【Writer Profile】
Maple Leaf, real name Fan Fengqin, is an employee of PetroChina Changqing Drilling Company, who loves travel and photography. I like words to button heartstrings, ink stained paper incense, and the happiness between the hearts of the text.
♥ Steal a Month and we meet ♥ again
With a hand of floral fragrance, fragrant clouds. Take a round of bright moon and illuminate the way forward. Words of love, swirling around the heart. Write a beautiful paragraph, ink fragrant jade finger. Steal a Month and Meet Again.
In May, the flowers bloom for half a summer, bustling like a brocade, and the shade is like the sea. Time, around the fingers. The charming footsteps of May are still hurried, and the shadow of time has not been nostalgic for the past years. But I am very reluctant to give me the feeling of comfort in early summer May, the wind is gentle and docile, the air is fresh and refreshing, the temperature is humid and just right, and the sun is delicate and warm.
May is about to go quietly, busy days can pass really fast, I really want to leave a little word for May, leave it with my busy footprints, leave me reminiscing about May's rush to leave.
May is like a handsome and lovely water spirit beautiful girl, red lips pink, colorful dress, willow leaf bent eyebrows, slender waist, feminine and moving, decorating an early summer May beautifully, painting in the painting, flowers in the flowers.
I love the flowers that bloom for thousands of years, and the fragrance floats for thousands of miles in may. In this intoxicating May story, She can't love this scene of red love and green, and she can't appreciate this emerald green.
Let me lyrically in this horse galloping, birds singing crisp, flowers red, heart to imagine the style of May. Always want to confess the murmur of love in the mouth of the heart, always want to keep your time flying like an arrow away. Flowers and birds in May of love.
May, it is the end of spring and the beginning of summer, neither the spring cold material in the spring, nor the hot and impetuous in the middle of summer, it is gentle but not sparse, warm and unrestrained, the sky is calm, the grass and trees are happy, everywhere is wafting with the smell of flowers, everyone wears colorful makeup to add color to the beautiful May. I love the pleasant May of the grass like a blanket and the sea of flowers flying.
The sorrow of separation will always touch my sentimental heartstrings, and the passage of time will always intertwine the past in my memory. In May, please listen to my call from the heart, I want to spend more time with you, enjoy the flowers and flowers, sit and watch the clouds, and stroll the sunset in the evening. Let me go with you to a distant place, take a trip to the landscape, enjoy the beauty of the season, find a comfortable home for the soul, and let the heart be quiet and comfortable in the arms of May.
Purple-pink sycamore flowers bloom in May, and the fragrance of white locust flowers drifts in May. Like the snow of willows, the festival of labor belongs to May. The scenery of the eyes, the shallow smile in the ears, and the thin footprints by the lake, all fell into the time and shade of the flowing years one by one, the tidbits were scattered, the spring dreams were stranded, the thoughts in the heart were always gentle and flirtatious, pink like the red of May, if the song was full of sleeves, stepping on the song and rejoicing, drunk in early summer, beautiful mountains and rivers, the earth flew and sang Hello May.
A thousand words are difficult to give up the beautiful days with May, May you accompany me to spend life, I accompany you to write time. In May of the next year, you and I will reunite, and in May of the full moon, we will reminisce again. At that time, I will definitely treasure the years that have passed with May in the depths of my memory, write them on lead paper, and leave them as a permanent ink fragrance, after all, I and May have loved deeply...