Light of spring, love of heart

2022-06-17 0 By

Time, shallow.Day, simple.Season, come and go, life, round and round.Heart, in every ordinary sunrise and moon fall in shallow love.Poetry quietly sublimates in every warm touch.Far away, close to each spring again…Leaning on the time xuan window, light exhibition years of plain, light and shadow changes, the charming with beautiful youth, signed the past of the haze.In the theater of fate, spring is the hope of the end of life.The fate of the reincarnation, light, is the eternal oath.In the sound of spring, the piety and beauty without regret bloom…Along the heart sound of plum, follow the call of spring, light according to the wen wan of snow, ever thin in a mountain cold water, forget the confusion of winter.The charm of spring, in your poetic ripples picturesque, spring joy, in my painting sprays out.In the winter, snow leaves pure thoughts……Long memory, snow snow, cold branches bleak, I stand in winter lintel wistfully.At that moment, how I wish I could see the swan goose returning to the north by the bank of the clouds, bringing the news of spring, and see the old man returning with a kind smile.I know, spring will come, you will come, all good things will come…Time, slowly forward, waiting, deep feeling.Plum blossom, bloom in the cold, miss, spread in the moonlight.The burning bonfire, burning the eternal faith, red couplets, splash-ink New Year’s expectations, curl in the spring flags, elegant color dream, warm petals in the sun, leaving fragrant memory……New Year’s picture, so spring.As the saying goes: no winter will pass, no spring will come.The glacier that has been silent for a winter gradually melts, the mountains and rivers that have been kept for a season are quietly warm and moist, and the soul that has been dormant for a period slowly awakens.The hidden energy of all things is slowly released, and the light of heaven and earth is gently spread…Song of spring, song of light.Sow a seed in spring, harvest ten thousand mu of land in autumn.Green wall black tile, fireworks fleeting, yishanbangshui, immortal people.The spring breeze blows on my face, the spring sun is bright, the grass is green, the flowers are little, the streams are babbling, the white clouds are long, the clear sky is lang, the distant mountains are quiet, the cultivator enters, the yun man laughs…Light of spring, love of heart.A wisp of spring breeze blowing ten miles of bright pink, one night spring rain moist long waiting, a season of flowers comfort barren pale, a bright moon telling cotton far thoughts, a warm Yang collection of the warmth of the bones, a drop of ink fume years of sadness and joy, a cup of spring tea drink as fleeting wind and frost……Spring is gone, everything is ready, spring of life, eternal light.May you and I in the New Year: have a broad view of the future in a river spring, harvest green hope in a spring forest, sow sunshine in a wisp of spring breeze, embrace happy flowers in a enchanting tree……