Emotional choice one;

If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

The years are quiet, and the smile is safe. Opening the floodgate of memory, it seems to be back to the time when I was in Na Yue, as if I saw the fragrant jasmine you gave me again, clean and lovely on a drizzly night. -inscription

Standing by the high stone arch bridge with a folded umbrella, watching the rain fall on the clear lake, my heart is often deeply moved, and it seems to stay at this moment all the time. With the noise and prosperous style in my eyes, my heart stopped beating, and some sadness fell on the quiet lake with the rain beads.

Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow. This rain charms the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and renders poetic romance. This rain, if autumn leaves fly, is messy and mottled, scattered in the depths of time.

I don't know when I fell in love with the rain. I love walking in the rain, I love the breeze in the rain, I love breathing fresh air in the rain, and I love remembering the past in the rain. Every rainy day, I am always used to walking in the rain with an umbrella, watching the messy pictures in the rain, watching the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, watching the ripples of rain dripping on the water, and watching the romance of rain hitting the banana.

Walking in the rain, I often think of many poems about rain, which are sad, romantic, lonely and melancholy. Different rain renders different artistic conception, and different rain depicts different artistic conception. It is sad to hit the banana with rain, but it is sad to lie in the wind and listen to the rain. Since ancient times, rain always seems to be associated with sadness and loneliness. Walking in the rain, we inadvertently infected with the sadness of the rain.

"The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year. Smoke locks the phoenix building, infinite. " A person walking in the rain, thinking about something you said, will feel inexplicably sad. I often reach out from under the umbrella to catch the falling raindrops. I always hope that my outstretched hands can hold this coolness, and I always hope that the temperature of my palm can warm this coolness. I hope there will be you in the depths of time.

Looking up at the sky, I always feel that it is raining all over the sky, but you have been walking for many years. I often think of myself when I was young, and you who love the rain as much as me; Remembering that drizzly night, we first met in the gazebo by the moat; Thinking of jean carrey, the hero in the movie Singing in the Rain, let us gasp in admiration and dance freely in the street in the heavy rain; Think of your handsome figure walking on the winding stone steps of Xishan Park in a sea soul shirt, think of the south of the city, think of Xishan, think of railways and crossings, and think of our laughter when walking in the rain; Think of the pot of fragrant jasmine you gave me when you left, and the "rain" you sent me in your letter; Think of the misty and rainy West Lake, let's take a group photo of youth; Think of the pine and cypress we planted at the foot of Beishan Mountain in the rain. ...

San Mao said, don't say, don't say, it's wrong to say it. Indeed, the past has become untouchable because of one person's participation, and those bits and pieces related to you are unforgettable because of your participation. Sometimes I am moved by a little personality, and I always feel that walking in the rain is closest to you. Sometimes, I will stand in the street on a rainy night, expecting to see you suddenly, coming to me with an umbrella, standing in front of me with a warm smile ... why say more? For you and me, once we stop and look back, it is a profound understanding. Once we stare and smile, we have a keen emotion.

On a summer afternoon, have you heard the news that jasmine blossoms? When I miss you, I have asked you this question in my mind more than once. I really want to know, you have been waiting for a long time in the depths of time. Do you still remember the woman whose name was Molly? Will that old look emerge in every rainy night's meditation? (A famous saying about honesty)

Tonight, sitting alone in the room, listening to the sound of rain banging on the window lattice in late autumn, listening to the sound of wind and rain, listening to beautiful music, you floated to your heart again. Gently shake this cup of jasmine tea in your hand. In the rising water vapor, the white flowers are more pure and shy against the green tea. Elegant floral fragrance and tea fragrance are intertwined, which moistens not only the heart.

The drizzle smells of jasmine. On this quiet night of drizzle, when I lightly typed this line on the keyboard, my thoughts turned into rain and floated in the night sky. The words left in the past jump between the fingers and surround the heart.

The years are quiet, and the smile is safe. Opening the floodgate of memory, it seems to be back to the time when I was in Na Yue, as if I saw the fragrant jasmine you gave me again, clean and lovely on a drizzly night. The past is always deep in my memory, reminding me with an innate attitude and persistence that there is a kind of existence in my life, called the past.

In this drizzly late autumn night, in the depths of time, I quietly searched and burned the previous bits and pieces. In the years, I bent down to pick up warm fragments about words. It turned out that time passed quietly, and it was the original you who became clearer in the negative of memory.

Tonight, my thoughts are flying. I think of the days when we were accompanied by writing, the charm that you explained to me to encourage me to learn writing, and the past events in which you held my hand persistently in the literary palace, which kept me in deep thought again and again. Slowly open the collection of Xi Murong's poems for many years. On the slightly yellowed paper on the title page, the beautiful and elegant letters still exude ink: If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

Looking back, the years are old. The old days were more like this fragrant jasmine tea. It has experienced severe cold, vicissitudes and hardships. It is thick and sophisticated, persistent and considerate, emitting a long and mellow fragrance with color at the end of the years.

If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come. Tonight, when my thoughts come to my mind again, how much I expect you to feel that I wrote these words with my heart, how much I expect you to blow slowly under the dim light and look back, like a warm spring breeze.

Emotional choice 2:

If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

I have always believed that meeting is the constant warmth of life and the eternal dependence. (signature)

I love the name of Pinellia blossom, a rare leisure day. When I went to the library to look for books, I looked up and was attracted by the name. The top row of bookshelves, humble position and gray layout are not my favorite colors, but because of such a name, I love it. This is a very old story. Childhood brothers and sisters are not related by blood. Because of the fear of worldly vision, my sister hides her love deeply, and my brother shoulders the burden of the family. I just want to give my sister a comfortable life, as long as she is good, the ending is not good, and there are lovers separated by life and death.

That afternoon, I was quietly sipping tea and reading a book in the sun, and I was also lamented by such a story. My feeling is perfect after all. As for me, I like all happy endings. It's okay to abuse my heart, but the ending must be good. My friend said that I have a happy plot. Yes, I like it. This is a kind of love.

Many times, love is really unreasonable, just like loving a dress, knowing that there are not many opportunities to wear it, but still buying it home, dreaming of wearing it for one day, even thinner, from spring to autumn without wearing it once. But it doesn't matter if you don't wear it. Having it is satisfaction.

Just like the woman I love, sometimes just because of a word and a move, she is moved and can't say why. I love to sum up all the unclear things. I love reading their words quietly, and I know that words will reveal their recent emotions; I love sitting in their space when I am in a bad mood, just because I am convinced that they understand and appreciate the loneliness and loneliness in my bones. In fact, I don't have a deep chat with most people, but I believe that the other person is the best friend, and I believe that there is nothing to say except mutual understanding.

There is always some touching and warmth in life, but it will always appear when needed, and there is no need to do anything deliberately. Listening to the wind and soaking in the rain, you just need to take every trace as your heart. That shallow whisper is the warmth of a tree blooming, and it is also a contract of interdependence in the world of mortals.

Full of romance, write down a paragraph from the heart, bring a warmth into your heart, and let the quiet time stay in your heart, which is the warm fragrance deposited in your memory.

As I get older, I find myself less and less fond of publicity. The more it is invented, what really touches people's hearts in this world must be the simplest originality, the original truth that has not been carved. Such as small flowers scattered on the leaves, which grow at will but shine on people; Such as undeveloped mountains and water, and the spirituality of nature in silence. Life will never be perfect and wonderful in complexity, and too noisy disclosure will only expose ignorance and shallowness more.

Fold a green laurel, pick a petal, and walk through the buildings with simple faith, and you will see all kinds of alternate beauty in the cycle of the four seasons. In fact, this heart does not need too much luxury, and it can be seen clearly.

Twilight is getting thicker and the clothes at night are getting lighter. I am imprisoned in words and painted with red, fat and green thoughts over and over again. Perhaps, I am greedy for such a silence. Perhaps, I am used to recording my thoughts with silence, fearing that those warm words will turn into clouds as soon as they are exported, and those thoughts will turn pale as soon as they land. Fortunately, there are words, the unavoidable world of mortals, which are interpreted again and again in the story of time. (inspirational pictures)

Therefore, silence is my proper gesture to myself.

The wind is gentle and soft, and a faint fragrance overflows the porch window with the wind, and the heart is rippling, Ying Ying. After all, she is a dusty woman, preferring a smile with a fragrant skirt, gently picking up a touch of tenderness and winding it around her wrist, so that the ripples in the depths of her eyes become hazy memories in Jiangnan. When I think of it, it is full of kindness.

Time goes by quietly, and we are all long-distance tourists. When we get together in the New Year, we just want to outline each other's smiles, warm a pot of joy and warm time with the memory of violets. If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

The night is getting deeper and deeper. At this moment, my heart is quiet, quiet, and I hear a flower blooming quietly in my heart.

Emotional choice 3:

If you are in full bloom, the breeze is coming.

There is a tacit understanding of the soul, sincere and pure, far away but close at hand. Just like two hearts burning in winter, melting the snow and touching the cold, it is the fragrance of spring flowers that flows into the heart. This winter, I will write ink fragrance for you, making you a plum blossom in the cold winter, with a unique posture and charm in my simple poems. "I am in a forest of ice and snow, and I can't be mentioned in the same breath with peaches and plums." Elegant and fragrant, beautiful but not enchanting.

In the world of mortals, I met by chance. I don't know if it was a wait for flowers to bloom or just a beautiful purples. A flower is a fairy tale, and a fall is a love song of life and death, soul and flesh. Two of a kind, no one can say that there will be another life. We should cherish each other in this life. It is two colliding hearts that burn again and meet in this cold winter. Often one person's fault brings two people's suffering, but an unintentional promise entangles two hearts.

Two hearts are longing in this cold season, recalling the past with sadness, leaving every place makes people hesitate to stop. The beauty of purple will wither and the fragrance will disappear. Only when the memory is fresh and unforgettable, do you know when the pain in your heart will heal. Every time the stylus is so pale and powerless, the notes that jump between the lines are your feelings.

The pleasant taste is like the drizzle in March, gentle and cool, and like the blue sky in June. It is always full of bright sunshine, so that the breeze can catch the white clouds and play and laugh heartily under the broad blue sky. Meet under the same blue sky, listen to each other's heartbeat, listen to the gentle and sweet whispers. At that moment, all the troubles have long been neglected, forgetting the cold winter, as if being in the spring with birds and flowers.

Buddha said that it takes thousands of times to look back when this life passes by. Not every encounter will become a joy in each other's hearts, and an encounter cannot be interpreted as a sad tragedy. When love comes, it is the time when the mountain is full of azaleas. Please cherish this flower, collect this intoxicating fragrance, gently put it in your arms, and go to sleep with your name on a cold night. ：

When the flowers are full moon, the sunshine always smiles brightly, and the flowers bloom most brilliantly in the warm season. Not all the results can be harvested in your arbitrary expectations. If you really wait until the flowers wither and the branches wither, it will be too late for you to water them again.

Therefore, we should know how to cherish all the beautiful things around us. Fate is inevitable, just like the pearl of the rising sun, which rises from the east in the morning and ends slowly in the afterglow of the sunset in the evening. This is the law of everything in the world. If we have to change its travel law, then the world will be unregulated and everyone will become chaotic. You should cherish what belongs to you, don't complain about what doesn't belong to you, just laugh it off, because this is just an irresistible cause, and fate can't force you to stay. Let nature take its course, you can feel at ease and enjoy it.

A love is a warmth, in this cold winter, cherish that perfection, warm with love, write with love, grind with your left hand, and write about you with your right hand.

Emotional choice four;

If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

I've been busy recently, and I'm filled with trivial things at work every day. Back to the dormitory at night, enjoying the strong coffee aroma of Mocha dissipated in the quiet night, and occasionally the evening breeze blew, with a trace of noise and throb in summer night.

Recently, I am fascinated by Han Han's novels, spicy and sharp words, slightly unconstrained style, social satire and criticism behind laughing and cursing, and a little sadness and warmth after being hearty. Such novels can always bring different pleasure and coolness to early summer nights.

Every time I sleep, I always have a faint aftertaste intentionally or unintentionally, which makes me feel extremely comfortable, and the trivial emotions of the day become full and complete. Suddenly, I feel that the person who deals with words every day, even at midnight, can't resist the strange charm behind all kinds of words. This kind of life, perhaps beyond the tranquility and disharmony of age, brings me great expectations and enthusiasm for life.

With an impulsive enthusiasm, I went to the coveted Huangshan Mountain during May Day. Fortunately, I felt the magnificence of Huangshan sea of clouds and sunrise at close range. I firmly believe that every tourist can't hide and suppress the excitement and surging emotions at that moment when he sees such a spectacular scene.

Standing on the cliff path of a high mountain, the coming and going mountains are embedded in the long white clouds, standing among the mountain roads, stepping on the white clouds under your feet, feeling the gentle touch of the mountain wind, and your mood will become extremely open. How many troubles and persistence will gradually dissipate, and life only allows the open-mindedness of self-existence and the tolerance of Baoshan Nachuan.

At that moment, I really heard my heartbeat, and I was pounding every step up. The combination of physical strength and perseverance climbed mountains outdoors, and I did it. At the top of the highest peak, I open my arms and embrace my life seriously. Suddenly, I am extremely glad that I am still alive and healthy.

Life should be like this. Facing the sunshine and rain, slow down, relax, do what you love, watch the scenery you love, cherish the person you want to love with your heart, and truly embrace your body temperature and heartbeat at every moment when you are alive. One day on my way to work, before drifting across an artificially dug river, I saw a small yellow flower swaying stubbornly alone in the middle of growing water.

There are no other flowers around, no special eyes, and there is not even a mosaic around. This unknown flower trembled slightly in the breeze, full of narcissism, and also with infinite persistence and pursuit of survival. At that moment, I can always feel infinite pity and warmth in my heart. After a short stay, I turned to leave and promised a quiet time.

If you want to see happiness, you should clearly realize unhappiness. No one can refuse or avoid all kinds of disappointments encountered in growth. Looking for it, tossing and turning, life seems to have returned to the original starting point of memory. The difference is that we have experienced constant gains and losses.

A long time ago, I heard a writer say that the sign of a boy's maturity is that he can tolerate and calmly deal with loss. I am thinking that this may be the necessary stage for everyone to mature. But only the rich can constantly cope with losses. When we lose it, why don't we gain another part of the wealth? The perception of life always becomes mellow and accessible in the joy gained after experiencing loss. The fear of life needs courage and persistence to bloom alone. We must firmly believe that when it blooms, the breeze will come.

No matter when, I always maintain a little love and respect for the truth, goodness and beauty of life.