Stroke order: horizontal, vertical, horizontal, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, left, left, horizontal, left, dot, left, horizontal, vertical, left, press, vertical, horizontal, horizontal.
Xin, Wen Xiangyuan. -"Shuo Wen Jie Zi"
If you want to cure incense, you will feel the spirit. Xiaomi is not sweet, but sweet. -"Upper Chen Shujun"
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. -Liu Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"
Beautiful sentences with symplectic characters:
1, mother's movements are coordinated and powerful, flying briskly on the ice, like a swallow flying against the ground.
2. Who is telling the love without regrets in the world? Who charmed Acacia with water? A season of bonuses, choose the gentlest gesture, falling with the wind. Looking for dreams, listening to the water flow in the green, fat and thin Jiangnan in early autumn; Strings and Zheng sing together. The tenderness wrapped around the fingertips rippled in a clear water; Two of a kind, dancing in the fallen leaves; A warm voice of understanding, dancing in the branches of September.
3. Ying Ying Qiu Shui, like someone's eyes, took away all the details of the moonlight, creating a kind of sadness. Pieces of flying flowers, like who fell, read all the joys and sorrows of the world of mortals, as a music. The woman watching the water brushed away the pear blossoms, bathed in the rain between drinks and words, and waited for Mo Lian in bloom in the ten-mile lotus pond. Now she is sitting in the clear autumn of Haitang Danyue, but she still hasn't waited for her return, embroidering acacia with her and painting her hair together.
I would rather organize a happy family with a small cup of truth, goodness and beauty than a dull family with a few big boats and a piece of furniture.
5. After a brief encounter, * * * Juanjuan, who are you happy for and who are you burning for? Lights fly full moon, hand in hand, pillow sleep, who is sad and who is happy? Under the shade of flowers, in front of the golden urn, empty words are the world of mortals, things are long, words are low, and people are fascinated. Occasionally meet, tired, gentle, grateful, heartbroken, undressed, just ask this, how many sleepless nights? In a flash, people dispersed, fainted and sad, and it was difficult to entertain themselves. After several times, I asked Yun.