March through the willow, the hands of the beloved people slowly walk, even a small stone, is so lovely, a look, already met with thousands of warm.
Remember someone said, live, love. Even if this love is as small as a straw, it doesn't have to be warm, it can't save water and fire, but in the hand, it is a thought. I think this thought besides love, also must be related to warmth, have connection, also must be contain the element of sunshine.
The wind dispersed through the mist, and the sun began to cloud. When the first warm light of the early spring comes, the spring will rush out of the head, clusters of clusters, a chain, unguarded, the heart to the world; The hazy sun has just climbed over the waist of the willow, and the peeping green starts the dream of the first life, and initiates a new journey.
Trees, like people, start with a lot of wind.
The world is a simple, sunny day, is a good time. As long as the heart is warm, the feelings also warm, warm feelings, life will smile more than. What does it matter if there are two storms? Also can only be the pear flower to wash more Snow White, timid, thus let a person's heart to have a few painful, heaven and earth, more vivid.
The ruler is heavily encumbered. Warm sometimes, can be a letter, write in the spring breeze letter. With the beloved person separated from the water, separated from the season, also can see the yi people laugh, the yi people cry, all the thoughts, all in the heart warm, the words reflected, in the time hidden. If catch a silk rain, more a spring rain of love long.
Green river grass, long thought. Think of this full of thoughtful words, easy to travel through the mountains and rivers.
Small rain and delicate wind, thousands of willow green smoke. Spring scenery madly, green water wave, the mountains and the next, crowded with grass and grass, trees and trees make the little girl through the deep feeling of looking at the window, a few bird from the leaf base, and is encased in a warm glove, do not say, is much better than given...
Walking time, a thousand words lingering in the heart, a taste of life.
Those who are already in the past every minute, perhaps let us miss, who missed the dribs and drabs, may also we regret, when the spring sun, smiling through the jungle, and who, willing to refuse this spread warmth?
Smile, and warm, the spring breeze.