The cool breeze caresses the white clouds, and the fallen leaves know their autumn return. In countless dreams, how many flowers fall. Engraves sentimentally attached, cuts through the sunlight one place melancholy. Fingertips stay, piecing together memories of stars in the wind. Waiting for the time to jump for ten thousand years, the quiet past in the rain is telling in my ear. Lying quietly in the green grass, counting the stars and dreams brought by fireflies. At night we played songs. In the leisurely years, we were all passers-by, but no matter how we met, it was fate. In the moonlight, the back of our figure was shining. We were carrying guitars and singing our own songs. Snow and wind return at night, cold plum comes with fragrance. Boiling snow, playing piano, there are frozen years in the severe winter, and there is a touch of lingering warmth and warmth in the sun. In the tea, there is a long-standing yellow warmth. Mottled and broken shadows, silent, quiet and light. Cool breeze and bright moon, soft spring and warm winter, light fragrance. Blue bricks and white tiles, the sunset halo red the ancient alley. Come on, lilac knot brings purple dream words. Moss is green on the streets and over the mountains. Snowflakes drifted across the wind and frost, and the plum blossom season was fragrant. Have you ever thought about it? A few kingfishers, with a touch of color, will do. Moonlight is flawless, night has Si, passing pale. Through flowing water, Huai bamboo reflected a clear shadow, leaving a tea lamp, white and clean. It was raining on the wind, and the people who spent their whole lives were the world. Holding the flavor of life, the taste is sweet, sour, bitter and hot. Tea tasting, wine tasting, more taste of life. If one's life is warm and sunny and the moon is with him, can one listen to the wind and play the piano with you? The tip of the pen stayed under a little soft light, and the silk was dizzy and dyed gold. Like a painting with vague memory, it is gentle but ruthless. Escape, forget ... Holding volumes and reciting poems, clouds rolling and clouds flowing, leisurely, serene. Spring is gone, summer is over, autumn is over, winter is over, the years are quiet and the dust is waiting. An all-consuming love, dense and incomprehensible traces in the air, communicate with kingfishers in the upper forest. Feel the nature, communicate and resonate with the heart and soul. A mirror in one's heart is also the world. The whale swallows the sea, leaving tears for the blue whale, while the deer is seen in the forest depth and the whale is seen in the sea blue. Quiet in peace, warm in the sea of flowers, people walk tea cool ... Look, everything is simple. No distractions, no thoughts, put it down. Desalination of life, with Jane as good, taste too much, until later found that he forgot the original taste. Therefore, the taste that has been brewed by time has been found out continuously until now. At that time ... the original is simple and best.