Flowers bloom and fall. Whether it is blooming or falling, it is a beautiful forecast from nature. Flowers bloom and fall, and everyone's mood is different. Then let's introduce the flowers and fall, and let's get to know each other.
Flowers bloom and fall 1/ Luo Yongyong
There was a time when I was walking on the road called Baihetan years, full of youthful blood and full of gratitude. There is a camp, called Xinjian Village Camp, which is built on the mountain, and the buildings with jasper white are scattered and orderly. There is a set of clothes, called work clothes, and cement ash to accompany us through the annual rings of the years.
Spring begins to trickle, the trees are thriving, and the gentle mountain breeze brings the praise of spring. In the morning, a ray of warm sunshine climbed into bed, woke me up in my sleep, opened the window, and a lark jumped on the branch, wrapped around several leading flowers on the trunk. White fog and blue sky set each other off, the peaks are looming, and the sound of running water is more crisp. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and went out with my helmet. Laughing and laughing all the way, my pickup truck drove into the 102 expressway.
Lev tolstoy seems to have experienced summer here. In anna karenine, he described it this way: "In midsummer, the sky is cloudless, and the sun bakes the ground boiling hot;" A south wind blew, and a heat wave rolled up from the ground, which was suffocating. Weeds can't resist the exposure of the sun, and the leaves are rolled into strips. " Burning everywhere on the construction site, the lying pebbles make a diligent sound, and their feet are burning on them. A big river, the river is flowing, but it doesn't feel a trace of coolness. The fiery red sun, shining sand, hot air and hot monotonous metal remind people of sour plum soup and feel a little cold. Come on, brother! Stop staring and have a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water. You have heatstroke!
The lingering season, elegant autumn rain, dripping. The leaves are swaying, blocking my missing sight one by one. In the quiet and full season, I no longer miss those intoxicating colors, and I no longer read those sad memories. In the lingering season and romantic autumn, I silently made a wish, looking forward to the arrival of the next autumn, and maybe I will meet you after this autumn. In autumn, beauty is deep, boundless and lonely. Listening to the sound of autumn and watching the fallen leaves swaying in the wind, I walked away gently for fear of disturbing their golden dreams.
It doesn't snow in Baihetan in winter, and it is even more impossible to snow here in the subtropical monsoon climate zone. It's not too hot here in winter, but it's not too cold. Here, the mountains are green and the waters are green. Occasionally, it rains like a joke. There is no scenery in the north and no snow in Wan Li. The local Yi people seem to like winter here very much. I'm still not used to winter without snow and stove. Maybe I will love you more after this winter!
Flowers bloom all over the city and fall all over the world. I miss my ingenuity, I am addicted to the sunset, and I look forward to this world. I have provoked vermilion, laughed at the world of mortals and spent my life on earth. I am single, I am proud, I am wet by the wind of pipa, and my heart is full of people's light. I wrote 30 thousand soldiers without saying a word. The evening breeze asked me to live a long life and see the world painting. Young people have lost their care, missed their dreams and let go of the flowers on earth.
Flowers bloom in front of people's eyes, silently writing down three drops of helpless wind, flowers are not in the center, people are heartbroken, the wind is free to leave, people miss the romantic moon, they snap their fingers in an instant, fireworks are intermittent, people are drunk, and when Sanqu is played, people are in the eyes of right and wrong and are in tears. A fashion heartbroken, human parting should be a star, endless.
I don't know when the plane left, the rain of life, Xiao Qiao's flowing water, flowing stories, romantic words, immortal language, lead fingers, romantic life, missing clutch, beautiful face, separated bridge, three generations, many tears of hatred, no fate, impermanence of dreams, a narcissistic song, and so on.
Good people spend the moon making me laugh, falling in the air, everyone knows that the moonlight is cold, and a sad song makes everyone cry. I am a lifelong bodhisattva, but the ancient temple in front of the Buddha is full of gongs and drums, and my seven immortals accompany me, Liang Zhuci, graceful pillow, plum blossom tears, secluded peach blossom temple, singing wine songs, too many words, a congratulatory sentence, a few strings of sick sentences, which is amazing.
In January, Yi Deng, on Changfeng Bridge, the moon scattered, the wind geometry, a few people, another quicksand, the wind woke up, tassel dream, bright moon cheat, 36 plans, secretly cheat, parting hook, hook impermanence, single-minded affair, hate rainy nights, taste the wind, watch the wind sweep the heart, people are watching, the month is writing, one paragraph, one paragraph.
Married in red makeup, ten miles of peach blossoms, in the eyes of love, drunk in the sunset, a few evenings of life, remembering the morning in the dream of parting, shuttling through the sea, the mountains and rivers of the big moon, the mountains and rivers that once flowed, the lonely shore, the flowers on the other side, the evil spirits on the moon, Xixia, the crutches swept away, the lights were not strung, and people were frightened, not afraid of the depth, and they tasted the flowers for months.
Wine to ask a long story, living in Huayue Mountain, Yi Deng in Buddha, laughing at my bleak dream, Shanhaiguan, sneering, don't hide amorous feelings in tears, secretly raining, caring for love, the world is not dusty, lilies, the wind is dying, people should be starry, their hearts are hidden in the morning, the past is eternal, laughing at the world of mortals, singing thousands of songs, counting in the vast sea, the wind has returned.
Bonus fireworks, drunk with Hang Seng, miss me a thousand times, how many soldiers stay in Qiu Ren, people are not in the center, life and death chapter, dreams flow Naihe Bridge, please laugh at your manners, right and wrong are still bleak, August rain, September frost, spring breeze three inches, flow into two points, the sunset in Yongbao Hall, the wind is still the same, the soul is heartbroken, Changfeng Wan Li is cold.
Red drops hang on the treetops, the heart is around China, the eyes are elegant, the snowflakes on earth are sighing, a seat of ink is written, and if you ask about the future, it will be another year, the road is slow, the river is willing, the wick is elegant, the sword refers to the world, and the picture is in front of you. In the dream, mountains and rivers will be concerned, the wind will rest, geese will fly south, and bridges will be sad. Who will fall flowers and snow?
Fate, three students are slow, heartbroken, dreaming, who picks up the ancient pagoda and sighs, the sea is boundless and rainy, the pipa is beautiful, and the teenagers smell it. Don't tear the wind, don't take pictures, don't waste time, sigh and remember the old man, remember to cry, and cherish it. A dream, empty tears, dyeing guzheng, no appointment on the moon, lack of tears, poor words and sentences, ten years of life and death, sad alone, recalling in vain, empty wine, wandering mercilessly dyeing lights.
Love words are around the eyes, Sanskrit is silent, and there is a little tenderness. Looking around the world, it is unfair through the ages, leaving colorful flowers, cooking warm wine, sneering and sighing, saying goodbye to life and death, being silent on the shore, missing people, heartbroken, desolate people, a phoenix seeking to burn, dreaming of ancient charm, beating in the rain at night, and several people losing their souls. Communication is floating, dreaming of a piece, but also a person.
The color is rosy, acacia is indifferent, a red whistle, romantic dreams are shattered, a farewell song, a plane tree leaf, the sunset is watching dusk from the sky, the lights are dim, the world is right and wrong, love is soft, fate is lacking, fate is scattered, life is impermanent, fingers are flashing, dreams are beautiful, lights are hidden in the flowers, people watch, and a cup of farewell is not afraid of the afterlife.
A glass of wine, a cup of tea, fireworks, the world of mortals is raining, but I miss my wanderer, my heart is woven, I am wandering and lonely, the sea of people is dying, the rain at night is sad, I can't tell, I can't finish talking, I can't count it, I can't finish loving, but later, I stopped caring silently and ended my life, surrounded by dust and tears in my eyes.
Drink a glass of wine and you will laugh at me for talking about painting all my life. The sea of people has gone through many vicissitudes, but you end up with a broken life. If we meet again in the afterlife, you will write down all the tears in this life. Ten miles of peach blossoms, red makeup Xiao Qiao went to other people's homes. In music, people will be hurt silently, buying and selling vagrants, selling right and wrong, writing about people's souls on the sad road, waiting for the bus and sending the car, and the last journey will be the rest of your life. The palm wheel will be in the sky
Love lights around the eyes, no chance to write bitterness, thinking about chasing flowers and falling in love, looking back on the past, how much I can't hide, rolling the curtain to thin my life, dreaming for a minute, two drops of love tears, eyes missing, things are impermanent, painting my fate can't escape the sky lights, teenagers, phoenix Luan South Africa, cloister mirrors, tender feelings, wrong scenery, taking my lovesick face and breaking my tears, don't't, don't, don't, don't't, need tears.
Water flows eastward, lovesickness worries, human feelings flow eastward at night, dream geometry, suspicion, rouge in the south of the Yangtze River, loss of Conan, love-cutting, it is hard to hide the flowers flying in the dream, love-flying, burning out the east wind and asking the soul. Whoever booked the ancient temple city, swept a million soldiers in one river, was ashamed of the day, faced with the wind, bleak picture scroll, and had no time in the afterlife, and wrote all the colds, counted his life.
In the world, right and wrong, flowers are impermanent, cold heart breaks my intestines, ancient drinking, juvenile life, wandering in the east wind and rain, tears, impermanence, dreams, hating, lingering in my heart, thinking deeply, I don't know how far the rivers and lakes are, crying about Nagato, walking around the beam at midnight, painting all my life.
Don't come for three years in a year, kiss your fingers goodbye, a phoenix knot phoenix, and the death knell rings mercilessly, staining my tears at the palace door. Autumn leaves two lines, sad, the topic turned off the pillow. It is difficult to reach an agreement. Who is with * * *, the autumn wind of the phoenix tree in the brow, a burst of prosperity, a drop of human feelings, narcissism is the end of the world, and the other side is hard to please. The mountain outside the building is high, and the mountain is high.