The spring wind came down gently, and the streets were lighted by a soft and gentle colour. There's no need to shout, there's no need to shout, there's a tree, there's a seagull, and it's just quiet, there's time。
It is the most learned flower of spring, the tenderest flower, which turns all the good things into the downside. Not to fight the flowers, not to show off to the sky, but to hang on to the branches, and to be a gentle sight。
It's like a cloud and a glitter. It's white, it's soft in red, it's petals like wings, it's like a cloud, and when the wind blows, it shakes a little, it's a pity。
It's the most moving gesture it's made. And long flowers are as soft as silk, and they are full of trees, but they are low in their eyes, they are not proud, they are not afraid。
Yang manryon, "let's not be blind, who loses the sea." it doesn't have to compete with who has its own springlight。
The sun runs through the branches and the color of the flowers is warm and warm. It's like a young girl's cheek, a light, light, tender, beautiful and curable。
The wind, the twigs, the tumbles, the tumbles. No noise, no light, but no one passing by can resist slowing down。
Van cheng writes in capital: "who are the mirrors made up for? There are tears and tatters." and the sheath after the rain, the petals of the flowers shall be dazzling, and a few euphemisms and tenderness shall be added。
This low-end posture is never weak, but internal. It's to hide the edges and face the world with tenderness。
It was born among fireworks, in the common courtyard. No mating, no climaxing, only in their own rhythms, slowly flourishing and still fragrance。
And the flowers speak out, and the flowers do not grieve. And the bellows tell us with their lifetime gestures: gentle, never compromise。
True strength is never the edge, but inner peace and self-respect. Like a seagull, soft, but powerful。
It's like a slow-growing woman. He fades, he learns to be quiet, he gathers his angles, he learns to be gentle。
No more rush to prove it, no more favors. They know how to live with themselves, they know how to reconcile with time, they take their roots quietly and slowly。
Like seaweeds, they don't countenance, nor follow the waves. Stand up, stand firm, face the rise and fall with grace。
A twirl, full of soft trees. It tells every woman, with a fragrance, "your softness is the coat of mail."。
There is no need to chase the light, and there is no need to shine. Silence, tolerance, kindness, determination are the best。
