Author | Ink Qin
The day of April, the tranquility of a plain silk, the lake sparkling, the willow branches gently swaying with the wind, like a string of beaded curtains flashing endless light in the sun, weaving a curtain of my dreams, one side is you, the other side is me, every bud, there is a story, brewing...
There are good memories, there are our whispers, there are small visions of the future, there are little secrets that we do not know, all tell the beauty of the encounter, and think of you silently.
Reclining, the sun sprinkled all over the bay window, stretching out the palm of his hand, allowing wisps of light to pour out between his fingers, and infinite ripples in his heart. This light is like your brilliant eyes, warm, smiling at me, melting the cold in my heart.
At that moment, I felt that time had stood still, and the small likes and surprises that rippled in my heart softened the spring color under my eyes, looking at the distance, there were a thousand words in my heart, and I didn't know where to start.
Spring in Jiangnan, with a peach blossom makeup to open the curtain, while the pink girl is still swaying in the spring branches, a touch of pear white will step on the lotus step pink ink debut, this white, pink flowers, scattered with sweet smiles, the spring makeup into my favorite color, at this moment the spring has gone deeper and deeper.
Stepping into the lintel of April, the floral fragrance of the rose has long been brewed in the green fence, all say that the rose flower language is romantic love, the red is enthusiastic, the white is pure and flawless, the pink is wrapped in sweet fragrance, I really want to enjoy all these colors with you, that is not our love, it will also blossom undefeated, and the earth will last for a long time.
A warm breeze blew through, blew up the sleeping acacia, the memories were lightly hidden, this heart that had hibernated for so long, I really wanted to stretch my waist, take advantage of the wind and the sun, take advantage of the sunshine, take advantage of my heart is still young, take advantage of our love is not old, let's continue to write our spring, okay?
Author | Mo Qin, the woman who fell to the northeast of the ink, qin full of Jiangnan love silk, invited a green lotus as a companion, splashed ink a little, condensed incense poetry rhyme...
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