At the end of the scorching summer, the night called for a cool breeze. After a day of roasting, the lotus leaf, which was curled up, relaxed its worries. The lotus flowers, which had been exposed to the sun and the clouds during the day, also had the tenderness of the night under the moonlight. She was fresh and beautiful, revealing her arrogant coldness. The beautiful figure and the graceful posture that rejected the dust seemed to be telling the helplessness of the world, as well as the disdainful dispute. It was as if he was describing that proud and pure heart, only willing to give a touch of its own body, the lotus root, for the purity of the lotus root. It did not fall into the mortal world and had a pure nature. To leave behind the same pure and beautiful face for her own heart.
Time slowly lengthened the shadow of time. Time was also writing new hesitations for the years. But no matter what, it was difficult to retain Rong Yan. Good times don't always exist, good flowers don't always bloom, always encouraging the fleeting years, always letting the years describe endless sadness.
In the early morning, the grass on the slope was also stained with the light of the dew. The budding chrysanthemums also felt the desolation of the morning dew. The weeping cicadas on the weeping willows were also experiencing the bitterness of their twilight years because of the heavy dew and the difficulty of flying. Even its cry was filled with some age and sorrow. Time was proving time, and time was carving the vicissitudes of time on the face of the lotus flower. He Hua had no choice but to hide her aloofness. Along that stalk that was unwilling to bend, it gradually condensed into his heart. In the muddy mud, he hid his pure heart deeply. Waiting for the spring of next year. Waiting for the next year's summer to grow longer, waiting for the next year to recount that beautiful legend, the common yearning of Lotus and Heart.
The evening glow held the setting sun, the light rain sang the melancholy of the falling flowers, and the season was tired of the unchanging scenery. The fragrance of different flower buds was always reincarnated, and new tenderness and sincerity were replaced by time.
The lotus leaf is the green hand of the lotus root, the lotus is the clear and strange eyes of the lotus root, and the lotus is the pure showcase of the lotus root's soul. The lotus displayed the elegant demeanor of the lotus root. The lotus condensed the lotus root's heart and blood into an essence full of deep feelings, revealing and releasing them.
The lotus root was the heart of the lotus. Lotus absorbed the warmth of the sunlight and transformed it into a hint of sweetness and a faint fragrance. He left a little fragrance for himself, and stored more fragrance and all the sweetness in his heart without complaint, ready to indulge in the pond next year.
The deep affection between the lotus and the lotus root condensed the momentary imagination. Lotus gathered the essence of the moonlight on a refreshing night, and refined the essence of the moonlight into a lonely and peerless cold arrogance. The lotus leaves swayed in the wind, although the moonlight was mottled. The lotus flower was refining the rare brilliance of the moon, refining the unique light of the moon. And the noble principles that disdained to be associated with filth were poured into Lotus 'heart.
Lotus, for Lotus's holy face. In the winter, he would lie in the ice and hide in the snow, silently tasting the cold alone. Spring, for that little lotus to show its sharp edge, selflessly releasing its own blood. In summer, for the beauty of the lotus flower, she threw her body into the muddy water, and transferred her heart's blood and the essence of life to the palm of the green lotus leaf, using the green of the sky to enjoy the magic and dream of summer. Let Lotus imagine the wonderful life and use her passion to fill the lake with fragrance. The muddy pond under the moon adorned the face of the season. In order to extend Lian's life indefinitely, she was also extending her body indefinitely. At the same time, in order to block the invasion of the turbid current for Lotus, he had ligated his body section by section and rearranged and installed his chest cavity one by one. They set up checkpoints layer by layer and defended each section. It was for the sake of the holiness of the lotus that he fought desperately against the filth. He didn't hesitate to bury his pure white body in the mud for many years and not be able to peep at the light of the sun and moon.
He twirled a finger and the fragrance of flowers pierced through his heart. Seize a period of time and attach it to his body. Holding the fleeting years, I extend my body. The passion of picking the sun and the essence of the moon made the elegant demeanour of Tang poetry charming, and the grace and hope of Song Ci entangled. Everything was accompanied by the moment the lotus rose from the water, allowing Lian to show off her warmth and enjoy the glory of the world. While he said 'know or not, know or not, should be green fat red thin' at the same time, he also avoided the attention of the world.
She endured all the criticism and slander in the world. His heart was riddled with holes, and his body was filled with grief. The sadness that could hardly see the sun and moon turned into traces of sweetness, hidden in the pitiful, thin body of flesh and blood that remained. As long as someone was willing to favor it, the refreshing sweetness and intoxicating mellow fragrance would always be refreshing and leave a lingering fragrance in the mouth. Giving someone a rose, the hand still had a lingering fragrance. Although it was an unexpected encounter, it was always intentional. As for Ou, whether it was intentional or not, she was being blamed and slandered. What was dedicated was freshness, what was displayed was holiness, what was gorgeous was beauty, and what was arrogant was character. However, all of this seemed to be Lian's honor and had nothing to do with Lotus Root. Being silent was the deep nature of lotus roots. To stand aloof from worldly affairs is to be broad-minded. It was Lotus 'principle not to haggle over trifles. Not to argue with the hustle and bustle is the hearty heart of lotus root that likes tranquility.
He used a hole in his heart to accept criticism and not let Lotus feel depressed. He used a hole in his heart to accommodate the blame and not let Lotus feel confused. With a hole in his heart to accommodate slander, he did not let Lotus feel lost. He used a hole in his heart to accommodate the rumors and not let Lotus feel guilty. He used a hole in his heart to contain the hurt and not let Lotus feel the pain in her heart…He resisted all disasters and misfortunes with his hot-blooded heart, so that Lotus would always have a pair of clear and bright eyes, a pure and beautiful face, and a fresh and beautiful face.
Cut off a part of the body to describe the sadness of time. Cut off a part of the body to record the rush of the season. Cut off a body to describe the lament of time. Cut off a part of the body, telling the vicissitudes of time. Cut off a part of the body and carve the regret of the fleeting years. Using his own flesh and blood, he wrote the legend of the lotus, the legend of the mud and all the praises of the world, as well as the fresh and strange fragrance that lingered for a long time.
The lotus was the eyes and face of the lotus root, and the lotus root was the heart and home of the lotus. With eyes, Lotus never revealed her loneliness. With a face, Ou never felt unfortunate or sad for her dark days. In order to repay Ou's kindness, Lian was always working hard to flourish and bloom. She was always showing off and publicizing her beautiful heart to the world. That fresh, arrogant, beautiful, and refined face. She was always showing off her pure and proud nature. What he displayed was his own style, and what he recast was the glory of the lotus root.
Willing to be lonely, I can always hear the sound of books. Happy to be poor, there will always be people who appreciate the refreshing pride. Cleansing one's own nature would always lead to approving gazes. Purely with her own character, she could always hold hands for a beautiful time. One could always smell the fragrance of time. Unconstrained and unrestrained, Ren Xiaoyao's optimism was qualified to write the final stroke for Fleeting Years. He wanted Ruge's life to be forever brilliant and never lose its radiance.
To wash away the lead and hide it for a while. To live up to Shaohua, to be a season of blooming. With a lifetime of passion to leave an eternal name, with pure intentions to leave an intoxicating fragrance. Let everything live up to time, let the years no longer have regrets, let the seasons no longer have confusion. The fragrance of the poem twirled in the sleeve, making the fleeting years dance the long sleeves for the appearance, making the appearance write an endless chapter for the fleeting years. Pulling up the green of the ground, the lotus leaf's hand leisurely grasped the loss of the season, rendering the pond's spirit, but also soothing the sadness of the lotus root's soul.
Lan Lin, who had just celebrated her birthday, was just as she had said at the birthday banquet. Perhaps she had too many emotions, or perhaps it was human nature. This was because people might be ecstatic when they first achieved success because success proved that their hard work had paid off. However, if one stayed in a state of success or success for a long time, one would also feel tired or an invisible pressure. If a person felt the existence of pressure, they would seek relief. There were different ways to seek release. Some people liked to gamble, some people liked to get drunk, some people liked to recite poems, and some people liked to sing to their hearts 'content. Lan Lin, on the other hand, liked to be alone quietly. She liked to write down her feelings and likes to sing in karaoke. Today, Lan Lin wrote this in her National Space: "Some people say that marriage is a promise from a previous life. In fact, I don't want a promise from a previous life. I just want to hold hands in this life. Some people say that marriage is the cultivation of five hundred years in the previous life. If life really has five hundred years, I only want to be with my dog forever and not expect too much. If I could invite the moonlight, I would be willing to become a gorgeous halo and forever surround the dog. If I could have Qingfeng's gentleness, I would be willing to plant this gentleness in my dog's heart. If I can pick up the moisture of the drizzle, I am willing to attach this moisture to the dog's chest forever. Listening to my dog's heartbeat made me feel calm for a long time. If I could pick up the fragrance of fresh flowers, I would be willing to attach this fragrance to the dog's nose forever. As long as the dog slightly lowered its head, it would be able to kiss the petals of my heart. If a dog was water, I would be willing to be the fish in the water forever. Because, in the water, there is my life's persistence and faith. If the dog was a mountain, I would be willing to be a stream at the foot of the mountain, to be able to dedicate my joy to my dog forever. Marriage was not a promise from a previous life, but a tie in this life. Marriage was not a promise made five hundred years ago, but a mutual understanding and concern in this life. If there really is a past life, I believe that the marriage in this life is to continue the agreement of the past life. Although the sun and moon could not shine together, mountains and rivers were always together. I don't want to be the moon, and I don't want my dog to be the sun. I would like my dog to be like a mountain. When I feel tired, I can lean my head on the dog's chest and listen to the familiar heartbeat rhythm. I wish that I would always be water, because the gentleness of water can surround the mountains, and only then can we love each other forever. Yesterday was my birthday. Today, I want to express my gratitude to my dog with a song. The name of the song is
Hand in Hand
Because I love your love
Because dreaming your dreams
So I grieve over your sorrow
Happiness, your happiness
Because I passed by your road
Because I suffered more than you
So be happy, your happiness
Chasing after your pursuit
Because I dare not listen to the oath
Because I dare not believe in promises
Wu Tong proudly said to the moonlight,"I can attract the phoenix not because I am a playboy, but because the phoenix envies our relationship." The phoenix only likes to build her nest on my body, but it's not because she has feelings for me. It was the phoenix who was admiring the magnificence of my body, admiring your light.“
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