Talk about the fleeting youth.

Time is like water, years are like poetry, walking in a blooming time, swimming in a fresh text, browsing in a beautiful picture, wandering in a beautiful music, fragrant, poetic, blooming, blooming instantly. ......

(1) It's quiet and fragrant in Mo Yun.

Time is quiet, the years are like poetry, ink fragrance, warmth and sadness, watching the years, celebrating the New Year, and being slightly sad; Erase meditation, recite poetry with pen and ink, poetic and picturesque, walk through the songs, and walk in parallel, like a fragrant wind.

I like to meditate in my own world, keep indifferent feelings, like to browse a fresh text and wander in the forest of words; I also like to watch a painting quietly, listen to a light music quietly, revel in it and enjoy the connotation leisurely!

My eyebrows are low and I wander between the lines, and my pen and ink are fragrant and faint. With this fragrance, I gently crossed the stream, and the spring water seemed to be singing, soaring and strolling among the clouds, enjoying the prosperity of everything and smiling at all; I walked through the fragrant words, beautiful and wonderful, savoring the loneliness and beauty of the words, watching the red dust ferry, and letting the dreams in the depths of my soul cover the deep traces of the years.

When I am silent between words, my heart is happy when I was a child, sometimes sad, but also lonely, bright and cheerful; Or gentle agitation, morning mist dyed peach blossom rain, ying ying shy embellish flowers. Poetry is clear, life is singing, the heart springs water the stamens, a fragrance floats, the heart waves, and poetry is picturesque. Still, the pen and ink are affectionate and shallow, and painters can hardly describe Jun Qing, and his thoughts are flying and condensed, which is the most beautiful.

Some people say that people who like writing are lonely, lonely, sad and sad. There is a feeling that they are quiet and lonely, enjoying themselves alone, paying silently, regardless of gains and losses. I like words, like her roundness, like her elegance. I savored the words alone, and the moonlight was bright and faint. You must be looking for my light, with your eyes flashing, lonely and elegant Ning Ran.

I like beautiful paintings, which attract people to this country. The scenery is beautiful, as if in front of you, the characters are portrayed vividly, and the smile is in front of you. The soul of painting is dreamy, the dream follows the heart, the soul flies lightly, birds sing in the stream, and poetry is pleasant. The beautiful scenery of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River seems to be in front of us: misty rain blows gently and the emerald color ripples.

Beautiful scenery is like a poem and a dream, drunk watching misty rain, thinking in the breeze, lingering in the drizzle. Smoke fills the air, and the past is in the water. Like a dream, raindrops are a little red, umbrellas are blooming with countless flowers, green and tender bamboos are dripping, and the rain flower stones are scattered in meditation, quietly elegant and quiet, as white as snow.

The beauty of the world, because every note of life is ups and downs. Flower of life blooms quietly and beautifully, symbolizing beauty and brilliance!

The happiness of life, because happiness is integrated into sports, the soul floats in the clouds, singing and dancing lightly, escaping and shining!

Time is quiet and fragrant in Mo Yun. Express your beautiful feelings with a paragraph, sow the seeds of hope and beauty, and watch the happy time with your heart!

(B) the time to start incorporating magic into poetry

Time flies, beautiful poems, beautiful dreams, gorgeous.

Time is like a poem. On the road of life, there are smooth, bumpy, laughing, sad, brilliant and sad. The wheels of various senses are full of life. On the big stage of life, we all play different roles and cherish sweet or bitter memories. Walking into the memory of spring can reawaken the feelings that have long been forgotten in our hearts and pick up the light and shadow stories that once warmed our hearts. ......

Getting to know each other is a good start. We touch each other slowly, and our hearts silently depend on each other and blend into one. Write an immortal love poem with the touch of a lifetime.

The sky is still blue, white clouds flow in the blue sky, and the gentle breeze blows on the face, like a girl's white gauze, giving people a warm feeling. In the distance, the green hills and white clouds fluctuate, just like an ink painting, spectacular and beautiful!

The autumn night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is as white as silver. The breeze is blowing, scattering the fragrance of the earth after harvest, and the flowers are pleasant. The night is dim and the moon is hanging on the curtain. When the yarn is soft, it appears, the melodious melody lingers in my ears, and my beautiful face smiles. Let thoughts grow in the heart and fly in the universe. The past is like smoke, drifting through the dust; Wheatgrass's heart is full.

I miss you, tears turn into acacia rain, sadness into sad poems. Looking back at acacia, the moon is fragrant. Between sadness and joy, the years flow at the fingertips. Light and weakness, thoughts and language flood in front of you. However, it changed the meaning of parting, and a word shocked the years. Smile is always warm, smile on the earth!

For you, it became a poem. I hold a thousand wisps of ink incense and give it to Susie to sing praises. The fragrance comes gently with the breeze and floats gently in front of you. Sweep away the sadness and fatigue, and bring the warmth of Li Qian. The heart is full of poetry and the ink is long. Buried in the heart of the sea, silent into poetry, fragrant alone.

I like a cup of fragrant tea, the fragrance of tea is filled with dust, the faint thoughts are blurred in the ethereal moonlight, and the beautiful and gentle chrysanthemum fragrance floats, gently drunk in the flowers, drunk in poetry, drunk in your heart far away from the world!

In the evening breeze, my long hair accompanied by dancing, pieces of flying flowers, falling fragrance into songs. Tonight, you dance lightly, escape from the clouds, sail in the heart of the sea, gentle heart waves, ripple into poetry, blossoming lotus flowers, embellish my heart of poetry and dreams, sail and sail.

Looking at the hazy moonlight, the night is composing a melody of late autumn, intoxicating and fragrant; At this time, I just want romance to fly like a butterfly and be poetic in your heart.

Hazy moonlight, faint love, melted in the hazy night. Fate has come, just like a clear gurgling stream, melting in a silent heart like a flower; At the beginning, I stood there alone; The heart is looking for it in the confusion of being at arm's length At this time, the mood is as quiet as water, and my heart is full of flowers and poems.

Looking at the moonlight in the autumn garden, intoxicated as poetry, floating in your rippling heart; Even if you are far away, I still feel your affection.

Time has become a poem, in front of the window blurred by moonlight, in the elegant Ning Ran night; On the pen tip that does not touch the floating dust, the ink becomes fragrant, a piece of pure land is cultivated, and a wheat straw is planted, leaving a dream as fragrant as moonlight; Let happiness come quietly, let the heart ripple, let the heart blossom and let the grass overflow.

(3) Time flies and the fragrance overflows.

Chinese new year is like running water, faint and traceless. The scroll exudes rhyme and fragrance, and the ink and wash sway the soul of the poem. Clear sorrow is full, melancholy is empty to the moon. Sweet tea is refreshing, and the volume is scattered. It's hard to celebrate the New Year, don't sigh! The clouds are floating, the storm is coming, the wind is raining, and Yushu is facing the wind. Chinese New Year seems to flow far away, and time flies with fragrance. If life is full of dreams, cherish the present and smile.

Time, fleeting, faint fragrance. Cool night, mottled thoughts, one thought is forever, one thought is farewell! Walking on the bank of the soul, as time goes by, the years flow month by month, watching indifferently, smiling indifferently, traveling all over the world, the dust settles and smiling happily. The thoughts in my heart are broken, the knot spreads and the knot is tangled.

Clock ticking, lonely meditation. Gentle and quiet, night makes people warm, wise and quiet. The ending is over, I feel reborn, indifferent to Ning Ran, quiet and far away. The world is filled with the fragrance of tidbits, which seeps into the heart. The lines of poetry are shallow and the words are gentle and fragrant. Deep in the world of mortals, the ink is faint.

Lightly relaxed and lonely, lightly depicting life, elegant and graceful in the deep heart. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, you can sit and watch Yun Qi's charm and overlook the feeling of the clouds.

The beauty of flowers dies, the rain flies like a pear flower and a jade butterfly, my heart is detached, I think hard, I admire, I am full of fragrance, I am sad, I am poetic, I am light and comfortable, I am fragrant!

The ancients used notes to write poems. A note is fragrant for years, stained with faint scent marks, and elegant and quiet. After many years of reincarnation, who is Diane's eyebrow painting and tears for?

Even if flowers fly in the world of mortals, butterflies stay in autumn and spring. Still smiling at the flowers, smiling at the fragrance of the fleeting time. The sky is far away, the clouds are long and the mountains are green. In the foggy morning, layers of green rhyme spread all over the world, which is beautiful. In the breeze, the flowers are faint, time flies, and it is full of faint fragrance.

Life somewhere tomorrow? Why do you want to meet once? Blowing in the wind, I remember the first time we met. When I left, the flowers had fallen.

Accidental encounter, falling flowers flying, lilac fragrance on the roadside, in this beautiful season, memories are overflowing, memories are lightly waved, we met at the beginning of that year, you are handsome and charming, and the fleeting time is still fragrant.

Memories of the past, such as falling flowers in full bloom; Time flies, and a season is fragrant and gentle. When we meet in the winter when snowflakes are flying, our feelings are like pure snowflakes, crystal clear, tacit understanding between souls and fusion between hearts!

You come with the wind like snowflakes, drifting gently into my dreams, and I sleep sweetly in your heart. You are elegant and affectionate, and I really hope to join hands with you to get drunk and enjoy life day and night.

Youth is gone, acacia is unforgettable, fireworks are beautiful, falling flowers are floating everywhere, running water is seamless, and prosperity is exhausted. Once beautiful and graceful, ink is flowing, and the fleeting tidbits are light and colorful. Looking for the most beautiful bloom in life, water clouds and swords meet and play a sad movement, but they can't hide their sadness. Floating clouds draw thoughts lightly, and there is nothing to complain about. Who is the sadness for?

I am young, indifferent all my life, silently sad and hesitant, and this encounter is filled with faint fragrance in the most beautiful season. Once gentleness, once vows, suddenly clouds drift away, mutual feelings reverberate in the heart, deducing beautiful love! Time flies with fragrance.

I have vowed that the moon curtain hangs lightly, covering my thoughts like wings, the stars look around like bright eyes, the breeze blows over me, plain clothes dances lightly, my fingertips are lingering, and my words are freehand. The blooming flowers are graceful in lines and the fingers are fragrant.

In the afterglow of the sunset, like a poetic moment, the past has become the curtain of a dream, intoxicated with tenderness and lightness; In the surge of emotion, there are thoughts echoing tactfully. An ordinary piece of paper tells the romance of water, and gently puts a rainbow-like veil on the traces of years, giving it unique beauty!

Running water is like a year, touching the fragrance, inexpressible without rhyme, and the heartstrings are flicked, and in a blink of an eye, like a cloud. Laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall, all kinds of joys and sorrows, and interpret countless stories. Persistent warmth, constant oath, waiting for a lifetime. An ordinary paper, singing fragrant words in a low voice, records the fragrance of time!

Walking quietly in the world of mortals, recalling the years that have passed all the way, faint feelings, and quiet meditation. Still the same, warm and fragrant, the years are light and comfortable, and the time is young and fragrant. For youth, for life, for the future, singing and dancing, melodious flute and charming words bloom in the years!