The ageless heart always loses itself in extremely prosperous times and no longer escapes. Looking back with nostalgia, the epitaph says with deep sorrow, I am wearing shackles, and I drink Cangzhou liquor full of silence. From then on, when I was drunk, I was allowed to be a solitary boat. The wandering life of my life was vivid, flickering, and the mottled shadows were illusory, blurry, and remained. I wandered with lonely footprints. When I came, I carried the wind, and when I left, I curled up in the darkness. Sleeping in the corner, I wake up from time to time by nightmares. When the temperature gradually rises and I sit with the breeze and wait for dawn. What should I do?
Ten Years ● Twenty-Four Solar Terms "The First Year" In the beginning of spring of this year, you wait for the time in the store and wait for the ice and snow to melt. In this year's rain, you hold an umbrella on the bluestone road and listen to the rain falling. "The Second Year" In this year's awakening, you traced the copybook and the strokes stuck together, unable to cover up your longing for this year's spring equinox. "Third Year" In this year's Qingming Festival, you traced his face in your memory. In this year's Grain Rain, you couldn't extricate yourself from the dream of taking him home. In this year's Beginning of Summer, you lived peacefully and peacefully, raising your hand. The flowers bloomed. "Fourth Year" This year's little ones seem to have whispers lingering in your ears, and the wind is rustling. This year's awns, you remain silent and wait for the mist to come, and take in all of them. "Fifth Year" During the summer solstice of this year, you followed the scorpion pattern on the stone and traveled to Lhasa. During the summer of this year, you were in hiding and did not feel tired. You were afraid that the road would diverge. "Sixth Year" In the great summer of this year, you and the frost are the companions, staring at the stone statues at the pagoda. In the beginning of autumn, you can't hear the falling trees in Hangzhou and the patter of rain. In the end of the summer, you brush away the snow on his head. He was included in the book: Notes on Tomb Robbers
During Xiaohan, I admired the plum blossoms, saw camellias when I went out, and daffodils bloomed on the window sill; in the Great Cold, there were daphne in the mountains, and there were orchids in front of the hall, and I fried alum for three coins, and the tea warmed my heart; at the beginning of spring, The clusters welcome the spring yellow, and the benefits of spring are all the way. In a blink of an eye, the cherries are red, and the spring trees are pink and purple; the rainwater wets the cauliflower, put on the cotton skirt, the apricot blossoms are bustling in the deep lane, and you can see the plum blossoms smiling on the branches outside the village; I wake up with a startle, and the peach blossoms bloom. In the poem, Ditang forgets his worries, spreads rice paper, and draws half a sea of ??roses on the window. During the spring equinox, on a branch of crabapple, he catches "a small bud hiding a few red dots deep". The pear blossoms on the edge of the fence are white, and the magnolia is bright in the wind. The greasy pink blooms; in the depths of Qingming spring, the tung flowers fall, the wheat flowers write letters, and the willow flowers read; when it comes to Grain Rain, the full moon is painted in front of the peonies, the tea leaves bloom, and the neem flowers shed their fragrance. Isn't it a woman's love for the years? The most affectionate signature. Author: Bai Yin Geli Source: A Silk Flower Letter
After the awakening of stings, the buds on the peach branches woke up. Branches to the east and west, those smiling flowers sprayed out intoxicating fragrance.
The sound of spring thunder was really earth-shattering, and it was indeed a bit like the Awakening of Insects.
The Spring Festival begins with thunder, and the rain never stops.
Or one day I will meet in the clouds of the old days. The roses blooming at dawn, dancing with the wind, accompanied by the thunder that wakes up. I don’t pray for the glory of God. I only want to be closer to your heart, closer to yours. Heart
On an ordinary day in February and March of this year, the fine rain mixed with a little bit of snowflakes was dripping down to the earth. The season is approaching, and of course the snow will no longer remain. It often disappears without a trace before it even hits the ground. The cold and long winter of the Loess Plateau seems to be over, but the truly warm spring is far from coming. Author: Lu Yao Source: The Ordinary World
The light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder starts to wake up the insects. The Tian family has been idle for a few days, and farming has begun. Author: Wei Yingwu
The beginning of spring, rain, the Waking of Insects, and the Spring Equinox. Time flies. Qingming, Guyu, Beginning of Summer, Xiaoman. Love affairs intertwined. Author: The Big Bad Wolf with Wings
The first sound of spring thunder is the Waking of Insects, and here comes the secret book of health care. The temperature and humidity are unpredictable, especially the waist and back need to be protected from the cold. It is suitable to eat light food when it is dry. Make soup with raw pear and rock sugar, less acid and sweeter. Nourishing the spleen, jujube and yam are good recipes for weight loss and fitness. Jog, walk and jump rope.
Surrounded by love and care, happiness and health are with you!
It rains seventy-nine times, the rivers bloom, eighty-nine wild geese arrive, and poplar flowers bloom to scare the bees in the fields.
In the sky after the evening rainbow, there are once again, peach blossom-like clouds decorated with ruffles, It is calligraphy written on the trade wind. I still have the feeling of a recipient. I still remember the intermittently reading of the eavesdrops and ending with a drum... the small window of the sunset's red copper tone, and the many eternal words like the mouth of a mailbox. In the daytime, I put my name in it (it must be for the wind-knowing grass with the inflorescence on the temples!), and the awakening of insects is like a song, and the clarity is like wine, but I am in the silk of the rain, too lazy to sleep like a pupa. Author: Zheng Chouyu
Every winter solstice, a mythical beast named Yurun emerges from the ground. The golden-eyed and white-haired ox-hoofed dragon with its horns feeds on the ghosts that lead the way, and will not drink anything other than melted winter snow water. Turning the world into white light, he swallowed the neon lights in his belly while breathing, and finally died in the first lightning flash of the Waking of Insects.
After the Jingzhe, wait for the Grain Rain peonies to bloom for a season. The hidden green mud stimulates the dark fragrance and fills the nostrils. The quiet ancient path I am looking for your classical style is like the sound of nature, which is distant and beautiful. The swaying dewdrops of ink are dyed with poetic national colors. Tianxiang paints a wisp of elegance and beauty. My love is green and dripping, describing your fresh and dust-free peony. The first bloom of love once appeared in the orchid stream. Encountering the clear sky and clear water, the blue water softened the music. The grace and slenderness stored in the boudoir of Luoyang still grow old silently for love. Listening to the wind chimes in Xiangshan Temple, the memory is very quiet. Who left the quatrains and wish to meet you? Thousands of years of prosperity and beauty are blooming on the rice paper. I smile lightly and pick up my pen. The Sanskrit sounds that penetrate the mountains and rivers clear my thoughts. The bells cover up my sighs and melodious ancient meanings. The Wei and Jin Dynasties are sealed and slept. In the story, I dreamed of the misty rain on the terrace of the Southern Dynasty. The gentle and elegant drunkenness was like a smile, and my eyes were moving. I was approaching but there was no trace. Your beauty was graceful and silent. It was clear under the moonlight of the glitz and prosperity. Source: The beauty of the country and the fragrance of heaven
As time goes by, that deep secret love has grown into a cocoon in my heart. The world of mortals is vast, but the water is weak. I have encountered many unexpected loves on the road, but my love for her still remains in my heart. Time has not invaded it, but it is still as hard as before and has never softened. Without her spring breeze, how could his love come out? It could only be buried deep in the earth, a cavity of hot lava cooling and solidifying into granite. Source: How dare I grow old when you are still in the future
Jingzhe will come soon after the beginning of spring. Every year at this time, a friend will come to see me, but she did not come this year. Not long after, I received a letter with dusty memories. The peach blossoms bloomed in that month of the year, the woman in white clothes and black hair made her drunk when she smiled. The fireworks are the most beautiful, but the remaining clouds in the sky are the most beautiful.
The new green gradually piles up, and the orioles sing tirelessly. At the beginning of late spring, the east wind blows gently, bringing vitality to Xishan. The wild fragrance is fragrant, the trees are lush, the spring water is tinkling, and the returning birds are chirping. The thunder of Jingzhe broke the dead silence of winter, the sunshine warmly called all living beings, and all living things raised their smiles and responded in a high-key manner. The flowers are in bud, and the spring bamboo shoots are just showing their horns, dotted in the lush forest. The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the willow branches swayed gracefully. It can be said that the spring scenery is wonderful and spring is full of joy!
At the beginning of spring, the evergreen snow melts into jade wine, and it is difficult to relieve my sorrow when I miss you thousands of miles away. The thundering orioles are awakened by the thunder, and the grass grows long. I think of the beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the water town in the distance. The light rain of the Qingming Festival brings the fragrance of pear blossoms, and the old friend sheds tears on her thin clothes while dreaming. During the summer solstice, the nights are short and the days are long on the peaks. I can leisurely recall your appearance, describe and think about it. The tea carps in the Yao Pond in the Great Summer are in pairs, and they miss the rain in Suzhou and Hangzhou, a close friend. The autumnal equinox is approaching, the dew is white and the frost is forming, and it is hard to express my heartfelt feelings when I look through the autumn water. The lonely moon in the heavy snow sings softly, a song of mourning for the past ten years. Source: Tieba
As the yang energy grows stronger day by day, peach blossoms bloom red, birds chirp tenderly, the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth are in frequent contact, there are many lightnings in the excitement, the sudden sound of thunder, and the "wake of insects" comes again. Author: Li Bihua Source: Green Snake
After Guyu, I woke up again. I sat down and let the years pass by at will. The romance of Spring and Autumn arranged some anecdotes and casual talk. I made occasional mistakes and omissions. There is no need to be too persistent. Author: Zhaomo Source: The Romance of Spring and Autumn
lt;Phobia of Friendsgt;: From the Waking of Insects all the way to Frost's Descent.
Beginning of Spring, New Year, Spring Floods, Spring Trees, Spring Dreams, Spring Mountains, Qingming, Grain Rain, Early Spring Rains, Waking of Insects, Spring Equinox, Early Spring, Spring Colors
Stop complaining about fate and face life with a grateful attitude. The background of life is endless and desolate. But after seeing through this desolation, if you go back step by step, your life will become warmer little by little. It's like listening to the sound of the flute in the distance in the middle of the night. What he is playing is the love of spring, and what I am listening to is the awakening of life.
Cross the river, cross the river, and cross the entire sea. Walking at night, in the rain, over all the mountains. Waking of Insects, frost falls, spring passes and autumn comes. There is no need to turn around, knowing that you are always there is probably the so-called sense of security.
The swallow returns after the Waking of Insects. The drizzle comes one after another, the spring equinox tadpoles poke their heads under the duckweed, and the Qingming citrus flowers carry their fragrance ten miles away despite the rain. The weather gets hotter after Grain Rain. During the summer solstice, fluffy fruits hang on the peach branches. The great and mild summer heats pass away amidst the sound of cicadas. The white dew passes over the bamboo mats and gives off a cool feeling. During the autumnal equinox, wild geese return south. The gods in charge of the seasons probably caress the earth on the wings of migratory birds. Half of the body is the sky with shifting stars, and half is the earth that grows and withers. Author: Xia Da Source: Zi Buyu
Two people are always warmer than one. The background of life is endlessly desolate, but after seeing through this desolation, if you go back step by step, life will become warmer little by little. It's like listening to the sound of the flute in the distance in the middle of the night. What he is playing is the love of spring, and what I am listening to is the awakening of life.
The spring cold in March penetrated a foreign land, and my eyes were burned until my eyes were red, and my blood was boiling. But you turned up the collar of your coat and turned around and asked me if I was cold or not? After the Jingzhe, it is the Spring Equinox and Qingming Festival. Not far away, I actually understand the local dialect of Guangdong. When the rain translates the vast land into a cyan language! You said, beyond Futian Village is the water surrounding the soil of the motherland. It is within reach of my hand, but what I grabbed back is still a palm. Cold Mist Author: Love Source: Boundary Wangxiang
The ghost is silent, the curtain is flying. Light the green lantern in the middle of the night and the cat will cry hungry. The corpse jumped off the beam, and when time passed, it was startled. It's clear under the moon, it's clear under the moon. Author: Lao Huang Li Source: The Corpse Jumps over the Liang
The twin otters offer sacrifices to the fish and the swan geese return, and the black birds perch and wake up in sleep, dreaming and admiring the full moon, the children are smiling and smiling.
Nature, regardless of the joys, sorrows and joys of the world, always changes the four seasons of the year step by step according to its own laws. In the spring of 1976, with the first thunder of the Waking of Insects, we arrived on the Loess Plateau as scheduled. On the day before Qingming Festival, the weather suddenly turned warm, and the sun warmly shone on the recently thawed earth. In the mountain bay on the other side of the original Xi River, the peach blossoms were in full bloom again. On the gentle slopes on both sides of the river, the green grass sprouts that have just emerged from the ground are mixed with withered grass, yellow and green, showing a full of vitality. Willow silk is like a girl's hair, swaying in the spring breeze. There is no sign of the swallows yet. They are probably still on their way back north at this time and will fly back in a day or two. The original Xihe River has long been freed from the shackles of the ice, and flows joyfully into the distance... Author: Lu Yao Source: Ordinary World
Maybe one day I will meet in the cloudy days of the old days and bloom in the wind and rain Jasmine meditates with the thunder of Waking of Insects, not for the glory of the Dharma, the sound and appearance, but only wants to be closer to the old time and the old appearance
Listen to the cold rain. Look at that cold rain. Sniff, smell, that cold rain, lick, that cold rain. The rain is on his umbrella, on the umbrellas of millions of people in this city, on raincoats, on houses, and on antennas. It rains in Keelung Port, on the breakwater, and on the boats in the strait. It rains in Qingming this season. Yu is a woman and should be the most emotional. The rain is misty and psychedelic. If you smell it carefully, it is refreshing and refreshing, with a little mint fragrance. When it is strong, it actually emits a faint earthy smell that is unique to grass and trees. Maybe it is the smell of earthworms and snails. After all, it is the awakening of stings. Maybe there is life above and below the ground, maybe there are layers of memories in ancient China. They are all stupid and crawling, maybe it is the subconsciousness and dreams of plants, that fishy smell.
After the Waking of Insects, the spring cold intensifies. First the weather is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes drizzling, the sky is damp and the ground is wet, even in dreams, it seems like there is an umbrella Hold on. Author: Yu Guangzhong Source: Listen to the Cold Rain
Among the solar terms in spring, the warmest is the vernal equinox, when the east wind thaws, sending away the cold winter; the most moist is the rain, which makes vegetation sprout; I feel the most energetic The most regrettable thing is the Jingzhe, "If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to make a sound?" "The Jingzhe begins with a thunder"; the most regrettable thing is the Spring Equinox, every year I want to try the "Spring Equinox Egg Erecting" but I forget every year; the last thing is the Spring Equinox. The smell is Qingming, and the fresh aroma of new tea is heard; the busiest time is Grain Rain, before and after Grain Rain, melons and beans are planted, and the flowers are red and the grass is green. Let's go for an outing.
Author: Lin Dihuan Source: Time Pictures
What you want is the awakening of life, but I only have the love of spring. Later, I had the splendor of spring, but you fell in love with the tenderness of the other three seasons. In these years of people coming and going, we are just passersby passing by. Author: Hedgehog's Grace Source: Yibo Yuntian
Frogs know the stings of insects, and seedlings know the rain and dew. Falling leaves tell us about autumn. I know friendship. My friendship is deep and I miss you to this day. My friend, it’s winter, so put on more clothes when you go out. People are always afraid of colds, so they need to take supplements in winter. Good health and happiness.
Who is listening outside the city to the sound of candlelight, moon shadow, harp, harp, and the sound of the Nai River? The beauty is still awake from her dream. Xiao Lang wakes up with a song in the courtyard. Who is it? She is drunk and the beautiful figure in the courtyard is leaning on the emerald jade fan screen. Is it true love when we sit and drink tea? The beauty smiles. It’s another year of sleep. The rain hasn’t stopped yet. The spring light has reached the place of lovesickness. I’m in the clouds. My life is established. There are many deep feelings. The moon is moving, the shadows of the flowers are moved by the wind and the sorrowful silk. Three thousand greetings only lament the evil love. Author: Nian
Just like the snow stepping into its hibernation, the horse's hooves are singing a beautiful song, and the luxuriance of the slope is falling thousands of miles away. I want to marry a camellia, a lychee flower, and him. This enamel bowl holds water and fragrance, and the peony pavilion is the same as before. You are always quietly stunning, with vulgarity and elegance.
In spring, I hid the spring breeze with half a sleeve. I will accompany you to see the thousands of distant mountains and the chirping of insects. Three points call for butterflies and fireflies, three points shake grass and trees, and four points brush your eyebrows.
I walked alone through the Beginning of Winter, the light snow, the heavy snow, the light cold, the Beginning of Spring, the frost and the severe winter solstice, but I didn’t meet you... Author: Ao Fan Source: If the world is frozen
Two people are always together Warmer than a person. The background of life is endlessly desolate, but after seeing through this desolation, if you go back step by step, life will become warmer little by little. Listening to the sound of the flute in the distance in the middle of the night, he is playing the love of spring, and I am listening to the awakening of life.
Jingzhe, spring thunder and all the insects go out and look up at the dark sky. Author: Shi Guang. Entrance and Exit: Seasons
At that moment, the young man’s face, which originally looked soft and bright, suddenly changed. There is a cold smell emanating from it. Under that coldness, it seems to be a kind of coldness and coldness like a blade. That feeling is like the awakening of insects quietly surging in the lazy clouds, inadvertently revealing the sharpness and majesty. Source: The Great Master
"Broken Array·Qingming Viewing" In late spring, the clear stream is full of green willows, and the brown road stretches along the Awakening of Insects. Purple flowers are blooming in the shade outside the window, and you can still see the white snow in front of the wall. The oriole chirped several times. Later generations continued to sweep the tombs, and bones were found everywhere in the mountains. Yellow paper was used as a futon tomb in sorrow, and wax torches burned into ashes in front of the tomb. The walk down the mountain was sad. Author: Huang Yi Source: There is a Temple in Words
The beginning of spring in February: the east wind thaws and the stinging insects begin to vibrate, the fish and the scorpion bear the ice rain: the otter sacrifices the fish, the wild geese are waiting for the wild geese, and the grass and trees sprout in the north. The awakening of the insects in March: the beginning of peach blossoms in Huacang Geng The singing eagle turns into a dove at the vernal equinox: the blackbird arrives and thunders and starts to sound. In April, the Qingming Festival: at the beginning of the flowering period, the field mouse turns into a rainbow and begins to see the Grain Rain: at the beginning of spring, the singing dove flutters its feathers and the hoopoe descends on the mulberry. In May, the beginning of summer: the cricket The singing earthworms come out and the melons are born. The bitter vegetables are showing and the grasses are dying. The wheat is growing in autumn. In June, the awns are growing: the mantises are growing and the cuckoos are beginning to sing and retort silently. : Fucao is used to moisten the earth and moisten the soil during the hot summer and when heavy rains occur. The beginning of autumn in August: the cool breeze turns to white dew, the chill falls and the cicadas chirp to end the heat: eagles sacrifice birds, the sky and earth begin to purge the crops, and the white dew arrives in September: swan geese come, black birds return to their flocks, birds rear their shame, Autumn Equinox: thunder begins to subside, insects bite, and water begins to dry up. Author : Ren Zhong Source: Notes from Nature
I'm afraid of the awakening of insects late at night, when everything revives and the trade wind becomes green again. The shadows of the jungle trees are whirling, and the crows and magpies are singing incomprehensible tunes. The ancient pines that have dominated the whole winter are towering in color and golden in color. Looking eastward towards the sea, Yanshan Mountain lingers. The Book of Songs says: The crane's cry is heard in the sky. This is Song's hope. Once under the clear breeze and moonlight, the clear flute was fluttering, and a crane came to greet me. Nong Yu drove him around among the pine trees and jade stones, enjoying himself and forgetting to return. As the saying goes: Good birds choose trees to roost in. With the company of pine and crane, the love is true and the fun is peaceful. They also crossed paths twice, blended twice, and finally became attached to each other.
I just hope that the touching words of love are what you say, the hot water in the cup is what you pour, the sweat on the palm of your hand is the cold you caught, and the satisfying gift you gave me on my birthday. You have spent Valentine's Day, Children's Day, Christmas, Spring and Autumn Equinox, Summer Solstice, and Grain Rain with you. The smile on your face is for me, and the frown on your face is for me.
Softly Whispering in my ears, my temples are grinding, spring is coming, and I am awakened. There is a beautiful woman who goes through the needle and threads to sew my long gown, cloth, and soft belt.
The piano master doesn’t know that you have played the lute with your face hidden, so I don’t understand the twists and turns of your jade flute and the horizontal harp. The general does not know that you have been bloody in the battlefield, whether you have died or been pardoned, so he does not know that you have been so thorough on your way back in triumph. Mr. Li Ge does not know that you have been affectionate and responded to your smile with great affection, so he does not understand the deep affection under your beautiful face. Hao Che, so I don’t understand the thousands of hills and valleys you rode in the rivers and lakes. The king doesn’t know that you spent half your life fighting for this throne, so I don’t understand the hearts of your princes and generals. I don’t know that Jinshi doesn’t know that you once were covered with frost and snow on the paper, so I woke up. I don’t understand that you are a painter who can be found at your fingertips after studying hard in the cold window. I don’t know that you once painted a beautiful landscape with ink. So I don’t understand the antique colors in your wonderful paintings. The prince doesn’t know that you once helped the world. You have no thoughts and no self. So I don’t understand your stern voice in your dying years. The actor doesn't know that you were exactly the same in and out of the play, so I don't understand your infatuation under the rouge and gorgeous makeup.
You said you obeyed God's actions, and we were together for life and death. Later, I congratulated you for being born together. You said you were brave. But in a word, don’t say that those who come after hardships will be lost. Emotions and thoughts lead you and you say the road is natural. Joys and sorrows are complicated and you later take the risk of gentleness. From the north to the south, you say you survive in danger. The tomb is deep, but you give up and say goodbye and then leave easily. After awakening from the awakening, we talked about the return journey. You said that we have been thinking for a long time all night, dreaming about the past life, and then we broke into the army. I found this place. You said that the lights of thousands of cities were like, how noisy and noisy. Then the crowds rose and fell, and the ears and temples were scratched. You said that the chaos of the world has come. , after ten years of working together, they said that the next generation was in chaos and later came to the end of the world. With a whisper, the world is stable for you
The wild geese come to scare you, the black bird arrives on the vernal equinox, you worship your ancestors on the Qingming Festival, and you start to cook tea in the Grain Rain.
When I climbed to Juyongguan again, I didn’t hear the spring breeze cutting the willow leaves, and I saw fine snow sweeping the courtyard. Jingzhe didn't dare to move because he was on the north bank of the south of the Yangtze River. How many sparrows are building old nests? The east wind has not yet passed through Juyongguan. There is no beacon fire, but there are many white bones. How many people can see it?
There is no absolute stability in life. Since we are all passers-by, we should carry a calm and indifferent heart and walk through the fleeting years with a smile. Look at the ups and downs of the human world. Two people are always warmer together than alone. The background of life is endless desolation, but after seeing through this desolation, and walking back step by step, life will become warmer little by little. Listening to the sound of the flute in the distance in the middle of the night, he is playing the love of spring, and I am listening to the awakening of life.
…°In the season of the Waking of Insects, there was no rain, but there was a snowfall in the dark night sky. It was extremely cold and unseasonable. The peach blossoms on the trees must have been weighed down by the accumulation of ice and snow. Are the swallows returning in spring also watching under the eaves whether the snow is winter or warm spring? Where do the drizzles that bring everything back to spring hide and enjoy themselves?
The soul instinctively searches for what exists in The golden seal in fearlessness has been dormant for too long, and finally awakened. Source: Zhiyin Manke
?The sorrow of spring has disappeared for a while. It seems that the person is drunk and can't wake up. The misty rain is wet and dry. The apricot blossoms are frightening and cold. ?The saliva pot is about to break. Who can make peace with Jue Jing? I need more clothes tonight. Does that person know?
The heart is unpredictable and the love is everlasting. But unexpectedly, time is like a river. I have spent my whole life and still don’t want to leave. I forget the music on the other side of the river. Behind the bead curtain, you are a guest. When you are drunk, you take the harp and sing loudly. I harmonize the sound of the wind with my flute, and dance gracefully while playing the harp and harp. It was a cold rain coming from Chengtian. At night when Zhijun and his party returned from the south of the Yangtze River, I held up a lantern and looked sideways at the shore. I suddenly heard the sound of a flower boat playing a harp and a harp. In Xiaoxiangshe, the clear rain stings me. I get up in the Qiaolou to listen to the guests from the south. I can hear the people from the north dancing the harp and harp in the floating boat, covered with light candles. The west wind is bad, the firewood is mulberry in the east house, the red sleeves are fragrant, Zhou Lang is rising, the river is motionless, Chu Tiange is singing, and the drunken man in the evening is criticizing the harp.
How many accidents, passing through the dust, two hearts bumped into happiness together, or you are waiting for you, a story that can last a lifetime, curling up in the graceful grace of the heart. The sound of wind and rain at night, so close and yet so far, still cannot stop the hint of spring from falling into the eyes, instantly filling the thin heart.
Those times that slowed down were very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the soft voice of the setting sun. The tenderness and whiteness of life are reflected in the freehand brushwork of ink, and the shyness of low eyebrows rests in the deep affection of Jingzhe. I just want to be a nameless little flower on the street, with my first love on my sleeves. Everyone who walks by can wear flowers on their lapels and cherish them in their blooming smiles. Three thousand romantic moons, I only want to stay with you until the end of my life. In the rush of faith, there is a special taste, with the brightness of the warm sun, the poetic verdure, and the years are so quiet.
Can Meng’s eyebrows were furrowed and his face was blue, and he was haunted by dreams and frightened. Tears soaked my clothes and stuck to my pillow, leaving me alone to wait for my dream to come back.
After the Jingzhe, it was the Spring Thunders' turn to go to work. No, many Lei's servants, Xiao Wuyun, were fighting over who could get to work first.
The sky is filled with depression, the sky is shaking, and the heart is chilling with the rain. It's funny that young people have little knowledge, and lovers will suffer in the end.
Mizu Yeyi's "Jingzhe" The blood debt must be paid with blood, but after revenge, only a void is left. A.I. Author: Li Bihua Source: Ghost Series
As soon as the Waking of Insects passed, the spring cold intensified. First the weather is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes drenching, sometimes pattering, the sky is tidal and the ground is so wet, even in a dream, it seems like there is an umbrella holding it. And just with an umbrella, you can escape a burst of cold rain, but you can't escape the entire rainy season. Even the thoughts are moist. Going home every day, I zigzag through the labyrinth of alleys from Kinmen Street to Xiamen Street. Walking into the rainy and windy weather makes me even more imaginative. Thinking about Taipei looking so miserable is like a black and white film. Thinking about the entire history of China is nothing more than a black and white film. It rained like this from the beginning to the end of the film. I wonder if this feeling comes from Antonioni. But that piece of land has been missing for a long time. Twenty-five years and a quarter of a century, even if it rains, it is separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of umbrellas. For fifteen years, everything has been cut off. Only the climate and weather reports are still involved. A big cold wave rolled in from that land. I share this coldness with the ancient continent. You can't throw yourself into her arms. Being swept by the hem of her skirt can be regarded as comforting your admiration.
Will you be safe when my hair reaches my waist? The morning light is misty, and the sunset is illuminated by candlelight. When my hair reaches my waist, can you please come back? The lost butterfly will finally return after a long absence, and the swan geese will return to their nest in the south. When my hair reaches my waist, could you please stay here? The running water is gurgling, and the fallen leaves are rustling in the cold dew. When my hair reaches my waist, will you please forget my love? The sound of joy rises in the north city, and the wedding clothes flutter in the south courtyard. Huo Xiangu
She tells her love in the dark hours between half asleep and half awake. She can't speak yet and whispers in a low voice. In her deep sleep of winter nights, the earth suddenly wakes up, and the green grass and flowers bloom in an instant. Ignore it. Ignoring the white snow that is flying by. Author: Robert Graves
In my mind, I vaguely flashed back to the long corridor where swords were hidden in the south of the Yangtze River when I was a boy. A scene of mist and rain separated the mortal world far, far away. . I stood side by side with him, listening to him tell stories about his experiences, and these were stored in my life like legends. Cold dew stings, morning mist and sky river, thousands of years have passed together. It’s just that the world is huge, and in the end our way back is still cut off in this troubled world. When we first saw it, the twilight was low. Have you ever seen the fluorescent light on the other side, which flickered and flickered thousands of times? It was probably the best light I have ever seen. Author: Si Xia Source: Huahegui
The breeze blows gently in March, and wild flowers bloom on the quiet paths. No one fails to look at the trees along the river, with their peach blossoms showing off their beauty. I walked alone into the wind, feeling the coolness reflected in the dust. Who laughs when I am sad, sad, sad, and a sound of spring thunder wakes up the insects. "The Awakening of Insects" has no name
The geese passing by leave a sound, and the flying geese wake up and wake up. The passing geese leave a sound, and the flying geese startle. When the jackdaw returns at dusk, the shadow of the twilight in the blue smoke slightly raises the wine to the solitary hong, and the shadow of the wild goose looks sideways at the clear and shallow water. Gui Hong's voice was melodious and affectionate, and it seemed that the appeal was longer. It's a pity that my shadow is alone in the wind, and no one wants to stay.
Wandering on the edge of the world, crossing the horizon alone, listening to unknown music, drifting in the long river of time, from the bright full moon beside the Qin Mausoleum to the top of the pyramid, where the moonlight stretches the side face of the wall, and I can’t recall vaguely. Stop replaying that day, the memories slowly reappear like the fluttering butterfly, the adventure of the high mountains, Jingzhe's sword pointing to the sky, melting the endless night, and the endless source of tomorrow: Jingzhe
After the beginning of spring, there is Jingzhe. Source: East Evil and West Poison
When will the departed person be willing to fall into a dream to pick up a pen and feel regretful about painting? The two otters sacrifice the fish and the swans return The clouds on the temples are full of ducks and ducks, and the green water is swaying with light play.
I'm afraid that late at night, the market is crowded with fish and dragons, mixed with human voices, and bustling with people. It is a unique experience for a small group of people to drink tea quietly in the midst of chaos. Pu'er Dancong Oolong Zhengshan flows in the stone ladle of Qin Quan's well in Xishi, and it is accompanied by refreshments to taste and share warmth with each other. This is a leisurely scene with no one around, illuminated by the breeze and sunshine at noon on holiday. It's almost time to wake up, the ice melts, the snow melts, everything revives, the tree branches are full of emotion, the elegant birds chirp, the hand-carried shoulder carries the logistics gathering and dispersing, and the heavy traffic. When you open your eyes, you will be filled with admiration, jealousy, anxiety, and desires. When you close your eyes, you will feel empty with a few words and a half cup. Zhou Zuoren said: Half a day of leisure with a few friends can save ten years of dreams. Now I realize it!
I have been free and happy all my life, so what if I am given half of my country? It is better to break flowers, drink wine, and forget about the world. Source: Jingzhe·Guiyun
The Jingzhe at the beginning of spring begins with thunder, the insects wake up and all things are refreshed; Ganqi drinks tea and watches the rain, and the book is curled up with two or three poems.
All the old things seem to have come from a very distant day and night, waking up all the way.
Little Humanities\Lam Tie (Chen Xianzhong) was shocked, the streets in the south are so lively and the professional goddess is super hot. It’s time to avenge the suffering master with a doll paper, hold a wooden clog, chant a curse and beat you to death. , Waiting for you to be angry and crackling, there is a rhythm to pull the Water Margin. Cultural leaders *** Seek common ground between the two, and don’t let the villain take over
Jingzhe wakes up from the name of the goddess. You only want a human love, how can the gorgeous and cold Athena or Medea? Comparable to a lover's dusty shoulders.
The window lattice has withered and broken red. I am drunk in the post house and murmurs. That year was misty and misty. I went on a boat to a foreign land to explore the small stream. The pines and cypresses are green. You are tailoring clothes and waiting for me. Returning to my hometown, the old phoenixes are all over the courtyard and alleys. I am holding you in my arms. Chen Huang and Danqing dare not go and sigh. The west building may not have a bright moonlight. Perhaps the southern swallows shed tears and say goodbye. The young man is crazy and drunk tonight and sings a dream-like song. My thoughts are like a surging wave, but I have already gone to find the fairy. I have spare love in the distance. The night wind in Broken Bridge Township suddenly brings the fragrance of osmanthus and fireworks. The beautiful moon has been in the west chamber for a few days, but you are missing by my side. The seal incense is burned. I climb high to watch the yellow crane fly. The wings are solitary and the sail is far away on the river. The sound of the water train at night during the Double Ninth Festival. I will bid farewell to you. I will bid you farewell to the pavilion next to the stream. At dusk, I will look at the long and winding mountain road day and night. It is difficult to find it again. The fragrance of the agarwood in the old year, the awakening of stings, and the flowers weighing on the heavy door. Two lines of tears. Now the Spring Festival couplets have been replaced. A few pictures last night, the rain and the wind suddenly rushed to the lotus pond, waiting for me to return, but I have already gone to the wormwood to add to the desolation. Tonight, I sang drunkenly
Looking back on ten years, the road is long, and the whole life is innocent and the moon is half-strung. The rocks do not move, but there is the sound of stinging insects, and the pampas grass silk is soft, but the frost is cold.
The cold dew has passed, the frost has fallen, and I don’t know the awakening of insects. Then, can the summer festival really break the dullness of winter? I am different from you. I like snowy days, I like snowflakes, and I only love that. A ray of cold.
The sound of cicadas accompanies the wandering clouds. After the memory begins, I look quietly into the distance at the old well and dry pond covered with grass. A wisp of the past morning light disturbs the new mulberry wind on the road. The fallen flowers in front of the court are chased through the cloister by thick ink. My plain clothes and white clothes are dyed by the flow of emotions. The sun is slightly cool, the strings of the piano are slightly cool, the sound of the wind is sparse, the world is in a hurry, breathing is slightly cool, my mind is slightly cool, and the passing years are in a hurry. Right or wrong, it doesn’t matter. You have been tossed around in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see your last glance. My face is burned out, time is gone, don’t leave me alone, I am withering in my dreams, fireflies are willing to forget the summer nights, if I have to say goodbye to this time, my skirt is accidentally stained with the fragrance of lotus, and I fall into the dust, my teeth are lightly stepping on the candle flame. Shaking, all the hustle and bustle are depicted on the painting, from the awakening all the way to the frost, the tears are condensed into lines of poetry, the lights are slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, it is difficult to paint, the illusion is difficult to interpret, the dream is cool, the plot is cool, the illusion is overlapping, and the sadness turns out to be parting because of the deep attachment to the author. : Mu Qingming Source: Koi Copy
You are the few reds left in my palette and the dying stings in my tired blood vessels
Ten years of waiting for the coming It was only a short moment. However, when he saw the dead bones behind the door and the ancient knife in his hand, he realized that everything was empty. "I should have gone with you ten years ago if I had known this. Why would I have to wait ten years for despair..." Another year of the Waking of Insects comes, and everything revives. Jingzhe, Jingzhe, you can wake up countless creatures, why can't you wake up the two withered bones inside and outside the door on Changbai Mountain? Source: Notes on Tomb Robbers
In the beautiful month of fireworks, in the west chamber, the seal incense burns out, I Climb high and look. In the misty rain alley, the waterwheel is ringing, and I put the dogwood on my temples. At dusk in the Xiting Pavilion, you look at it day and night. The mountain road is winding and long. It's hard to find the fragrance of agarwood from the old year again, and the flowers that wake up from the awakening of insects weigh heavily on the door with two lines of tears. When I wake up from a dream, a glimpse of my eyes wets my eyes
The wind blows and flowers fall, the smoke and clouds deep in the palace are cold; the beauty applies pink and white, and the faint fragrance surrounds her clothes. The autumn wind is bleak, and paper kites express lovesickness; year after year, from the awakening of insects to the arrival of frost. Source: Zhiyin Manke
The warm wind and warm clouds send me drunkenly, and my daughter puts on pink cheeks and a little rouge. Who do you have sex with when you warm up with a cup of old wine? How can you recognize the importance of being a stranger in a foreign land? The disease is spread in the cracks and cracks, the crane moves away from the solitary mountain, and the hairpin-headed phoenix sinks into the garden. If you are frightened, the big dream will go away, but a small sting will fly from north to south. Dielianhua. Jingzhe
After the Jingzhe, a spring rain came slowly. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom beside the school road. A wave of red covered the green waves. It was hard to tell whether they were flowers or leaves. They were decorated on the branches. The tall cherry trees are covered in rain and fog, adding to the hazy beauty. The breeze carries the petals and the fragrance blows towards my face. The tender pink petals are stained with rain and dew, and they look shimmering in the spring light. The flowers and leaves are growing together, and they are beautiful and colorful. Taking a gentle breath, the air is filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, which is the breath left by the breath of life. The school road is deserted, and the rain has fallen flowers, making it even more profound and moving.
Don’t ask me why I love you, it just came suddenly, like the spring thunder that awakened the earth, without warning, but struck suddenly, so I knew that I fell in love with you, just like the earth responds to the green field. Author: Xi Juan
p>Cangsheng is singing, and in the middle of the night, it is revealed that no one is there. Her pretty face is covered with tassels, but there is nothing she can do about marrying a husband from another family. The iron horse fights fiercely, watching the sword by burning the lamp and singing songs. One thousand eight hundred times, the man conquered the battlefield and swallowed mountains and rivers. I am not Jiao'e, singing softly in front of the stage with heavy makeup. People's hearts are always sinister, and if you dream again, you will be painted with colors in the palace. We are in opposite directions, and the beautiful woman and I are separated by the world. I woke up again in the summer night, and suddenly realized that life is like water that dries up easily. The idle clouds and wild cranes are retreating to the mountains and fields, wishing to plant crops. There is a clear river next to the thatched cottage, and I can take a leisurely look at the flowers in front of the garden and their calyxes. You enter the flower book, and you enter the pavilion with your joy. The light gauze is surrounded by the world of mortals, and I have a fragrant kiss with Qing Liang at night. Love is in Orchid, and the autumn waves are as clear as clear water. The destiny is engraved in my heart, and even the reincarnations of humans and ghosts will not cut it off. In power negotiations, the situation will be divided. I am a stranger in a foreign land. When I wake up from a dream, I realize that friendship is all about strategies.
As soon as the hibernation was over, the weather suddenly warmed up, the mountains and fields turned green, and the willow branches sprouted new buds. There was a spring thunder, and the oily spring rain also fell in patter. The mountains and plains are shrouded in gauze-like rain and mist, fresh, moist, and as beautiful as a painting.
It is the color of the moment of nirvana. Who raises the flag and is hotter than the fire. When I raise my eyes, the mountains and rivers have changed. I sing three hundred nights of love songs for you. The dust and earth fly like passers-by. When I look at it from afar, do I feel reluctant to leave Chongning Qi? In the spring of the same year, the white tiger followed the black crow, and under the dark moon, the reverse traveler Big Dipper knew that the road ahead was tortuous and thousands of people were drinking in front of a cup, saying that there was no way to go home.