Plum blossoms in the corner stand proudly under the strong grass dotted with snow. In the cold wind, only a faint fragrance strikes, giving this cold winter a little stimulation.
Light a dim candle lamp and look for love in the flickering flame.
It is the "loyal service to the country" stabbed to death by her mother-in-law, the good intention of Meng Mu's three strokes, and the sincerity of intercepting customers ...
I think I found it, just like the sunshine this winter.
On the battlefield where war horses neigh, Wan Li's heroic spirit was swallowed up by the sword and shadow, and he was grateful for the love engraved by his mother. So in the cry of "Give me back my rivers and mountains", he "starved his flesh and thirsty for his Hun blood"; It's the cold plum that Ling Han blooms alone, and it's a new theory that is highly respected in the literary palace where a hundred schools of thought contend, so Monk cries out with all his strength in giving up his life for righteousness; It is the momentum of the wind and grass. In the troubled world, I understand that there is a special call, called gratitude. Under the load of day lily, it lingered and turned a thousand times; An inch of grass enjoys three springs, and a wisp of fragrance lingers. Candles shed tears, giving comfort and no regrets.
Ducks play in the water and already know many colors; "Xiao-he has just exposed his sharp horns, and there are dragonflies standing on his head", which is an anxious love for spring; The music played by the gurgling stream is a gift of gratitude for spring, and the gentle tinkling sound is the most beautiful note to give back to spring. Frog can't stand loneliness, butterfly, fly with me, bathe in this sweet spring, and dream in the rich spring.
It is the gentleness of a gentleman; It is a recollection of dragonfly water; It's a prelude to lingering.
Evening rain * * * words together, bleak magpie bridge for a while, even if the lonely grave is thousands of miles away, life and death are boundless, and it will eventually fly into a butterfly; Talking by candlelight together, even if Tianshui did his best for Iraq, would be enough to make Chang 'e, who died this month, feel dejected. Why else are people thinner than yellow flowers? Sitting alone in the castle, the poet whispered in my ear, "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles are beautiful." Spring remains the same, love is seamless, and it is eternal after leaving deep thoughts in each other's hearts.
In the blink of an eye, all the fallen leaves moved. This is the season of homesickness. Otherwise, listen, who is chanting "I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si tonight?" "You see, who is all over the dogwood? Who looks at the kite in the sky at the window and feels guilty? How much leisure do you have? It is a city full of ideas, and it is a river with autumn waters. Stepping on the Millennium moonlight, grateful people must be thinking that there is how bright in the moonlight at home! Here we go again!
The candle is out, but the heart lamp is still there. It illuminates the immortal monument of dusty history and records a fiery heart. Ice floats and melts in the family, which is an eternal stroke engraved in history.