Midsummer is thick, wandering in the gorgeous summer flowers, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, the breeze into the arms, the dark fragrance floating in the dream, the bottom of the heart can not help but ripple. picked up a fallen flower, and quietly planted an acre of affection in my heart. A season of summer, a nostalgic thing, suddenly heard that the flowers bloomed, so hurriedly went to the meeting to enjoy the flowers, the fragrance of flowers hit people drunk with the shade of flowers, do not know the way back, and are not afraid of time to come and go.
I always think about it, alone, to see a flower event, and set up a banquet at sunset. Alone, go to listen to a summer rain, the wind knocks on the window lattice. A thought of smoke and rain, a thought of green mountains and greenery, after dusk, dyed with a floral fragrance. Pick up a falling flower, sway a wisp of fragrance, blow down a floating cloud, at this moment, everything is quiet, waiting for the breeze to come, waiting for a romantic fragrance of flowers.
In July, the wind is clear and the moon is clear, the flowers are drunk in the moon, the moon is intoxicating, and there is a touch of shallow joy and tenderness. The wind blows the flowers and moves, and the time passes in a hurry. The moon is full, make a cup of tea, amaze the time, gentle the years, warm the heart, wash a summer irritability, warm the red dust of the years, read a touch of shallow joy and deep love, Xu life is cool and peaceful.
Summer flowers meet beauty, and the wind sends green and thick. A poem, chanting a wind, drunk for a month, shallow joy on the eyebrows; When the wind moves, the falling flowers are cool, and the hairpins of time smile. A thought of the breeze, a thought of lovesickness, a season of summer, a joy, a lingering, you are fine, I am fine.
The wind moves the curtain, the rain knocks on the window, a wall of flowers and shadows fluttering, take a look, read a line, a thought of the summer breeze is cool, a thought of the flowers are easy to fall, a handful of green, pave a piece of paper, summer flowers for the pen, draw your appearance, peach blossom face. The most beautiful poems, every thought, a line of spring green, a line of flowers and plants, a line of red remnants, a line of snuggling, sitting at dusk, wind and rain destroy a hundred flowers, remnants of flowers fall lonely.
Recite a Tang poem, on the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach. Read a sentence of Song Ci, bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses, a cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng, sentences are acacia, the breeze passes, sneaks into the smoke and rain, warm and silent. The wind is light and the clouds are light, looking at the distant mountains with a touch of green, Yingyi is full of wind and fragrance, and it is romantic in summer.
Perhaps, the beauty stays in this season, and the years settle in this season, and it becomes a poem, wetting the rhyme; Completed into a plain paper, bound into a book; Fall on the shoulders of snugglers and fall into the eyebrows of Acacia. The seventh day in the world is a beautiful year. Looking at the person you like, the flowers are not as good as you.
In the summer season, the heart is a thought, the wind is just right, the flowers are always blooming, the moon is full, and the people grow well. I hope that on the road of life, all encounters are beautiful, and all flowers are surprises.