End of the World Jingchu, to be free flowers

The sun warm, quiet days is good, you do not come, I Zenken old?——Inscription It is said to be a gentle woman, it is not vanity rivalry, not flattering Jiao Shi, non-profit pretentious, just to live a simple life of contentment。When idle, and looked upon the courtyard blossom, hope heaven Yunjuanyunshu, listening Cantabile years, gently across the fingertips, like a breeze was blowing as。End of the World Jingchu, willing and able similar Weng Tao, live Xianjing rural life, enjoy leisurely to see the mountain of joy。Not too much trouble, tie him down, no extra worries about his thoughts, less hypocritical flattery, not the secular ethos of muddy dirt, crying when they cry, to laugh, when to laugh change, natural live like, that life will carry on without regret!    Flowery Meijuan, Homecoming。The best time on the point of life, pray for accidental encounter, when the eyes converge, I destined to each other, hold hands, accompanied by Love, presumably common desire of many affectionate woman。Jingchu in life, leisure pool to be heart flowers, fragrant full, and the king of marriage, were to wander!    Long years, to come into your world, accompany you through each of the next spring and autumn, two people, a pen, a thick notepad, and then you come to a long life journey, the interpretation of a section belong to our memory, this life memorable!    The beginning of spring, to accompany you to enjoy the scenery of the north Mao pen, that ice, A thousand Piao white world。Field of view through a window and enjoy the season Plum branch and enchanting, snow during the day with your visitors, laid-back fishing on the trees and, with the night with you warm fireplace and listen to the snow sticks pressure, the ice thawed broken sound, poetry Pengcha see lingering smoke inside the house, lost dream。    “Shi Jing Han Shan on the far, there are people at the Bai Yunsheng。Parking Fenglin love to sit late, Leaves red flowers in February。”In the long grass birds are flying in February, and read of poetry Du Mu, following the mood of his characters, and you line mountain hiking, play put the kite, watching one thousand weeping willows Wanlv brush embankment, wind flying, smoke intoxication spring。    Fireworks in March, a few warm earth, colorful flowers are blooming, such that small and innocent childhood picture of a familiar face, both happy and carefree day。Today mature, no trace of the fleeting outline have been eroded so clear, the more sensible it grew more lonely。    If one day, and you can encounter in the southern town of Qingshuihe, support a raft of bamboo listen to the sound of running water, slowly flowing; in moist, watching passers bridge。I hope you a very heartfelt way, Fishermen each answer, and forget what this music very?Gently the boat, so hold your hand, marching wet brick, piece deep into the deep guxiang find paradise in mind, then you and I play chess in the leisure hall。    Natsuki shade in the afternoon in leisure, paternity Jun boating Nowata, lotus pond; heavy smoke screen, with Qiu Lan Xinyu, will reward you Qulang fish, waiting to see a full water, suddenly saw Xiao Lu corner, dragonfly on the stand; busy knocking pieces lamp at night, the smell of rice flower fragrance bursts, listening to frogs lingering。    Pear courtyard Rongrong months, catkins pond light wind。Ying Tong shade under a single thin shadow, eyes deep as the autumn pool, she was looking up at the sky, Hui Qi Qiao one pair of hands to Weaver, playing King embroidery, poetry Surusumi。Wenge Taixie in the lead pot Gong to having a few, I lupine jiggle for you, a fleeting dance, collard lightly; you are a Sauvignon Blanc for me, feelingly, only willing 天涯共此时!    Conventions in this life——Grassland gallop, bamboo flute, the Yellow River water, Lying on Shoin stone; Tingquan ring empty mountains, good forest birds; see straight desert smoke, Jiang Tao beat waves, falling clouds and lonely duck flying, relaxed and a total length Tianyi color……, Death deed wide, and the child into that; your hand, and grow old。    Life around you willing to be a woman to write a book, your life rich and colorful woven text, write down quarter after quarter, a landscape is a beautiful poem, which we refused to record the story of the missing。In these you always have to remember, I'll split it a toothless smile, then gently hold your trembling hands and said:“His wife, does not remember that winter……”    End of the World Jingchu, to be free flowers, and the king meet……