I like the short sentences of male gods.

1. Looking at the picture of time, the days are hurried, warm and romantic. Your gentle words awakened my sweet dream. Opening your eyes, your brow, your smile and your hug are the happiest aftertaste of my day. A cup of warm water and a wisp of fragrant rice are the most authentic and pleasant fireworks in the world. The faint warmth makes me feel the true meaning of love in the ordinary, making my mind elegant and shallow; Make life simple and Zen; Make life so fragrant.

The world is bustling with people coming and going. How many people can see through everything and how many people know how to cherish it? Those elegant times, so we drift away, torn to pieces, and can no longer piece together the original perfection. Sometimes, it's really not that we don't know how to cherish, but that there is nothing we can do.

3. An autumn rain and a cold. The cool autumn water, when crossing the air, renders the desolation of the sad and quiet autumn, just like the cold is a little boundless; When passing by my eyes, let my tears melt in my long-term thoughts of you; And when it washes away my misty thoughts, it will burn out my long-cherished thoughts and melt the coldest pain in my heart. ...

The steps of years always seem to be calm and firm. Neither earlier nor later, I tore off the last page of April wheatgrass and suddenly stood in the hot May, rendering the feelings of the season. At this point, the nodes intertwined in spring and summer have been in full swing, and it is imperative and inevitable, and it has overflowed the persistent vicissitudes like a flood.