I am a rosy cloud, and the Weaver Girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain regarded me as the lace of their new clothes.
I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e.
I used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds.
When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine. 1. Raindrops can absorb sound, make the surrounding environment quieter than usual, and fewer people travel in rainy days, so I'm afraid ... all I can hear is my inner voice.
The rain in summer always pours down, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and comes to the world together. "Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." This rain is so bold and free! Rain, which reminds me. I thought of the heroic martyrs who lived vigorously: Dong Cunrui and Yang Jingyu ... and Su Shi and Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty.
In your life, there will always be someone who is your bright moonlight. In your life, there will always be one person who is your achilles heel, one person who is your endless love tears, and one person who is your heart knot. In life, there are few friends who can accompany us to the end, and it is always good to accompany us one after another. Life is bittersweet and salty, and it tastes like drinking a glass of water.
4. It is a great regret in life to have love and not be husband and wife; Love between husband and wife is a great sorrow in life. Forced love is unstable. Don't hate the person you loved and don't wait for him to come back.
Men often can't stand the test of happiness, and women often can't stand the test of pain. Don't be too naive, because marriage is not a frank place, but a diplomatic stage.
6. Looking in the rain, running in tears in the rain, waiting in the rain, unrestrained in the rain, waiting for her in the rain.
7. I no longer fantasize, but I still like rain. When it rains, I like to sit by the window and count the raindrops.
8. No matter whether it rains or blows, no matter whether you cry or laugh, no matter what others say, you will only be in your eyes.
9. It is falling like a transparent silver needle from the sky, decorating the valley of Qian Shan, and like a bright pearl, it falls one after another and is inlaid with green fields.
10. The sky is dark, the leaves on the tree are swaying, but the flowers and plants on the ground are shaking with laughter. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs, and the thunder became louder and louder. It is raining harder and harder, and there is more and more water on the ground. The water on the road overflows people's feet for a while, and then gathers like a stream flowing into the ground. The rain stopped slowly, and when I opened the window, the sober air came face to face. Really comfortable! In an instant, a colorful rainbow appeared in the sky, which was really beautiful.
1 1. Autumn rain always gives people a bleak feeling. "It's raining on the plane leaves", a poem of seven words, depicts a picture of autumn rain. After reading this poem, a sense of desolation arises spontaneously. The autumn rain dripped and washed away the summer heat. Autumn rain does not necessarily represent desolation, but also represents harvest. You see, in the autumn rain, the fruits are ripe and fragrant; In the rice field, the golden waves are turning, and the cabbage and cucumber are ripe.