Jia Hui, I'm just a nature worshipper. All the school choosers I have educated in my life have always loved them as much as possible.
Very natural. But I saw Xia Xing and the autumn moon in my eyes; I have strong feelings for mountains, imitating them.
The tides of the Buddha's great river; My thoughts are as clear as mountains and streams, as broad as the sea, as fast as lightning, as if
The wonderful tongue of a good bird with branches; My limbs are like deer, like spring grass, like spring clouds; I imagine electricity.
Like gold and fire, there is the splendor of heaven, the illusion of hell, and the sum of spring and autumn flowers.
Brilliant; My love is like honey, endless silk, waterfall, evergreen pine and stone.
As powerful as the secret of the moon.
Jia Hui, I'm just a nature worshipper. I think all kinds of things in nature, no matter what.
It is as thin as a stone, as short as a flower, as black as charcoal, as bright as an autumn moon, and pregnancy is of great significance.
They all contain incomprehensible mysteries and are the most beautiful symbols. I love you because you are beautiful, too.
I'm really afraid of you, because I also have God's secrets.
If you hold my arm and you are a little tired, I will take my hand as my waist.
If you can't do it, my hand will always carry you; Hypocrisy makes me blind, you
It will also lead to flattering words, such as stars, the moon and waterfalls, to entertain my often overlooked views. The moon may be profitable.
There may be ups and downs, but I can't imagine the love crystallization of you and me through hardships.
Suffered the defeat of a millionaire. Jiahui, although our bodies are different, our spirits are harmonious. Hey! Ruqidong
Hope! The full moon in Iraq and America at the beginning of the year is intense and full of clouds. If the strong wind shovels away the leaves, Jiahui,
Remember many years ago, you and I struggled, enemies were small, and great difficulties and setbacks made you successful?
Diameter refers to countless, but happy deaths are born in the dark, if you suddenly see the light, if this
At the full moon, the fog disappeared. Since then, the sky has become clear and safe. Jiahui, try to feel me with your hands.
Heartbeat, this square soul room is broken and restored again and again, which is your hand, which is tender and soft.
Hand, also tasted the pro-Fu sharp blade, fortunately, this is unusual, but the vegetation does not blame the glory of winter and spring.
I am wise and brave, even inch by inch, I will be scattered in the vast desert, and my soul will turn to dust.
And know, but also feel the love, the situation is finally solved, happiness is coming, your delicate hands, this day.
Caress my chest, your most beautiful soul, I dare to call it my own. Jiahui, am I happy?
Yes, I hope the moon will always be round, I hope you will always be beautiful, your tears are shining in your eyes, and I attach great importance to Yue Hui leaving the forest.
Clear, lovely people cry. I often call it a priceless pearl in the world. I am wise. You didn't see my eyelashes.
The weather is wet, too, but tonight we are very happy with each other. In spring, under the shade of pear trees in front of your garden, we can't be friends anymore.
A river of tears. Although your tears are thick and about to drop, there is no room for me to kiss and swallow this bead.
Hu Hui, you should register. Your tears used to help me feel thirsty. Listen to the sound of the stream under the bridge, it seems.
Satire is like jealousy, so why move on?
The full moon rises high in the Vatican Palace, and Liuli Bi is shrouded in green smoke.
Jiahui, when I am really in a fairyland, it is so dull, so gorgeous and so cold.
You love me. It's such a bright moon. Why is it such a beautiful night? Li Changji will miss it this winter night.
"Huojing Hot Spring" is too white to live, and I will not hesitate to change my fur. However, I have Jiahui in my hand, and I
If you have wisdom in your heart, you will live forever, burn out cold and sorrow, and have a honey kiss. Why envy wine?
Hui, do you think the thick bag in front of the temple is so powerful that it is better to surrender than to break the wall?
Its nature is beautiful and brave, and when the spring is bright, it will spoil the corolla.
Hui, I didn't expect the temperature in winter to be so clear. Hay is fragrant and rosin is smelly, which leads to double.
Clear Wan Li leads to Jade Milk, but you and I might as well go to the new pavilion to "see Yun Qi", where the mountains are abundant and the beams are cool, and it is early.
I want to climb the mountain, but I went climbing yesterday. I always go north. Why is it so late, comfort him?
Besides, the full moon is peeping down against this peak and looking for it in the shadows. Don't be playful, but you are holding my sleeve tightly.
Reduce the lack of assistance, but be careful not to be disturbed by thorns and not to trip over rocks.
Quiet and holy, even with Shan Gui, it will be elegant and gentle. I dare not wave my favorite elk.
Hui, I love secrets, not obvious, so I love moonlight more than zhaoyang; See you in childhood.
Every month, I often cry, but I feel sad. I don't know why, just full of sadness and sorrow.
However, when you wander for a while, you can write down tears, probably because you feel beautiful and emotional, and tears are born of emotions, joy and sadness.
The original intersection is that I have been in love with you for many years, and others regard it as gentle and enjoyable, but I don't know if it existed at the beginning.
Sorrow and sorrow, meet without tears, you and I look back, lush and fragrant, why not be nourished by clear tears
Pei, that is, the easy road, is calm, how can we follow in the footsteps of Yongfu? Buddha said that color is empty, and there is nothing.
That is, color, secular fallacy, negative color and negative emptiness. I mean looking for color from the air, but this is the real color, from
Seeking emptiness from color is a vacuum. I mean, seeking color from space is true color, and seeking space from color is true color.
Obtaining vacuum; Color, affection and love are also empty, and the realm of imagination is also empty. You and I boast of knowing the truth and giving up.
If the heart is far away, how can it be confined between the same flesh and blood?
Therefore, I love the moon, that is, I love its secret. Look at this forest and this valley. If there are no secrets,
There is no beauty, but the beauty of foam is the secret of its origin. Every world is excellent.
Compared with life, the idea is beautiful, but the conclusion is that it is only temporary, so it is multifaceted to avoid emptiness.
Punishment is stupid and pitiful. Life is not superior. Seeing it alone is one of the real beauties, and it is the real life.
The news came like lightning. There are slaves, market leaders and politicians, but the daily camp is in.
Goods benefit from mud, know life is better than life, there is nothing to say, and life is illusory.
Good living is not worried that the dreamland will die easily, but it is afraid that it will be destroyed and not resurrected, if it can be like the sun.
The haunting of life, the beauty of life, the glory of life and the dreamland of life are often unique and often innate.
Once there is hope, rest is a crisis (if it is not the king of life), and the world will be brilliant. So what?
appreciate
Therefore, I worship secrets, the moon, the moonlit night and the secrets of nature. I
Love night, I love starry night, I love starless night, I love the twilight in the dark, I love starlight.
In the dark night, secrets are especially endowed with the essence of life. Wisdom, you are not a cloud, and Xishan is not a color.
Blunt as lead, stupefied. Fang Chu's star is not exposed, Fang Wei's companion is absent, and he is buried in heaven.
Cover, the ground is like a dead body, the sand clouds are harmonious, the pine and cypress are silent, and it is suspected that the people who are sinking are dead.
However, when the star is alone, it will become dim and become a cool mist, and life will start again in Ji Shen, revealing the universe.
The spirit of living without me, because it shines, because it is pure and bright, far from the mountains and trees, and feels the gods,
If you are moved by God and dance happily, you will not be able to climb the dead vine, and there is still water at the bottom of the ravine, which seems bitter.
In order to sing and dance, praise beauty and beauty. Wisdom, you always love to wait for the stars alone.
As soon as the fields in spring are displayed, you will be integrated with the gods with a pure green color, and your heart will beat frequently.
I love you. You are a special kind. You come from a sacred place. I often think, oh, my god.
On the Seven Stars, you show your forehead. No wonder you love stars more than Jane. Good hope is always in the clouds.
Between.
Hui, the dead fruit of Vitex negundo is like a cocoon, but it doesn't sting deeply. Whether it is Fujimaki or not, it is a pity that it has experienced frost and snow.
The color is different, but across the road, I sip the starlight and occasionally swim my heels, which can be corrected before I do it.
Pity, its compassion, is only that you are stabbed for no reason, and the pain is not deep, but it is also a small worry, but it is very common.
Change, is it karma, it is better to be stabbed for no reason, the pain is not deep, it is also a small worry, but it is common.
Change, is it karma? It's better to show your kind wrist, caress it gently and take it back. If he has spirit, so should he.
Feel ashamed.
Hui, if you hear the sound of the stream, you seem to be descended from Shuangqing. It is not cold this winter, and there are few springs and streams.
Thanks to the stars and the moon, it is graceful and elegant, and it is appropriate to have a continuation rhyme and a happy life. I taste like a mountain stream.
As a loyal minister, an upright son of nature, and an affectionate son of nature, I take a break from this muttering song.
I don't know how many layers of hell I have to go through, how many Lin Jing I have washed and how many I have washed.
Tens of thousands of stones, tens of thousands of weeds, several degrees of suffocation, several degrees of breathing, but its spirit,
Never lose, never lose, never take risks, never go forward; Hui, haven't you ever tasted the sound of streams and lakes flowing?
Harmony, this is really a kind of joy, not for you and me to step on the edge of the moon tonight.
Hui's "Look" can already be seen. At the beginning of the month, the cloud clothes were unloaded, and the brilliance was like a core.
I tried to stand on a rock in Xiangshan washed by moonlight and see the light from the darkness and the charm of the light.
This is particularly mysterious and bright.
I love my friends. You don't feel my limbs shaking slightly. I see beauty, and my nerves are like strong electricity.
But I feel a little crazy, and my personality needs to be dissolved. I'm going to swing again today!
Shakespeare tasted words, but you didn't taste the fame you loved. Your intention is not pure, I am today.
I want to give the moon beauty to prove my love and wisdom. Every time you laugh at me, I praise you with crazy words. however
You know, if I don't feel the spirit because of my meaning, then I love well enough; I only obey you, Chun.
In a beautiful personality, I can see the sacred meaning and understand the forbidden area of God, so I must
God is sacred to you, and you won't boast. Wise, you will always be a candle for nine days, shining on me.
Enter the door of faith! The essence of human nature is nerve, which is a virtue that human beings should have and belongs to the world.
Vulgarity is the source of tragic educational habits. Your spirit and body are bright and beautiful, right or wrong?
Let a thousand peaks full moon, wisdom, you should know that my words are not flattering.
Please praise the moon for you: the sun is not so much a symbol of beauty as a symbol of compassion.
China's poets always chant about the moon, but they all stay in the form of writing and drawing, without deep sympathy. Only Tang poetry has today.
Jathyapple Ming people, I hope I don't know Qiu Si's musical taste, which is a treasure.
The secret of covering the moon, the beauty of the moon and the humanity of the moon are all in its generosity, comforting the fatigue of travelers.
Comfort the nightingale's silence, comfort the girl sobbing against the diaphragm, comfort Xi Cihui in the stone, comfort the fatigue of travelers,
Comfort the nightingale's silence, comfort the girl sobbing on the fence, comfort the wild flowers standing alone among the stones, and sometimes put them on gently.
Curtains ripple, kissing the sleeping baby, a thoughtful poet by the river, sometimes silently praying for light.
Tears are like dew, and the naive child cries for help when he sees the round boat flying in the sky.
And show your little white hand holding the light in your arms to show your love; The secret and beauty of this month,
This month's humanity is also the effect of this month's compassion. Therefore, the less you can use the bright moon to grieve yourself every month.
I can't control my tears, but my sadness is deeper and my tears are more beneficial, so I get comfort and solace from my soul.
The deeper you go, the more. Hui, you know this secret best. I'm not saying that you don't want me to cry, but crying really comforts me.
Beautiful moon! This circle is clean, this freedom is beyond doubt, and the sky is clear. It's beautiful.
Myth!
This powerful woman is not Yu Gui, and this swaying person is not Chang 'e's toad, so it is unnecessary.
He asked, why is he so happy and ignorant when he is pedantic in Qichun and cold in the palace?
However, you like science and ask astronomers what the moon looks like, so that you can measure the mirror to see the moon and then look at it.
Today, it is a valley skeleton and a rock skull. Those smart people are as stiff as stone ditches and fail like rafters.
I expected to be like a girl, but now I am wrinkled and ugly like an old woman, which has comforted me and puzzled my lover.
I think that the mystery of direction and the beauty of direction have become scientific facts, the illusion has disappeared, and beauty is a secret.
Death. Burning a harp and cooking a crane, why spoil the scenery with wisdom? Why choose the true spirit?
Suddenly, how would you accept it? Why is science enough to know the moon, and how is the mirror enough to know the moon, only the moon?
The spirit of things, but seeing its truth, is so stunned that the moon is beautiful, and the truth of the moon is everything, don't you?
Gratitude-Endymion, the whole poem was written in January, which proved the beauty and truth, and the universe.
If you have a journey, if you manage the darkness, you can't do it, but the wings of truly conscious people can surprise you.
This is also the case. Kind words say: "My years are getting longer, and the harmony between the moon and my passion is getting better;"
You are still in the deep valley, you are alone on the top of the mountain, you are still in the wisdom of sages, the piano sound of poets and the voice of bosom friends,
Noon; Your mouth in Judah glorifies you; You are still the drum when I get cold feet, fighting.
Pony, I am the knight of Meshagu, the most brilliant feat; You are as charming as a woman, and you are lovely.
Bright moon! 」