I only hope that you are a scenery and grow in the place of my way.

Lin Huiyin said: If you are well, it will be sunny. Love was born pure, such as lotus flowers, which were simple and elegant, swaying in the summer breeze, stretching and dancing in the autumn wind, blooming and binding, flowers blooming and falling, such as clear and clear seasons, not contaminated with a trace of dust from the world. I only wish you a scenery, a person, a city, an ancient town with thousands of years of wind and rain, a pavilion and a pavilion, and a green slabstone Road with mottled footprints of time. Countless people lingered in the smoky rain scenery here. Countless people walked under the Daiwa pink wall here. Countless people left their affectionate long songs in the smoky rain and clear water here. Among the past people, there are passers-by who pass by in a hurry, literati who read carefully, and old friends who come back far away. In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the smoke and rain are misty, and the fog is misty. The rain and fog are like the rain Lane written by Dai Wangshu. The woman holding an oiled paper umbrella in the rain and hesitating alone seemed so melancholy and sentimental. There is no gentle wave in Xu Zhimo Kang River, and there is no Lin Huiyin. You are calm and calm in the world in April. Xu Zhimo said: You are the April day of the world; The smile lights up the wind on all sides; The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring and spring. You are the clouds in the morning of April. The wind is soft at dusk, the stars are flashing unintentionally, and the rain drips in front of the flowers. That light spirit, that Yan Ting, you are; You wear the crown of fresh Yan flowers; You are naive and solemn; You are the full moon at night. The piece of goose yellow after snow melting, you look like; The green of fresh bud, you are; Tender, joyful water light floating the White Lotus you expect in your dream. You are a tree-by-tree blossom, a swallow whispering among Liang; You are love, warmth, and a poem; You are the April day of the world! Lin Huiyin is a city, an ancient city with simplicity and elegance, and full of western thoughts. She is light and beautiful. She is like a blooming tree by tree, growing in the south of the Yangtze River and blooming in the world. The fragrance of flowers is flowing with the Lingxiu of Jiangnan, mixed with the gentle waves in Kang River. Like a swallow whispering between Liang, flying in the March of early spring, it is clear and elegant, and like green lotus floating with dark fragrance in the lotus pond. It is noble, quiet, elegant and picturesque, such as Zen. She is a scenery that cannot be avoided. In the world, even a free and easy poet like Zhimo can’t do it. She waved her hand and didn’t take away a cloud of color, after all, Xu Zhimo threw herself in front of her fragrant petals and was willing to be a weed of Zhu Kang River, chatting with her with the Stars. Blinger’s heart is as peaceful as water and Lotus. No matter how the world changes and how the world floats, her heart is still a beautiful scenery, and she can still be calm as a Lotus. She was the scenery in the eyes of countless people, but only belonged to three people. Xu zhimo was swaying with her in the city, poetic and picturesque, blooming and prosperous, giving her a hot first love, liang Sicheng lived in the city and guarded the blinger woman with the soft time of his life, which seemed steadfast and calm. Jin Yuelin stayed at the edge of the ancient city and regarded her as an indispensable scenery, waiting silently for her whole life. Because she knew that she didn’t want to walk in because of true love. Maybe this was the best ending. She put the three most important men in her life in different positions and gave different care, they are all love, but love is so sober and clear. Lin Huiyin is a woman who knows how to measure. She understands that time is a Shadowless Sword. Sometimes she will stab others because of your carelessness. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt, let alone make her heart incomplete. So she always chooses to come at the right time and leave in the right time. Only when I grew up did I finally understand that some people are a scenery. After seeing it, I will leave after swimming and will not be able to meet again. Some people are a city, and one day you will come back here, not prosperous, not bold, but makes you feel very steadfast. Xu Zhimo gave Lin Huiyin poetry and love, but he could not give Lin Huiyin a stable home and an ordinary life. Maybe as he said, he did not know Lin Huiyin well enough! Or as Lin Huiyin said, what Zhimo loves at present is not the real me, but the Lin Huiyin depicted by romantic poetry. No matter what the result is, even in the eyes of Tagore and the world, it is a pity that a perfect match beauties cannot be combined, which is irrelevant. Life always has to miss and meet, which makes it interesting. Just like a cup of fragrant tea, sweet is the top grade. Liang Sicheng was a city. He built a solid nest in the city. He believed that the swallow flying far away would return one day. He birds flying and nestling together with him between Liang and whispered. When he arrived, he turned a landscape into a city, which had their footprints, the light and shadow of predecessors, the confusion of years, the fresh breeze, the bright moon and the long flow of water, xiaojia Jasper. I think this spring, there must be a lot of people competing to go to the south of the yangtze river to find flowers blooming and perceive the south of the yangtze river, but I don’t know how many people will remember that there was once a woman, it is an indispensable scenery in the south of the yangtze river. Her name is lin huiyin. She was born in the south of the yangtze river and raised in the south of the yangtze river. She is a curved stream in the south of the yangtze river. She twists and turns around the corridor in the noise of the world, she is a branch of willow along the river. The Willow is full of silk, which ignites the green of life for the people in the past. Wherever she passes, it is full of pure light and fragrance in the time of life. I didn’t go, not I couldn’t, but I knew that jiangnan had always been my hometown, so I still wanted to regard her as a place where she grew up in my way. After a trip back travling far, take a look at the scenery like Lotus and Zen, adding a peace to the last time of life, which is really put down.

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