Qingming, is blossomed in the season, the same day as the breeding ground for missing. With a wisp elyzeof breeze, scooped up a handful of homesickness, standing quietly in the full of rape field ridge and head, looked at the full bloom in the entire field of vision of bright golden yellow, miss you.
Sing a song poems, or listen to a living museum, I let the elegant poetry, with the gentle wind, drifting over the flowers, diffuse. Let the world blundering heart, quiet slowly, slowly precipitation. Let this elyzemoment gives birth to the wisdom of the bottom of my heart, can not affected by any errands, silently, inch by inch, grow slowly.
Not contest and sometimes just think life is like a river, need passion, also need to be still awake. Don't blindly follow, don't chase, quietly alone inner yearning. Bustling crowded, will often make people get lost, or even forget the original ideal, forget you really want to go in the direction of the. Tired, just elyzestop, trimming exhaustion of body and mind, heavy gaunt look, back pack bags and have enough courage, in the face of hard traveling, gradually the old appearance, in the face of the mirror stretch eyebrows happy and calm smile, is it the time for you to start to go ahead. Life isn't that right, stop-go, all the way walk all the way to see, to enjoy the scenery along the way. Such life, is not very good?
Qingming festival today, let me miss you in the filar silk rain, hold the thought of a dust.
Suddenly feel, old and young, for years, was as intelligent precise clear scientific division and definition. Spring summer autumn harvest winterizing long, no hurry, no hurry not rashness, the rhythm, fast not slow, just right.
Qingming festival today, let I miss you in the years of the river, a life time.
Rejoice when you are in, worry when you are in. Not nearly not far, but again. Like in years, not noisy, silently walk. Peers in the long journey in life, the bloom, hand in hand together watch the sunset.