-Jing M.Guo
Jing M.Guo confessed inspirational friendship.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
-Li Bai
Li Bai writes about scenery in beautiful spring.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
-Li Bai
The Moon, Homesickness, Li Bai and Loneliness
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
-Li Bai
Li Bai, the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, writes about scenery.
Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what interleaving is.
-Jing M.Guo
Philosophy, confession, domineering, gratitude
There is a tree to the east of the building. I planted a peach tree. Don't come for three years.
-Li Bai
Some people will be engraved in their memories forever, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change.
-Jing M.Guo
Philosophy, Confession, Jing M.Guo and Sorrow.
Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, don't cry in the dark, look forward and don't look back. As long as you have the courage to face up to it, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, it is still a bright sky, which will not make people feel confused.
-Shakespeare
Shakespeare, inspiration, affection and teachers
One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.
-Jing M.Guo
Philosophy, sadness, Jing M.Guo, girl.
Nature will not deceive us, but it is often ourselves who deceive us.
-Rousseau
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
-Du Fu
Spring, scenery, Du Fu and praise
The girl with yellow silk is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers press down the branches. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and songbirds just crow.
-Du Fu