? Is there a moment when you stand on the corner of the street and see the crowd heels the shoulder and feel lonely inside? Perhaps, everyone has a story in mind, every parting, is separated by a once, lights dim place, read and not read, have been affectionate.
Write a tie down Qing word broken chapter, Yanxin Open season, also is not old, beginner's mind not forget. I used to write a dream of youth! Like the window of the white moonlight, lingering with no regrets, only gently looking back, you can catch a glimpse of the beautiful.
A beginner's mind, slow cooking years