A person, a cup of tea, a relaxed mood, a cold memory, the rhyme of a cloud, the string of a gust of wind.
I went to see the flower show, and the peach and plum spring breeze gave a banquet, and the poems were lush. There are waist-length flowers, green wind, wine with ten miles of red makeup, and clouds and moons with eight thousand miles.
Go to a pool of spring water, sing a style, get drunk in January, have a long joy in your brow, and be full of compassion in your heart.
Sweep the flower shadows everywhere, the wind is moving, the sorrow is full, the time is smiling, and the years are not worried or afraid.
Go and wait for Grain Rain, where the falling flowers are cool on the shore of the breeze, the fire of poetry is lit in the heart, and the paper is covered with the green of solar terms.
Pick a piece of spring tea, leave one person with one tea, turn the back of the past into a painting, and boil the world-famous cool thin into tea.
I miss the autumn wind. I have missed you for a long time. This clear autumn season, I am happy and infatuated. You're safe, so am I.
I think the spring breeze is very thin and flowers fall easily. May this season be as warm as spring. May you have flowers and friends, a piano and wine. May flowers always bloom, the moon be long and round, and people grow well.
The spring breeze is ten miles through the world.
Spring breeze caresses the world, spring mountains surge with poems, and spring water ripples, bringing green sentences. Looking at reading a line of words, the eyebrows and eyes will be clear, and there is a clean stream between the lips, which is moist and slender, and a ray of joy and self-knowledge.
Why do you need more when you meet beautiful things? If you are green, the soil will warm the grass. How long does it take to meet someone? Just look at it and it will become a spring breeze.
The spring breeze warms you, writing a happy encounter. Outside a curtain, the fragrance of ink is dense, and the gown of that person's life comes to you; Write about Jiangnan water town. Short paper is oblique and dense, free and easy. Write epigrams of running, small peaks, red calyx, corn poppy and Nian Nujiao. ...
Write that the moonlight is deposited in the shadow of a wall, trying to meet in the sound of rain curtain, and empty our hearts at the water's edge of time.
Write a misty rain platform, hang a curtain of rain, read every thought, and draw your appearance with the lotus flower as the pen and the paper.
Write about all loves, an inclined red apricot, every thought, cardamom, peach blossom, and your acacia.
Write down your favorite lines, read them on my lips and listen to me whisper, a line of spring water, a line of flowers and plants, a line of small gardens and a line of red flowers.
The other row sits down, and at dusk, warm tea is cool; Sitting alone, the floating life became yesterday again.
Writing in the rustle of falling flowers, messy "lovesickness", writing in the clatter of horseshoes, thin "three layers of sunshine"
Spring breeze, blowing green Jiang Nanan, blowing a pool of spring water, blowing the news of peach blossoms, blowing the eyebrows of beauty.
In a word, I started from a line in Su Causeway, walked through a line, painted a bridge with willow, walked through a line, fell like snow, crossed a line, met a line in Yangzhou, Wan Li, read a line, and saw a bridge on a moonlit night.
See some water, some vegetation, green sentences all over the mountain, wine flags at the mouth of Xinghua Village, take a leisurely walk, watch, cross the bridge, take a narrow lane, then stop at the teahouse by the water, sit opposite the south of the Yangtze River and have a cup of tea.
Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
Picking green water, the sky is far from spring.
Sitting by the window, the tea in the teacup, the faint distant mountains, the spring water turns green and the spring grass emerges. It seems that silk books are colored and mountains and rivers stand on a vertical axis. I saw the people in the painting, drawing water by the spring, waiting for the tea pickers to come.
Spring water is born, spring forest is blooming, and the spring breeze is ten miles, which is not as good as you.
It seems that all the good things are settled in this season, including Qin Sang's feelings of swallowing grass and green branches, listening to the rain in a small building, selling flowers in the depths of alleys, flowers in skirts, the taste of apricot flowers, and the taste of green wine and small windows.
Wang Zengqi's "Human Vegetation";
Enjoy the flowers, enjoy the breath, atmosphere and feelings. Look at the flowers across the river, listen to the rain through the window, and light up the ancient and bright light through the labels occupied by the world.
It's like bathing in the moonlight, petals falling on your shoulders, stepping on a light snow, living, walking, watching and rejoicing, but not being swayed by considerations of gain and loss.
I wrote those shameful people and shameful past events in Jiangnan, in the rain in Qingshi Lane, in the warm sunny spring heart, and in my own spring.
It will be colorful for a while; Give thousands of loneliness a fleeting time.
The lost time is a wisp of flower fragrance, which falls with the wind and dyes the eyebrows. The corners of the mouth are laughing, laughing like Qingxi water; The past passing by is a sitting posture of a epigraph, beautiful to sadness, quiet to safety, gentle, diluted and silent.
May the spring be boundless and the years be safe.
Flowers bloom in spring, curtains roll in summer, leaves fall in autumn, snow falls in winter, and ink fades for a lifetime, making a ray of moonlight, a wine lamp falling under the monastery, a dim light curling in the courtyard, an old book sprinkled on the window, and wine becomes a thin and cold tone.
The thin spring breeze makes flowers fall easily.
Jiangnan is foggy and rainy, and spring comes late. Flowers fall in bluestone lane, deep mountain path, a pool of spring water, evening breeze.
Lonely scenery, poetic melancholy; Complete a word, wet rhyme, complete a blank sheet of paper and bind it into a book; Fall on your shoulders, fall on your eyebrows, see your eyes, your thoughts are so beautiful.
Chen Baisha: "Never tire of foreign things, never tire of seeing and hearing, never tire of making mistakes. The kite flies and the fish jumps, and the machine is in me. "
It turns out that we are all poetic flower-burying people in this world, with the affection of light rain and falling flowers, the pity of cherishing flowers, the sadness of hurting spring and the sadness of falling flowers dying.
It turns out that we can't repair the world of mortals bodhi fruit. We are always in the curtain of a spring rain, which gives birth to coolness. In a place where flowers fall, we have acacia, and in a curtain of flowers, we have nostalgia.
When spring comes, pear blossoms turn into snow-white thoughts, peach blossoms float into burning feelings, and apricot blossoms blow into faint worries. And you, walking on the bank of Liu Yin, walking on the flowing water of small bridges, are picturesque, comfortable and safe.
May the spring breeze bring warmth, may the spring scenery fill the world, and may you walk through all the flowers and meet all the beautiful things.
I think the spring breeze is very thin and flowers fall easily. I hope this season will be full of spring flowers, flowers will always bloom, the moon will be long and round, and people will grow well.