A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

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In the long life, there is always one thing to understand, and there is always one thing to meet, and there is always a thousand mountains. A cup of f


A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

A cut of idle clouds A stream and a moon, a journey of landscapes and a year...

In a long life, there is always one thing to understand, and it will turn back and forth;

There will always be one encounter, thousands of waters and mountains.

The faint fragrance, warm thoughts, like a beautiful first sight.

Boil a pot of Acacia, Researched into ink and wash; apart from the red dust, do not cross Xuxian.

Advise you not to lean on the side of the bridge. Nong is timid, afraid of seeing people's faces, and only likes to see people.

A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

Take time as a pen, passing years as a note; sway the tenderness between the brows of the years.

Meeting in the acquaintance and cherishment, getting closer and closer; knowing that in the beauty, the heart is clear. The encounter between people is destined.

Meet,Knowing each other, loving each other; time, distance, age are not a problem. As long as the hearts are together, there will always be Bodhi blossoms. There is love in the heart, and the years are good; cherish each other, and be warm forever.

A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

Look back in a deep feeling, plant a red bean in the heart; when the stars and the moon are obsessed with tenderness , Xiaofeng swayed over the Lanzhou, and the feeling of longing was like a flower slowly unfolding; in a trance, I saw you walking from the flower room as before.

A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

The deep and shallow margins cannot be measured; beautiful, the flowers bloom into brocade, treasure the bottom of my heart. It is impossible to meet again in the next life, but you can only cherish it in this life.

If loneliness is a cup of tea,

Loneliness is a cup of strong wine;

The plain pen depicts the attachment to the rainbow,

The green ink outlines the thoughts Clouds.

A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

Yeyu knocks on the west window, and the sound of rain is like a note beating on the heartstrings. A cup of fragrant coffee, a bottle of bright red original brew, a yellowed old photo, listening to a melodious song, unknowingly has melted in the true and soft feelings.

The hustle and bustle outside the window has ceased. With this pure music, the body gradually relaxes, and the heart gradually calms down. The moment the notes fall into the heart, it is warm and pure, just like your company.

A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year

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