Author: Zhang Xueyong
Looking back at June, the days are like a shuttle. This month, I blended with my childlike heart and returned to my youth. This month, the dragon boat is mighty, dreaming back to Miluo. A cup of tea, the years are dyed with the fragrance of flowers, the morning and dusk are unharmed, and the time is not alarmed.
days, in the past and the past, walking charmingly, poems, climbing on a side of rice paper, pen and ink to steal incense. No matter how ordinary it is, the wind and rain knock on the window. The scenery under the flower paper umbrella stands as a poem and a distance.
In your heart, the scenery is poetic, whether you wait or not, there is always a page of time, revealing the fragrance of your lips.
A page of time and flowers are pouring into the city, and ten miles of water flows to step on the pine wind.
Looking back at June, I love deeply. Dressed in a white shirt to welcome the sun and the moon, full of anticipation of July lotus. The days are like poetry and wind and rain, and the clouds are deep and I don't know who they are. The wind knocks on the window, the chicken coop cries, and the smoke rises in the white clouds.
This month, the time is amazing, and the morning and dusk are unharmed. This month, the wind falls on the painting, blowing and floating. Two or two lovesickness and three two winds, thinking of the lonely shadow in the heart lake. This month, time is looking forward to it, and people are missing.
People, before they have time to be young, are already old. The flowers, before they have time to bloom, are already grateful. The days, before they have time to reminisce, have been exhausted.
May you have a happy time and a good morning and dusk. Every day is a spring flower, and every line of poetry is a summer lotus and autumn moon. Like and beautiful, coexist; Melancholy and sadness, forgetfulness.
Waiting for you in July, let's go to see the gorgeous summer flowers together, read you in July, and arrive at the beauty in a line of poetry. Time boils rain, ordinary years, I sit in the rippling streamer and wait for you to meet again.
Looking back on the years, the time is quiet. The beauty of June is to grow to the fullest. May we rejoice together in July.