Different mood, look back

The most beautiful scenery in the most casual moments, the first look, faint mood.

The most beautiful one is to pursue, the most beautiful life is on the road, beauty is never deliberate. In those years, passing by in a hurry, I have never seen the leaves on the side of the road fluttering, like an elf-like dance, perhaps the last glory of life. I have never heard of the cold and cut, and I have just passed by in the evening.

Windy and beautiful, birds and flowers, see the new green of the grass in the spring time, bathe in the warm spring breeze. There are also wild flowers and fragrances, fresh and refined. When the mountains are blooming, she laughs in the bushes. Or, the shy petals are in need of release, and they want to be shy. In the breeze, the green lotus leaf gently sways the graceful posture, and the small lotus is sharp and pointed...

A lot of beautiful scenery can only be corrected, and those years have passed by.

Many times I don’t know how to cherish it. When I miss it, I can only regret it. The most beautiful scenery is on the road, and the deepest feeling is in my memory.

Once, a person was at the top of the mountain, watching the sunset far away, and the reddish sky gradually faded away. There was the sunset. The ancients said: The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. It was just that I never felt that it was beautiful, the realm was different, and I couldn’t understand it. In the memory, it was so short-lived.

Guanshan is full of mountains, but I don’t feel it when I first saw it. I only experienced it in my memories. The train of time will not stop, I have seen such words: the most beautiful one is in the future. There is no objection, but there is no reason for support. How much will be in the future, and why have you waited for the most beautiful self, or do you have to wait until the end is turned into a loess?

Man is a strange animal. Things have been beautiful in the past, and those beautiful things were only the most difficult pursuits at that time.

One night, the phoenix rain, with a bit of coolness, caught a bleak, cold and cold mood, a short, quiet night.

The cold moonlight, leaning against the window, swaying, swaying back, looking back, the most beautiful years on the road.

Those years have passed.

After many years, continue to remember.