2. I used a hammer to knock out a crack in the lotus seed, so that the shower head would break out of its shell and never be buried in the mud. These are some masters.
The desire to see, whether the lotus bud can grow, are all great unknowns.
In the first year of throwing, nothing appeared on the water until the autumn leaves fell. We came here after a lonely winter.
In the second year, spring water filled the pond, and green willows hung down, which was a beautiful scene.
4. When the sun sets, I walk to the lotus pond, which still seems to have a faint fragrance. When the wind blows, the pale green lotus leaves also swing.
Dance with the wind.
5. The long grass reveals a season in Fang Fei, and the taste of summer is rich and elegant, and the shade is suitable. Thick, light blue memories
Diluted affection; Under the light, the thick ink-like emotions precipitate a faint charm.
6, a quiet dream, jumped for thousands of years without warning under the starry sky, and stole the last white radish in loneliness.
No one knows, and butterflies and Chu River are no exception.
7, lingering in the dream, the bridge is broken, it is better to miss each other.
8. A butterfly, dancing among flowers with gorgeous thin wings, is neither a tango nor a swan, but the blooming of every rhyme is erratic.
Uncertain pheromones are real and pure. New lotus, muddy but not dirty, fresh and elegant, gentle stamens exude a faint lotus fragrance. dark
The fragrance floats, the butterfly dances lightly, and the soul is dreaming.
9. Lotus petals, butterflies and early lotus flowers embraced in tears, and tears spilled on the lake, breaking the hearts of green water plants.
10, deep night sky, deep gaze, deep nostalgia, deep nostalgia, deep nostalgia, hot air rolling underwater.
There are a little tears of acacia in the blood, acacia. Tears; Tears. gum arabic
1 1, can't hug each other face to face; Acacia can't go with each other; Love cannot be together. Summer, quiet; Night, silence; Butterfly, silence; Lotus, light
Desert; Month, quiet; Heart, dumb.
12, Qingyun caressed the length of water plants' thoughts, and the strings of ancient incense parted the intoxicated lake under the oil-paper umbrella, gathered gently, twisted slowly, and murmured shallowly.
Singing, missing a song, thrilling; A song of acacia, autumn wind sad painting. Microwave is a thousand-year dream, more leisurely.
13, making shadows and waves, folding layers of acacia trees without edges, and the song of Weiyang faded from Rong Ruo; The poem of Weiyang has withered lotus rhyme.
Lotus pond rhyme, lingering fragrance is only a little; When I first saw life, the clear shadow was curled up.
14, the eyes of the water grass swaying and watching are deep and deep; Dream on, dream on. Lotus pond and moonlight are metaphors of spring and summer.
Tears in the international pulse; In a dark place, autumn water lost its continuous affection and deep affection became chaotic and silent. Clear rhyme, clear rhyme.
15, light rhyme and light description, depicting butterflies and dreams embracing each other tightly; Ink canoe, drifting all the way; The grass was on the boat and a leaf floated away.