Ten years ● Twenty-four solar terms "the first year" This year in beginning of spring, when you look at the store, it melts. This year's rain, you hold an umbrella on the bluestone road, listening to the sound of rain. "The Second Year" this year's surprise, you describe the copybook, the strokes stick together, and you can't hide your concern about this year's vernal equinox. "The Third Year" This year's Qingming, you described his face in your memory. In this year's Grain Rain, you can't get rid of the dream of taking him home. In the long summer of this year, you lived quietly and shook off the flowers with your hand. In the fourth year, your ears were full of whispers, and this year's ears were full of whispers. You are silent, waiting for the fog to come. In the fifth year, on the summer solstice, you followed the scorpion pattern on the stone to Lhasa. This summer, you were not tired when you were in Tibet, but you were afraid of bifurcation. In the summer of the sixth year, you stared at the frosted stupa. In the early autumn of this year, you can't hear the rustle of fallen trees or the sound of raindrops ticking. In the summer of this year, you brushed away the snowflakes all over his head and made him remember them vividly. Author: notes on grave robbery
Enjoy plum blossoms in a slight cold, go out to see camellia, and open daffodils on the windowsill; There is Daphne in Hanshan, Lanyou in front of the hall, San Qian in fried mountain alum, and tea warms people's hearts; Beginning of spring has a cluster of spring yellows, which benefit from spring all the way. The cherry turns red in the blink of an eye, and a tree looks purple; Rain wet cauliflower, put on cotton skirt, deep lane apricot blossom, watch plum blossom laugh outside the village; Under a shock, the peach blossom turned into a poem. Tang Di forgot his troubles, spread out rice paper and painted the roses into the sea. At the vernal equinox, on a begonia, I caught that "Little Bud hides a little red", and there are white flowers on the hedge, and Mulan is pure and beautiful, and the wind is tired of blooming; Qingming spring is deep, tung flowers fall, wheat flowers write letters, and willow flowers read; When I arrived in Grain Rain, I drew a full moon in front of the peony flowers. The tea buds were open and the neem flowers were fragrant, which was a woman's most affectionate signature to the years. Author: Silver Gree Source: Silk Flower Letter
After the sting, the buds of the peach tree branches woke up, one in the east and the other in the west. Those smiling flowers spewed intoxicating fragrance.
These spring thunder are really earth-shattering, really a little shocking.
Thunder represents the Spring Festival, and it never stops raining.
Or one day I meet the rose in full bloom in the morning light in the ancient clouds, dancing with the wind and praying with thunder, not for the glory of God, but to be closer to your heart, your heart.
February and March, 2008, an ordinary day, fine drizzle with little snowflakes falling on the earth. The season is coming, of course, it won't keep snowing. Often disappear without a trace before landing. The cold and long winter on the Loess Plateau seems to be over, but the really warm spring is far from here. Author: Lu Yao Source: Ordinary World
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Author: Wei
Beginning of spring, rain, fright, vernal equinox. Time flies. Qingming, Grain Rain, Long Summer, Xiaoman. Things are intertwined. Author: Wolf with wings
At the beginning of spring thunder, health tips are sent, and the temperature is changeable. The back needs to keep out the cold, dry and easy to eat. Raw pears and rock sugar are used to make soup, and less acid is used to sweeten and strengthen the spleen. Jujube and yam are both effective. In the season of losing weight and fitness, jogging and skipping rope. Deep concern surrounds you, and happiness and well-being accompany you!
Rain, seven rivers, eight rivers, eight geese, nine flowers, flowers, and plants.
The sky behind the rainbow in the evening, like a peach blossom, is a framed cloud and calligraphy written on the trade wind. I still remember the feeling of the recipient, I still remember the intermittent dripping of water from the eaves, and finally a drum fell ... the small window with sunset red tone, countless eternal days like the mouth of the mailbox, and the title of my name was put into it (it was the bee grass in the sideburns! ) and I am as surprised as a song, as clear as wine, but as lazy as a pupa in the rain. Author: Zheng Chouyu
Every winter, a god beast named Yu jumps out of the ground. Golden-eyed, white-haired, ox-footed dragon horns feed on ghosts and don't melt winter snow or drink. Turn all corners of the country into white awns, swallow neon into your stomach between breaths, and finally die in the first lightning of fright.
After the shock, when Grain Rain Peony blooms for a season, the green mud that is not exposed will remind you of Dimfragrance. I am looking for your classical style, like the distant and beautiful voice of nature, the dew swaying in the ink, which will dye poetry and draw a ray of elegance and beauty. My love is green. Describe your fresh peony, spotless, and your first love. Lanxi once met a clear sky, and the melody was tactfully preserved in Luoyang boudoir. I silently went to Xiangshan Temple to listen to wind chimes for love. The memory is very calm. Who left a quatrain to see you? Sanskrit on rice paper is full of prosperity and beauty for thousands of years. Clear thoughts, covered by bells, melodious sighs. I fell asleep in the story. Dreaming of the misty rain on the balcony of the Southern Dynasties, it was warm and elegant, but I fell in love with those eyes with a smile, but not near.
Time flies, that deep secret love has grown into a cocoon in my heart. The world of mortals, weak water 3 thousand, Lu Yu accidentally added a lot of love, but the love for her stayed in her heart, years did not invade, but as always hard, never soft. Without her spring breeze, how could his love come out of shock? It can only be buried deep in the soil, and a cavity of hot lava cools and condenses into granite. How dare I get old when you are still in the future?
Shortly after beginning of spring, I was shocked. At this time every year, a friend comes to see me, but she didn't come this year. Not long after, I received the dusty memory of Na Yue Peach Blossom that year. Women are drunk with laughter, fireworks are the most beautiful, but the sky is fading.
The new green is gradually overlapping, and the warbler is tireless. At the beginning of late spring, the east wind blows gently, bringing great vitality to the western hills. The wild fragrance is rich, the beautiful wood is cloudy, the spring is tinkling, and the birds are singing. Thunder broke the dead silence of winter, the sun enthusiastically called for all beings, and everything raised its smiling face and responded with high profile. Flowers are in bud, and bamboo shoots have just emerged, dotted with lush forests. The breeze blew, the leaves rustled and the willow branches swayed gently. It's really a beautiful spring, full of spring!
Beginning of spring's white snow melts jade, and it's hard to miss you for thousands of miles. Thunder and thunder, orioles fly long, Yaosi Yiren sleeps in Shuicheng fragrance. Pear blossoms are fragrant in the light rain, so the tears in the dream are thin. In summer, the days are short and the nights are long, so I can remember your face and describe it. In summer, Yaochi tea carp are paired, caring about each other and bathing in Suzhou and Hangzhou. The autumnal equinox is approaching the Millennium in first frost, and it is difficult to tell the truth from the truth. The snow is lonely and the moon is light, and there is no song for ten years Source: Post Bar
The sun is shining, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the birds are tender, the yin and yang of heaven and earth are in frequent contact, and there are a lot of lightning in the agitation, and the thunder suddenly rings, which is another "shock". Author: Li Bihua Source: Green Snake
After Grain Rain, he was shocked to let the years pass at will and let everyone sit down. "Romance Spring and Autumn Annals" arranged some rambling words, saying that you don't need to be too persistent, and listen to the occasional mistakes, causes and consequences. Author: Zhao Mo Source: Romantic Spring and Autumn Period
& lt friend phobia > I went all the way from panic to the first frost.
Beginning of spring Spring Water Spring Tree Spring Dream Spring Mountain Qingming Grain Rain Early Spring Rain Starts Spring Equinox Early Spring.
Don't blame fate, face life with gratitude. The background of life is endless desolation, but if you see through this desolation and go back step by step, life will warm up a little. It's like listening to the distant flute in the middle of the night He is blowing the love around spring, and I am listening to the shock of life.
Cross the river, cross the river, cross the sea. Night road, rain, all over the mountains. Jing Zhe, the first first frost, went to Qiu Lai in the spring. You don't have to turn around to know that you have been there, which is probably the so-called sense of security.
The swallow returned after being frightened. It rained again in Mao Mao. At the vernal equinox, tadpoles poked their heads under duckweed, and the clear citrus flowers were indomitable and fragrant in the rain. After Grain Rain, the weather became hot. On the solstice of summer, the peach branches are covered with furry fruits, and the summer heat is spent in cicadas. Thousands of years of bamboo mats radiate coolness. At the autumnal equinox, the geese return to the south. The god in charge of the four seasons probably caresses the earth through the wings of the queen bird. The body holds up half the sky, and half the earth is dying. Author: April Source: Meridian Rain
Two people are always warmer than one person. The background of life is endless desolation, but after seeing through this desolation, we will walk back step by step and our life will be warmer. It's like listening to the distant flute in the middle of the night He is blowing the love around spring, and I am listening to the shock of life.
After walking through the cold spring in March, my eyes were burning red and my blood was boiling, but you turned up your coat collar and asked me if I was cold. After the shock, even the vernal equinox and Tomb-Sweeping Day are not far away. I actually understand Cantonese. When the rain turns the vast land into a blue language, here it is! You said that Futian village is the soil of the old country surrounded by water, and it is within reach, but what I caught was still a cold fog. Author: Love Source: Looking at the border,
Ghosts don't talk, curtains fly. At midnight, the cat is hungry. A dead body jumped off the beam. It was shocking. It's sunny under the moon, sunny under the moon. Author: Old Imperial Calendar Source: Jumping corpse beam
Double rex sacrifices the fish and geese to the sky, and the mysterious bird lives in the waking hours, smiling at the moon.
Regardless of the joys and sorrows of the world, nature always changes the seasons step by step according to its own laws. 1976 In the spring, with the first thunder, I came to the Loess Plateau as scheduled. The day before in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the climate suddenly turned warmer, and the sun shone warmly on the unfrozen land. Peach blossoms are in full bloom in the mountain bay on the other side of the original Xihe River. On the gentle slopes on both sides of the river, grass buds and hay that have just left the land are mixed together, yellow, yellow and green, showing great vitality. Wicker is like a girl's hair, swaying in the spring breeze. The swallow is still missing. They are probably still on their way back to the north and will fly back in a day or two. It turns out that the Xihe River has already lifted the imprisonment of hard ice and is singing and flowing far away ... Author: Lu Yao Source: Ordinary World
Or one day I met jasmine flowers blooming in the wind and rain on an old cloudy day, and meditated with thunder, not for glory, but for being closer to the old time and the old face.
Listen, the cold rain. Look at that cold rain. Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain. The rain fell on his umbrella, on the umbrellas, raincoats, houses and antennas of millions of people in this city. It's raining in Keelung Port, on the breakwater, on the boat in the channel, and it's raining this season. Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional. The rain and dew are ethereal and psychedelic, smelling carefully, refreshing, with a little mint fragrance. When it is thick, it gives off a faint earthy smell unique to grass trees after soaking their hair. Maybe it's actually the smell of earthworm and snail. After all, this is a shock. Maybe it's life on the ground and underground, maybe it's the silly crawling of China's ancient memories, maybe it's the subconscious and dreams of plants, and that smell is fishy.
After the shock, the cold in spring intensified. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping ideas, sometimes dripping, wet, even in the dream, it seems that there is an umbrella. Author: Yu Guangzhong Source: Listen to the cold rain.
Among these solar terms in spring, the warmest is the vernal equinox, when the east wind thaws and sends away the cold winter; The most moist is the rain, and the vegetation germinates; What I feel most verve is fright. "If I don't speak first in spring, which insect dares to be quiet" and "Thunder begins with rough waves"; The most regrettable thing is the vernal equinox. I want to try "Spring Equinox and Vertical Eggs" every year, but I forget it every year. The best food is Qingming, which sounds like the fresh aroma of new tea; The busiest place is Grain Rain. Before and after Grain Rain, melons and beans were planted, and the flowers were red and green. Let's go for an outing. Author: Lin Dihuan Source: Time reflects painting
What you want is the shock of life, and I only have love for spring. Later, I had a gorgeous spring, but you liked the tenderness of the other three seasons. In those years when this man came and went, we were just passers-by. Author: Hedgehog's demeanor Source: Yibo Tian Yun
The frog knows the sting, and the seedling knows the rain and dew. Fallen leaves know autumn. I know friendship. The friendship between close friends is deep, and I miss it until now. It's winter for my friend, so go out and add clothes. People are always afraid of catching a cold and make it up in winter. Good health and happiness.
Who is listening to Naihe's Beauty Who Can't Wake Up Outside the City? Xiao Lang's songs awakened the courtyard. Who is drunk? The beautiful figure in the courtyard falls obliquely on the jade fan screen, sitting and drinking tea with lovers, but the beautiful smile is true? Another year of shock. The rain hasn't stopped. The spring of acacia is coming. It is a cloud. It's a few deep feelings. The graceful moon moved flowers, shadows and worries. Three thousand people only sigh evil feelings. Author: year
Like, the snow is shocking, the horseshoe sings colorful songs, and the slope is full of water. I want to marry camellia, litchi and him. This enamel bowl is full of water and smells fragrant, and that peony pavilion is as good as ever. You are always amazed, vulgar and elegant.
In spring, I hid the spring breeze with half sleeves. Watching mountains and rivers with you, bugs are screaming. Three points call butterfly fireflies, three points shake grass trees, and four points brush eyebrows.
I was walking alone in the light snow in early winter, and I was shocked by the slight cold. I didn't meet you on the solstice of early winter ... Author: Ao Fan Source: If the world is frozen,
Two people are always warmer than one person. The background of life is endless desolation, but after seeing through this desolation, we will walk back step by step and our life will be warmer. Listening to the distant flute late at night, he is blowing the love around spring, and I am listening to the shock of life.
Shocked to the ground, spring thunder in the air, all insects come out, look up at the dark clouds. Author: Shiguang entrance: Festival
At that moment, the young man's soft and brilliant face suddenly exuded a cold smell. In that kind of cold, it seems to be as cold as a blade. That kind of feeling, just like quietly surging in the lazy clouds, inadvertently revealed a sharp towering. Source: Master
"Breaking the Qingming View" In the late spring, Qingxi Biliu surprised the brown stranger. In the shade of the window, purple flowers are gorgeous, before Cezanne snows. Huang Ying sang several times. Later generations have been sweeping graves, and bones are everywhere in the mountains. The yellow paper is as sad as the futon tomb, and the wax torch burns to ashes in front of the grave, and it hurts to go down the mountain road. Author: Huang Yi Source: If there is a temple,
Spring begins in February: the east wind thaws the stinging insects, the fish begins to shake, and the ice rain falls: Tyrannosaurus Rex sacrifices the fish, and the vegetation in Yanbei germinates. In March, insects were frightened: peach blossoms, barnacles and eagles became pigeons; On the vernal equinox, mysterious birds make sounds; In April, the weather is fine; In Bronze Stone Flower, voles turn into rainbows; At first, Grain Rain; At first, ping sang and pigeons blew feathers; In May, Dai Sheng fell mulberry; Long summer, beginning of autumn in August: cool breeze to the white dew, chilling summer: the eagle is offering sacrifices to birds, and the heavens and the earth are beginning to make peace and climb the white dew. In September, Hongyan comes to the mysterious birds to shame the birds, and the autumnal equinox: the thunder begins to stop and the water begins to dry up. Author: Ren Zhong Source: Nature Notes,
I'm afraid I'll wake up in the middle of the night and the trade winds will turn green. The shadows in the jungle are swaying, and the crows and magpies don't know. After living in Gu Song for a winter, there are beautiful colors and golden flowers everywhere. Looking east at the sea, Yanshan is lingering. "The Book of Songs" says, "He Ming is nine high, and the sound of nature". This is Song's hope. Under the cool breeze and bright moon, the flute is falling and there are cranes to play musical instruments. Nong Yu drove a wonderful trip between pine trees and high walls and forgot to return. As the saying goes, good birds choose wood and live. Songhe is a companion, sincere and sincere, and keeps things quiet. I also brushed my shoulders twice, fused them twice, and finally became attached.
I only hope that the touching love words are that you poured the hot water in your cup, caught the sweat in your palm, caught the cold from you, and gave you your birthday. Valentine's Day, Children's Day, Christmas, Autumn Equinox, Summer and Winter Solstice are all with you, and Grain Rain is also with you. The smile on your face is for me, and the wrinkled eyebrow is for me.
Whispering softly, intimate, and the spring breeze, a beautiful woman is sewing a long coat for me, and the fabric is soft and secret.
The pianist doesn't know that you played bleak music while hiding your face, so I don't understand the twists and turns between General Hengqin, Yu Di. I didn't know you had fought a bloody battle, died or been forgiven, so I didn't understand the profundity of your eulogy on your triumphant return. I don't know that you have been passionate and should have laughed, so I don't understand the affectionate geometry under your beautiful face. Chivalrous people don't know that you have shed blood and tears, so I don't understand the mountains, rivers and valleys when you gallop around the rivers and lakes. The king doesn't know that you have been covered by a military frost and snow, so I don't understand your tentacles after studying hard at the cold window. The painter doesn't know that you painted a beautiful mountain and river, so I don't understand the antique colors under your wonderful pen. Your report doesn't know that you have helped the world without thoughts and ego, so I don't understand your harsh voice and harsh voice when you die. I didn't know you felt the same way in and out of the play, so I didn't understand your rouge makeup.
You said you were ready to follow the heaven, you and I were together, and then we lived together. Yu Xiangyin said that you are brave and said a word. Don't say that those who have come through difficulties and obstacles are lost. The emotional system leads you to say that the road is natural, that you are happy, worried and complicated, and then you are desperate. You said you survived the danger, but the pyramid-shaped mound was deep and you didn't abandon your escape. Later, you often leave your body, and when you are surprised, you talk about returning to China. You said you were thinking about it all night, dreaming about past lives, and then
The geese came, the mysterious birds arrived at the vernal equinox, and the ancestors were sacrificed at Qingming Festival. Grain Rain began to make tea.
When I went to Juyongguan again, I didn't hear the sound of the spring breeze chopping willow leaves. I saw the fine snow sweeping the courtyard. If you are afraid, you dare not move, because it is on the north bank of Jiangnan. How many finches will build old nests? The east wind has not passed Juyongguan. Without a bonfire, how many people can see it?
Life is not absolutely stable, since we are all passers-by, we should walk through the fleeting time with a calm and indifferent heart and laugh at the ups and downs in the world. Two people together are always warmer than one person. The background of life is endless desolation, but if you see through this desolation and go back step by step, life will be warmer. Listening to the distant flute late at night, he is blowing the love around spring, and I am listening to the shock of life.
... in the scary season, it didn't rain, but it snowed in the dark sky? Cold is particularly inappropriate. Peach blossoms full of trees should be suppressed by the accumulation of ice and snow. Are the swallows returning from spring also watching whether the snow is winter or warm spring under the eaves, so that the drizzle that revives everything can hide far away?
The soul instinctively looks for the golden lettering that exists in fearlessness. After sleeping for a long time, I finally woke up the source of awakening: comic book guests.
? The troubles of spring come and go. It seems that people are drunk and it is difficult to wake up. Misty rain is wet and dry. Apricot blossoms shock the cold. ? Spit and knock on the pot. Never call anyone. I owe you more clothes tonight. Does that man know?
If something happens to your heart, your feelings will never die. I just didn't expect time to be like a river. I still don't give up my life and forget the other side of Sichuan. Wearing a bead curtain, you are a drinker. When you are drunk, you can sing a song with a piano. When the wind blows, I play the piano and harp, play the flute and dance. It was a cold rain. I knew that Jun Jiangnan and his party would come back at night, looking at the shore with lanterns, and suddenly I heard a flower boat playing the pipa. Xiaoxiang Society, startled by the clear rain, fell in love and got up to listen to Nanke. All the candles that stood upright were lit, and he overheard the northerners dancing the harp. West wind evil, firewood and mulberry scattered to the east, tea fragrant, Zhou Lang leveled, the river did not move, drunk pipa in his later years.
How many accidents, passing dust and two hearts, bumped into happiness together, or waited for you, a story that can last a lifetime, curled up in a graceful heart. But now I think of that night, the sound of the storm, so near and so far away, can't stop how many spring scenery fell into my eyebrows and filled my thin heart instantly. Slow down those times, it's quiet, so quiet that you can hear the gentle voice of the sunset. The gentleness and whiteness of life, the freehand brushwork of ink and wash, the low eyebrows and shyness inhabit the deep feeling of fright. I just want to be an unknown little flower with sleeves full, and everyone who walks by can put it in a skirt and treasure it in a smile. Three thousand romantic months, I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. When I ran to the village with faith, I had a different taste. There is warm sunshine and poetic lush, and the years are so quiet and beautiful.
Can Meng's eyes are locked, his face is blue, he is haunted by dreams, and he is afraid. Tears wet my skirt and pillow, leaving me alone to wait for my dream.
After the shock, it was Chun Lei's turn to go to work. Indeed, many of Lei's servants, Xiao Wuyun, are fighting over who should work first.
It's gloomy, raining, scared to death, cold and rainy. It's funny that young people know very little, and all's well that ends well.
Blood debt must be paid for the lost night, but after revenge, only a void remains. Artificial Intelligence Author: Li Bihua Source: Ghost Series
After the shock, the cold in spring intensified. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes wet, even in the dream, it seems to have an umbrella. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet. Going home every day, it is a dream to walk into the rain and wind from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street. It's sad to think of Taipei like this. This is a completely black-and-white movie. I think the whole history of China and China is nothing more than a black-and-white movie. It rained like this from beginning to end. I wonder if this feeling comes from antonioni. However, that land was a long time ago. Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century, even if it rains, there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan and umbrellas in Qian Shan. In fifteen years, everything was broken, only the climate, only the weather forecast was involved, and a big cold current rolled in from that land. This indifference is shared with the ancient continent. It is a comfort to your children that you can't jump into her arms and be swept by her skirt.
My long hair is waist-high. Will you be safe? The morning mist is diffuse, and the candlelight shines at dusk. Will you please come back when my hair grows to my waist? Butterflies have already left, and geese have returned to their nests in the south. Will you stay when my hair reaches my waist? Creeping water, cold dew and rustling leaves. Will you please forget me when my hair reaches my waist? The north city is happy, and the wedding clothes in the south yard are floating. Huo Xiangu
She told her love in the dark when she was half asleep and half awake. Don't whisper about the earth. In her deep sleep on a winter night, the grass is lush and the flowers are blooming, and generate instantly, regardless of the snow. Author: robert Graves
In my mind, when I was a teenager, a misty rain separated the world of mortals in the long corridor of hide the sword in the south of the Yangtze River. I stood side by side with him and listened to him tell an experience, a story, which was stored in my later life like a legend. Cold dew, morning fog and Tianhe have passed together for thousands of years. It's just that the world is very big, and finally our way home was cut off in this troubled times. When I first saw it, the twilight was very low. Have you seen the fluorescent lamp on the other side? It's the best light I've ever seen. Author: Si Xia Source: Flower and Return.
In March, the breeze blows gently, and wild flowers bloom on the faint path. There is no one who doesn't look at the trees by the river, and the peach blossoms are full of powder. I walked alone in the wind, dripping coolness and reflecting dust. Who laughs when you are sad? A spring thunder woke you up. "Jing Zhe" has no name.
When these geese pass by, they will wake up in horror. When these geese pass by, they will wake up in horror. When will dusk return in western Western jackdaw? Smoke and dusk shadow slightly raises wine to Gu Hong, and geese shadow obliquely looks at the water. Back to Hong's voice to complain, a few melodious and affectionate sounds, seems to be a long complaint. Alas, I am alone with 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 next to the Qin tomb to the tip of the pyramid, the memory keeps reappearing vaguely, and the memory of that day is slowly reappearing, just like the adventure of the flying butterfly crossing the mountains. The sword refers to the melting of the sky, the endless night and the endless source of tomorrow: horror.
Beginning of spring was followed by fear. Source: ashes of time.
When I leave people, I want to dream, and I want to brush. It is difficult to draw a picture. Double rex sacrifices fish. Swan returned to the mysterious bird habitat. The dream is full of envy. The moon is full of joy and smiles. Then the front edge bloomed, and so did the hibiscus.
I'm afraid it's late at night. The market is crowded with people. A handful of tea in the chaos has a different taste. Pu 'er in the zhengshan mountain of Wulong, Shan Cong, flows in the stone ladle in the well site of Qinshiquan, Xi, with refreshments to convey warmth between tastes. This is a leisurely scenery in a corner in the breeze and sunshine at noon on holidays. Near, frozen snow melts, and everything recovers. The tree is full of love, and elegant birds carry logistics on their shoulders. Open your eyes, envy, jealousy, anxiety, disorderly desire, close your eyes, a glass is half empty. Zhou Zuoren said: make an appointment with three or five friends and spend half a day idle, which can reduce the dust dream for ten years. I just realized today!
I've been at ease all my life, so why give me half of it? It's better to fold flowers and drink, and forget the rivers and lakes. Source: Beijing, Zhejiang and Guiyun
The thunder in beginning of spring began, and insects awakened everything; Ganqipin watches the rain, and the book is two or three.
Old people seem to come from far away in the morning and evening, all the way in a daze.
Chen, who is a little humanistic, was shocked to find that the streets and alleys in the south are so prosperous, and professional witches are super explosive. It's time to unfold the doll paper, hold the clogs and curse your head. When you are angry, you will be scratching, so you can pull the water margin rhythmically. Liangshan heroes will take advantage of the Lantern Festival to fight upside down in the streets of Tokyo. This is not a trivial matter. Let's take a look today.
Wake up from the name of the goddess. You just need a little human love. How can a gorgeous and cold Athena or Medea be compared with the shoulders of a pair of lovers?
The window lattice has faded, broken and drunk, whispering in the post office. That year, misty, I took a canoe to a foreign land and traveled in a stream. You cut the clothes, and when I got home, the old impatiens was wrapped in her arms in the yard. Chen Huang Danqing dare not sigh, and the West Wing may not be full of bright moon. Maybe Southern Yan is flying with tears. I got drunk tonight and sang Song Like's A Dream, but I found a fairy. Suddenly, the night wind in the countryside brought osmanthus fireworks. When the fragrance burned out, I climbed high, looking at the yellow crane flapping its wings and sailing, and the waterwheel rang at night. I will say goodbye to you. I will pay attention to the Panshan Highway day and night. It is hard to find the old agarwood, and I am shocked and tearful. Now the Spring Festival couplets have changed a few. Last night, the wind and rain suddenly urged the lotus pond to wait for me to return to Xi, but someone had gone to Artemisia, adding desolation and singing drunk tonight.
Looking back on ten years, the road is long, and I am naive for half a month. The rock did not move, but it stung, and the reed was soft and the first frost was cold.
The cold dew has passed, and the first frost is also a stranger, unfamiliar with the shock. Then, whether summer sacrifices can really break the dryness and boredom of winter, I am different from you. I like snowy days, I like snowflakes, and I love the cold of that person.
Cicada is accompanied by floating clouds. After the memory began, I quietly looked at the ancient wells and dried-up ponds covered with weeds in the distance. A wisp of setting sun disturbed the new mulberry wind of strangers. I rolled up the fallen flowers in front of the court and chased them through the cloister. I was defeated by emotional contagion. Plain clothes's white skirt is clear, the strings are cool, the wind is thin, and the world is in a panic. My breath is cool, my mind is cool, and the years are in a hurry. What's the matter with you? You have been tossing and turning in the world for thousands of years, but only let me see that your last fire bug is willing to forget the summer night. If you want to say goodbye to this time after all, the skirt will inadvertently touch the lotus fragrance and then fall into the dust net. All the noise and silence will be described in the painting. From the shock to the first frost, tears will condense into poems. Snuff is cold, pen is cold and difficult to draw, and reality is difficult to understand. Melancholy dreams are cool, the plot is cool and vague, and hallucinations overlap. The original farewell was because of deep nostalgia. Author: Mu Qingming Source: Brocade
You are the last red in my palette and the dying sting in my tired blood vessels.
Ten years is just a short wait. However, when I saw the bones behind the door and the ancient knife in his hand, I realized that everything was empty. "If I had known this, I would have gone with you ten years ago. Why should I wait for ten years, such as a despair ... "It was another year of panic, and everything was restored. Jingjing, Jingjing, you can awaken countless creatures. Why can't you wake up two bones outside the door of Changbai Mountain? Source: "Tomb Notes"
Fireworks on the moon, a few degrees in the west wing, the incense burned out, and I climbed high. In misty rain lane, the waterwheel rang, and I put Cornus officinalis beside my hair. Sunset in Xiting, you watch it day and night, and the mountain road is winding and long. It is hard to find fragrance in the old year, and the flowers are shocked and tears are heavy. I woke up from my dream and caught a glimpse of it, wetting my eyes.
The wind blows and the flowers fall, and the clouds in the palace are cold; Beauty wears make-up, and fragrance floats in China. The autumn wind is bleak, and the paper kite sends acacia; Year after year, I was shocked by the first frost. Source: Comic guest.
Warm wind and warm clouds are drunk, and my daughter has pink cheeks and a little rouge. Who do you share the old wine with, and how do other guests know the weight in other places? Shen Tuo is in a mess, and the lonely mountain is moving, and Shen Yuan is a hairpin. Surprise is a big dream, and there are small thorns in the opposite direction. Go to hell, Hua Lian. Jingzhe
After the shock, a spring rain came late. Cherry blossoms are in full bloom next to the school aisle, and a wave of red waves covers the green waves. It is unclear whether it is flowers or leaves, and beautiful things are dotted on the branches. The tall and straight cherry trees are shrouded in rain and fog, adding a hazy aesthetic feeling. The breeze wrapped the petals, and the fragrance came to my face. The tender petals were stained with rain and dew, which was dense in the spring, and the flowers and leaves were mixed together, which was beautiful. Take a breath, the air is filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, which is the breath left by life. There is no one in the school, and it is raining, which is even more touching.
Don't ask me why I love you. It came suddenly, just like the thunder in spring stung the earth without warning, so I knew I was in love with you, just like the earth responded with green leaves. Author: Xi Juan
The whole life is singing, and no one is near at night. You can't do anything about marrying another husband. Ma Tiejinger, watch the sword and sing. At a discount of 1,800 yuan, the man went through the battlefield and swallowed mountains and rivers. I am not a pretty girl. I sang softly in front of the stage with heavy makeup. People are always sinister, dreaming of painting castles of the past. Far apart, Iraqis are far away from me. I realized that life is like water, and it is easy to dry up. Wild cranes in idle clouds, willing to grow grain in Shan Ye. Next to the thatched cottage, there is a clear river with flowers and calyx in front of the court. Qing entered the flower book and enjoyed the pavilion with Qing. The yarn provoked by the world of mortals, I will spend the night with you. Love in Lan Ruo, eyes as clear as water. The fate is engraved in the heart, and after several cycles, people and ghosts do not cut it. Machiavellian negotiations are bound to fall apart. A stranger in a foreign land knows that friendship is a scam when he wakes up.
As soon as I woke up, the weather suddenly became warmer. Shan Ye was green and wicker sprouted. A spring thunder sounded and the spring rain, which is as expensive as oil, also dripped down. The mountains and plains are shrouded in obscure rain and fog, fresh and humid, picturesque.
It is the instantaneous color of nirvana. Who raised the flag hotter than fire? Mountains and rivers sing 300-night love songs for you. When dust and dirt fly far away, have you given up the worship of Ning? In the spring of seven years, the white tiger and the crow stung under the dark moon. The big dipper knows the twists and turns ahead. Ten thousand people had a drink before the war, saying there were still several villages.