Shallow summer Enron talks about how to write.

Some feelings arrive in the faint summer sunshine, gently collect a wisp, and then gently bloom in the eyebrows.

Shallow days are full of the warmth of years. Some miss, mountains grow high, and some like. For example, the lingering flowers and the whispering eyebrows. Listening to the sound of strings in the wind, my heart will turn a simple pen, leaving a wound on the road I walked, crossing a sheltered depression, writing down simple feelings, and there will always be some memories. Find a quiet place, smell the tea and keep your own scenery. No matter how noisy the time is, remember to bring it.

It is beautiful to cook a quiet meal, pick flowers and make wine in this gentle time, taste it alone in the fragrance of time, and be quiet and not talk.

In the sky in June, there is a shallower, faint sitting in a corner, feeling the comfort of the breeze around the shoulders, leisurely looking at the white clouds in the sky, fresh and gentle, enjoying this faint feeling, not deliberate, not tired, calm and good.

In the faint time, a wisp of wind can blow away the leisure worries in the heart, and a touch of green can also taste Zen. Light is the blank space in ink painting, leaving only the artistic conception of the characters; Light is the ethereal, distant and open breath in the mountains, light is close to reality, happy with fate, light life is like a drop of water, vivid and simple, persuasive, gentle with vegetation, peaceful and quiet at any time, and the most beautiful is the joy between the eyebrows.

Write a poem with all the silence and put it in June's eyes. It must be colorful grass, flowers, distant mountains and clouds. Light smoke is safe in light green. I always believe that every landscape is deeply attached to it, knowing it without understanding it, and still feeling deeply.

Some encounters in life, if remembered, are like the blooming of begonia, with fragrance scattered in the palm of your hand. Even if you leave a blank for the rest of your life, it is also the most beautiful miss. In those days when pear blossoms were like snow, it was flowering in a poem, and it took a thousand turns in one sentence and was caught in a misty rain. In the dream, they are all flower watchers, giving gifts to each other. Time is so clear and gentle, like a purple butterfly. The tacit understanding in their eyes is joy, with the most beautiful gesture.

When the summer breeze blows the pale green covering the threshold of the years, those fingers that still linger in my heart will gently touch my eyebrows, and a poem can also be turned into a painting. Looking back, the flowers in the misty rain Liuxiang, with their first fragrance, are still the transparency of mountains and rivers. I always feel that fate is really wonderful. Just looking at you in the crowd made a legend. It has always been believed that good love is to think of a scene and dream with a person. No matter how lonely you live, there will be a touch of warmth flowing in your heart, which is appropriate and stable when you think of it. A good life is not simply loving someone and counting the days, but this person smiles at you and understands you from the heart.

Some emotions, not gorgeous, are simply met and missed, even if they are just holding a person's hand and walking against the wind.

If I am a flower, I am also the most common little flower in the world of mortals, which blooms and falls with the seasons. I kissed the wind's eyebrows with joy, and I was intoxicated by the rain. The waste in those words is just a song written for loneliness. After Qian Fan, I will finally blossom beautiful flowers on the secular land. I know very well that there must be a kind of knowledge that will come through a weak soul, and the finely divided time will eventually realize the redemption of the soul. Be a clean flower and grass, bloom into a tree for you with the state of mind that you can get the moon first by being close to the water, so that all the coolness can be nourished by love, and you can walk through the joys and sorrows of life without changing your feelings. Decorate the dull fleeting time with a wisp of floral fragrance.

Idle, standing by the window, watching the clouds float away gently, just like my thoughts, floating in the wind of Pinellia, missing a person, just lightly, loving a person, just lightly, lightly, is to put him and his thoughts in my heart, that kind of beautiful feelings, such as gardenia blossoms, are pure and fragrant in my heart. I always believe that there is an emotion in this world, which is not spoken, but read deeply, such as dew in the morning, clear and transparent. In the fleeting time, unforgettable.

Time always produces compassion. The most beautiful time in the world is in a distant moment. No matter what kind of meeting we had, there is only a gentle poem dotted with years, such as looking for the past and looking back in the begonia flowers, which is the most beautiful scenery.

In the morning, I say nothing, and I can see the time clearly by following some old words. I always feel that there are green mountains and green waters living in some sentences. If I meet them by chance, it will be like meeting an old story. A flower has a memory, and a grass can wake it up. Sitting in a word, looking back leisurely, the faint mood is already a faint fragrance. Some agreements no longer need a word, just because they have been watching each other not far away. Put a person in your heart, put beauty in one word, not afraid of rhyme, and don't care about style. Just read it occasionally, and your heart is happy.

Sometimes, life really doesn't need much, just two or three branches for enjoyment. The most beautiful thing in life is not the splendor of summer flowers, but to gain an understanding in the fleeting time, pick up the fragrance of time, and turn yourself into a faint scenery with sunshine and rain. I believe that when you walk, the flowers will bloom.

June poetry heart, I want to write down the most beautiful dreams in words, weave graceful brocade with clouds, wait for the sun to come late with a clean heart, and the breeze lifts my clothes. This season, there is too much joy, expecting that the soul will rely on the cool soul somewhere. A person, quietly facing the time, I will sink my thoughts into the shallow water of Ming Che, lingering in love, enjoying a flower with a calm and appropriate touch of green, banishing some feelings to the years, savoring the tranquility and fragrance, and happily accepting the pure beauty endowed by time.

The sky is spotless after the rain. Walk in the breeze and let the elegant skirt dance with the wind. This time is shallow and beautiful, and occasionally white flowers come into your eyes. That purity is like the initial heart of loving someone. In this shallow season, with a heart, wind, agarwood, dancing with beauty, guarding you, guarding the initial germination and joy, waiting for your own eternal life in this summer of fireworks and white floating. ...