The iPhone 12 does not have a traditional 3.5mm headphone jack, but uses a Lightning headphone interface. Apple has canceled the traditional 3.5mm headphone jack since the iPhone 7 generation and integrated the headphone jack and charging port so that users can insert headphones with a Lightning interface.
As time goes by, the rhythmic notes linger in the ears, like the whispers of the warm sun and the swaying of the breeze. Every relationship is not a smooth road, there are winds and rains and thorns. , there are also hurts and tears. Because we really care about each other, we can be inadvertently selfish. Because we are afraid of losing each other, we can cherish each other after forgiveness. The real relationship is not about not making noises but staying together after making noises, not There is no heartache, but learning how to get along with each other after heartache. The heartbeat is only a momentary beauty. Only when the heart understands can we never leave for a lifetime. Caressing and wandering, looking at the withered stems and leaves, standing alone in the wind, curling and disappearing, The lonely scenery is filled with a pool of elegance and Zen in a few shades of green and dark green, and the quiet and gentle poetry is permeated. Appreciating this quiet and graceful artistic conception is like looking at the green characters like lotus, falling on the On the soft, white plain paper, the thoughts and thoughts are reflected in the ink.
Admire the misty pines swaying in the wind on the banks of the Qingyi River, like white-haired witches, fluttering in the breeze, look at the snowy coops in the west, pray for good weather and good luck in the coming year, and look out at the snow-covered plateau , Mount Everest is covered with snow, and the scenery is infinite. The Yarlung Zangbo River turns the sincerity of spring, summer and autumn into the best wishes, flowing to the north and south of the motherland, holding snow lotuses from the Tianshan Mountains, picking red beans from the Nanshan Mountains, and sending them to the loving ones. As a token of pure love, people pick shy red maples and give them a pair of frosty chrysanthemums. I wish you a warm and happy winter, happiness and sweetness, all the best, all your wishes come true, bathe in the bright sunshine, and wish you a good career. Thriving and prospering, sleeves on the water bank, brewing the poetry of ancient rhymes, standing in the clear mist of the remaining leaves, holding hands and looking at each other, the sunshine meets the flowers in the years, thousands of flowers, all have a different kind of red, only the extraordinary The lingering flowers have been dried, and the boundless earthly heart will be calm. The wind and moon are soaked in frost, and the red dust of the world is red. The cold branches bloom alone, leaving the fragrance, a few vicissitudes of life, leaving a proud and happy mood.
Autumn is deep, the withered flowers have taken off their red makeup, the autumn water is calm and lonely, and I feel lonely and thin. The ink dyes a pool of broken shadows, and the strings are cool and cool. Yesterday's stunning allure lies quietly, with a wisp left behind. The delicate fragrance precipitates the glitz, and temporarily hides the seeds of silence in the moss under the waves. When the ice and snow melt, we will meet again. On a pool of clear water, white lotus blossoms, and the graceful elegance of the pavilion is planted. In the heart, maybe paint the state of mind with a plain painting, then withering will have a soft and graceful poetic charm. Look at the light black in the wind, the remaining face is condensed, three points of breathing, with the fragrance of healing, will be the dream of rebirth. , quietly blooming, the past and present are close to the dream of a pond of residual lotus. Through the sorrow, a few quiet ink stains fall. In the eyes, the wind has dried up the fragrant fragrance, and the heart has been washed away and the lead is still high. Accompanying the winter girl to walk in nature. , let the soul be at ease and cultivated, cherish the rare leisure time, carefully sandwich the fallen leaves with autumn flavor between the pages of the winter lyric prose collection, and store them in the memory of my mind. At this moment, in my eyes , there is only warm sunshine in winter, she is simple and complex, shallow and profound, breathing fresh air, embracing the innocence and simplicity specially bestowed by nature.