The years are clear and light, a wisp of fragrance
Text/Snow reflects the plum blossoms
Time flies, waving to June
The years are clear and light, no one can stop the pace of time
The scorching sun of July arrives as scheduled
Shake off the dust of the season Persistently moving forward
There is a touch of cool summer in the crook of the eyebrows
Like a wisp of fragrance in the greenery
Boiling wine in the east fence, making people feel very comfortable Go, there is no wind or rain or sunshine.
No matter whether the cold comes or the summer goes, regardless of the wind, flowers, snow and moon.
Put aside distracting thoughts and selfishness, you should know that the floating world is pure and joyful. The old year
is an obsession that looks back with a smile.
How many years have been treasured in the hustle and bustle of life? Ask the Blue Sky
Let time move forward gracefully in the ordinary fireworks
Slowly cook the time according to the warmth of the sun, savor the years
Let go of the seasonal rice paper, outline the beautiful rivers and mountains in July
Keep a corner of the years alone, and sigh the past in an understatement Clouds of smoke
Passing through the dust, the bustling traffic all the way
Looking back at the corner, smiling, leaving some plainness, longing for the beauty
To be at peace with the years
In the light red dust, there is a mottled ink dye
Pick up a wisp of breeze to express the quietness of the years
Drink in the fragrance of the years , the ink stained by the vicissitudes of time
writes the plain, rich and bright dreams and the distance
Let the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals carry joy and happiness to accompany them
