"The green water is worry-free, because the wind wrinkles the face; Qingshan is not old, it is a snow-white head. " Tell me your opinion.

The green water is leisurely and the face is wrinkled by the wind. Castle peak is not old, it is a snow-white head. My heart is like a long, quiet day, and my meaning seems completely clear.

Green water is quiet, gentle, free and carefree. Looking through the clear water, the water plants are graceful and dancing, and the willows on the shore hang down delicate branches, trying to be close to the water and reflected in the water.

Water is green, with youthful color, delicate and bright.

After a while, the wind came and swept the water with a smile. Just like every time he comes, there are slight ripples, and the water lines slowly disperse around, layer by layer, and gradually fade away.

Where is the water? I am speechless.

Unconsciously, she also began to laugh, laughing because of the wind, like a shy little flower, like a little beauty in her twenties.

If you like someone, you can smile and watch him go away. Although your eyes are following his figure, your thoughts are long gone.

In fact, some people look at it, some people care, and it really feels good and happy. Although the wind may not visit her often, this kind of meditation will distract people for a long time.

The water fell asleep and fell asleep quietly. In my dream, the wind gently shook her little hand, and she responded with a bright smile on her lips.

A face wrinkled by the wind Crazy fate.

Castle peak eyebrows locked, always silent, inscrutable. No one can know his melancholy, because he never tells others about his troubles.

Last century, or last century, until now, he is still thinking, thinking about a problem. A problem that has lasted for centuries.

For Iraq, people are haggard, for Iraq, people are white. For who? For snow? Or for a kind of red bean called acacia?

Because of your name, I will also turn my black hair white, make peace with you and get to know you. However, whose heart is this? Who knows this heart? No need, no need to solve, just because there is love in my heart.

Waiting for you, after countless dusk, it is night, waiting for you, at the moment of whispering in the dead of night, waiting for you, or after deja vu. ...

Like me, I hope to wait through the autumn water.

I'd rather be white than infatuated to the end. The protagonist's mouth showed a helpless wry smile.

For the snow-white head. Never regret.