落花飞絮,诗情荡漾,心境平和,可赞可叹。似水流年,花开花落,在柔曼的景致中,一切都沉睡了。在寥寥的清梦中,在丝丝的寒意里,穿梭着的花瓣,是飘飞的雪粉,在缭绕、在蒸腾、在舒缓、在狂澜,这就是梦之精灵—一冰凌花的身影。看着清水里飘浮的音符,如蟠螭、僵蚓一般,没有动容。在孤削如笔,密聚如林里,用柔情开卷了唏嘘,那冥想中的静穆,簇拥 Falling flowers fly, poetic mood, peace of mind, can be praised. It seems like water is flowing, flowers bloom, and everything is asleep in the sights of Rooman. In the ambiguous dreams, in the chill of the silk, the petals of the shuttle are the permeated snow powder. They are lingering, transpirational, soothing, and arrogant. This is the elf of the dream—a figure of ice. Looking at the notes floating in the clear water, such as squats and squats, there is no movement. In a lonesome pen, densely gathered like a forest, with tenderness rolled out chanting, that meditation quiet, surrounded by meditation