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2018年04月17日
来源:mikii123的艺术空间

April has a refreshing nature, and April has an intoxicating aroma.


April is full of spring, and in April there is a feeling of purple yan.


April has a leisurely yaxing, in April there is zen tea in the spirit.


April has a sweet sentiment, April has the most beautiful love.


April is a gentle woman, full of grace and baldness, warm words like a study of the spring breeze.


April is an elegant and modest gentleman, gentle and elegant in the sky, a little muzzle rain, only go to the lofty and cang waves.


April is a volume of books with incense, and the poem is in the bottom of my heart, the beautiful words in the lingbo pool.


April is a beautiful sound, that season of low Yin, in the wide world long lingering.


In April, walking on the unattended mountain path, the early morning breeze passing, suddenly refreshed. To see the people and mountains as friends of the mind, to feel the mountains, the wind is fresh, may the April breeze to the world of sadness and hardship.


In April, walking on the trail of the river, microwave ripples down the poetry of tang poetry, carefree, don't ask, don't vicissitudes of life, don't ask, don't crying, history a roll, enough to see the entire world morning and faint, cold and warm, and revenge, love and hate, to April curved river take away sadness in the world.


In April, leaning on the window of the bed, where the eye is raised, the sky is blue and the rain is misty. At this moment, a light tea, a tune, enough to waste a day of time, may the rain of April drenched the world sad road, no longer stray.


There is no need to lament for a brief spring, no need to be disconsolate the cold and warm in the world, just take hold of the present, a volume of idle books, a day of qingxin, just as the green nanshan after the rain.


People to middle age, like the world in April, not cold, not impatient, not anxious, not to be sad, far from the boundless sky, near the flowers and poems, the soul sends out fragrance.


Open the xuan window, let the warm sunshine and the breeze face, with it. In April, the sky was set with white clouds, and the rules of the branches of the old acacia were delighted.


Although the spring is easy to die, but the memory of time in the heart is eternal. When April breeze blows over the heart of the sea, it has a vast and boundless mind, it has the same confidence and elegance. When the falling flowers and the years, the ancient unchanged is the inner peace and calm.


Flowers bloom and fall, sometimes, the clouds are like lotus. The heart is in the peach blossom source, where is not the color cloud, has the poem and the far-off artistic conception, has the heart deep insight, the joyful song all the way, all the way birds and flowers, step flower and walk, not beautiful!


Don't ask about the world, but love tea and read, not to be washed by the common things, while the spring is just right, while the breeze is not dry, while the heart and dream, while the years are still long, cherish the past, cherish each other's own...


When life is a little tired, when life is troubled, when life is difficult, please learn to find, find what can make you happy, even if it is a second happiness, the corners of the mouth rise. Just as you look for a hint of green in the desolation of early spring, it can make you leap and laugh with joy.


Life is a one-way street to walk, every day, the same joy is such, the same gloom, too, we why hard on yourself, and get your own mood. Is not on, events don't look back, the rest of the year in each ordinary days, cool heart, cherish every beautiful scenery on the way, cherish every meet belong to you, to cherish and gratitude that belongs to you all.


In the spring of flowers and blossoms, the song of joy, and the steps of flowers.

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