抿一口清茶,沁人的幽香便萦绕在舌尖,暖暖的茶香晕染着心中最真的那份情感,悠悠地翻着手中的相册,指尖掠处,便是岁月留下的痕迹。不经意间将目光投向远方,被太阳的余辉染红的那片晚霞,竟有着一种无以言状的绚美,夕阳西下,不是惆怅,不是叹惋,是壮美!一如岁月转身留给我的背影,寄托快 抿 a Qingcha, Qin people’s fragrance will linger in the tongue, the warmth of tea dyed the hearts of the most share of the feelings, leisurely flip in the hands of the album, fingertips swept away, is the mark of years left. Inadvertently look into the distance, the sun was glittering afterglow piece of sunset, there is a gratuitous Xuan Mei, sunset, not melancholy, not sigh, is magnificent! As the years turned left to me Back, pin fast