Classic beautiful pictures, time-boiling rain, shallow singing of the years, injecting the best sweetness and slowly flowing past with plain colors, and integrating the dust of the past into the collection of the soul. What beautiful words! Such beautiful words must have pictures. Share the classic mito below.
Classic essays with pictures 1 I like to hold a cup of green tea in a quiet afternoon, smell the lingering fragrance, and watch the tea slowly sink and stand still in the water. This moment has nothing to do with the charm of tea, but the peace of time, the peace of time and the peace of mind.
All along, with a minimalist heart, I have been immersed in the time that made me stable. Those mottled vicissitudes hidden in the depths of the world of mortals have long been washed as smooth as a mirror by the running water of the years. Occasionally reflect some light and shadow, just a chuckle in the flowers, or a dance in the misty rain.
Touch a pure heart, dye a touch of pure beauty, gently twist the fragrance around your fingertips, and every pleasant touch in the fragrant time. Plant a simple beauty, plant it in the elegant corridor of time, and let every beautiful part of life walk in the years with a quiet attitude.
Time has precipitated acacia and filtered bitterness. A quiet stream, with the sincerity of the years, slowly moistens the deep heart of the season.
A fragrant flower warms a simple heart; A green leaf and fresh vision add a quiet beauty; I miss the strangeness of time, a breeze and a drizzle. I miss the romance in the deepest part of the world of mortals. I tell the glory given by the years and the beautiful past in the beautiful years.
A shallow encounter of the soul, a deep hiding of the soul, a soft and fleeting wheatgrass; A sincere heart, an old warmth, and a deep affection of the world of mortals.
There is always a fate that touched for a while; There is always a feeling that warms a heart; Ever-changing, prosperous, will eventually be lighter than the breeze. Everything has its own spirituality when the rain falls and the flowers bloom; Human feelings are warm and cold, and the heart is in harmony.
Just want to keep a quiet, with a blooming time, give time a warmth; With a faint scent of the past years, give the years a leisure.
I just want to be a plain poet in time, pure as a lotus, free from dust. In the pure words, I miss the tranquility and serenity, and I miss my attachment to the floating world. The book is full of words, only flowing gently at my fingertips; The beauty and gentleness of that woman were as graceful as a quiet violet before becoming a misty Buddha.
The most beautiful encounter in the world of mortals, the bright eyes of the season and deep understanding make the conversion of the soul the warmest possession. Listen to the true meaning of the years, whisper the tenderness of the world of mortals, and silently watch the eternal moment.
In the journey of life, whether it is raining or sunny in Wan Li, there must always be a person walking. A casual flowering season comes quietly, and you are the most beautiful scenery in my fleeting time. In the desolate season, what you gave me became the warmest warm current in my world.
Life is a road, and it is also a practice that has endured the sun and rain again and again. Sometimes, it is this kind of experience that makes us learn to accept the helpless ending, and these helplessness may be the most ordinary result in this world.
The Brilliance of Life is an exquisite painting painted with passion. Touching in Life is a heartfelt poem written with true feelings. Wandering in the beautiful painting, holding poetic ink, you and I, go to a spiritual encounter, shallow ink and pure lotus, light language and peace.
In March, everything revived and spring was strong.
Young leaves, tenderness and peach blossoms, did Dong Er leave in a hurry, or did he miss the fragrance of peach blossoms in the spring breeze?
"Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian.
Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. "Poetry in the flowers, wine on his lips, unrestrained words.
This delicate peach blossom has moistened the tears of many Iraqis and the feelings of many people. ...
"Peach blossoms are in the early spring, and no one looks bright." Yingying spring, soft fragrance overflowing, miles of peach blossoms.
Who's that? A Momoka note, a touch of spring warmth, a world of mortals and water, a period of writing time, a long feeling; A nervous bonus, a trembling heart, in the three cycles of life, I look forward to, but also feel warm and cherish.
Get drunk with the spring breeze, forget the fleeting time and miss each other.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, full of sleeves, soft and fragrant, and there are thousands of customs.
Peach blossom, light fragrance, slow meaning, floating clouds dream, playing the piano lightly, into the clouds and smoke.
Burning youth, breeze blowing, holding your hand, who is that? Looking back gently, whispering charming words and gently stirring up the peach blossom dream of spring breeze?
People are among the flowers. "A love that consumes everything, you can pay it back slowly." Smart magic pen, peach blossom, bees hesitate, butterflies dance.
Pick a beam of light and shadow, play a heart-to-heart love, warm spring breeze, the fragrance of peach blossoms, a bustling dream, poetry and love.
Written in the wind, clear water, shining through time, lingering fragrance, swaying freely, singing gently.
The world of mortals is close at hand. Is the peach blossom filling the face, or is it fascinated by the peach blossom? The time of wishing to spread your wings, the moment of germination, the ten-mile peach blossom, the burning peach blossom, the fragrant petals, the charming flowers, the time of being drunk and dreaming, and the years.
Flower line in Wan Li, incense line in Wan Li.
The breeze is blowing gently, the fragrance of flowers is faint, and the ten-mile peach forest is elegant, clean and flawless, and the jade core is clear and rippling.
Did you see the flowers, or did you disturb the spring and miss it? Stroll through the Xuxing, Shili Taolin and Baili Fanghua.
The letter is lightly folded, the look is slightly twisted, the flowers are faint, the spring breeze is gentle and graceful, and the heart is rippling.
Hold a yearning, touch a ray of tenderness, brush away the peach blossom in March, tap the cinnabar between the red face and eyebrows, and listen to the whisper of the heart.
Perhaps, if you love, you will have more ideas; After reading it, I feel less tired.
Peach blossoms set each other off in red, a corner of red dust, a misty rain, romantic thoughts, elegant and fragrant.
Walk slowly, sneak away, turn the water and smile. Who's that? Whispering softly, dancing swaying, watching the strings of human feelings, playing the piano, and strolling leisurely outside the dream.
Unfortunately, the green hills are still there, and the setting sun is a little red. Is it like a flash in the pan? You can't see the end of the world when you look back? Or are you fascinated by the orchids and fragrances in the spring breeze, bustling dances, flowers and dust, and peach blossoms?
"After a thousand years, I still know you." Looking at the pink peach blossom, smelling the faint peach blossom fragrance, chewing the peach blossom whistle.
The flowers are beautiful and they are smiling.
Short-lived deduction, ordinary writing, and instant thoughts.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red.
But "the east wind flowers press the branches all night, and the red flies are full of fragrance." Taolin Yiyi, pink petals fluttering, peach blossoms in March, falling in succession, fluttering and dyeing the heart.
"Peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilions, although Mengshan is there, it is difficult to hold books." You know, you know, "Nothing to do?" Still water Zen is intentional, and the fallen flowers are silent.
The warm wind is blowing, the peach blossoms are flying, and the fragrance is "annoying" and intoxicating.
The fragrance is blurred and the peach blossoms are gone. Who's that? Gently peck at the heartstrings and sigh piteously.
Fragrant and lonely, gorgeous and charming, who is it? Smart ink clouds, condensed at the bottom of eyes, faint spring, thousands of miles of Momoka, winding peach blossoms, delicate silk, lingering rhyme for thousands of years, and so on.
"If there are flowers, you can fold them straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers." Looking back at the bleak place, going home is neither stormy nor heartless.
Shili Peach Blossom blooms in the horizon of the spring breeze.
Then how can this pure concern be free of youth? Buddha said that it is a good mood to smile at flowers, and it is a good state to watch flowers fall quietly.
Warm sunshine, bustling mood, talking about falling in love, smart and crazy.
However, after all, flowers are heartless and water is intentional.
So whose face is mottled by this touching moment? Fresh and elegant picture, who is missing? The spring breeze is ten miles and the peach blossoms are red. Who is it for? Whose fragrance is all over the street? Looking back, is it still the same?
The rain keeps you awake, and the years are old.
Then how many stories will this calm and stupid white paper carry, from beautiful and beautiful birth to sad and sad parting?
The breeze blows on your face, the flowers are quiet, your eyebrows pass by, and your heart whispers. Is this fallen red land kneeling in front of the Buddha for thousands of years, gentle dreams swaying in the dream of water, or is that clear and poetic heart swaying in the world of mortals and bumping into entanglement?
Love is true and sincere, stroking the strings, fireworks in the dust, and haze flowing in the world. After a long time, it is a clear spring, but it is only a clear joy.
Isn't our life so colorful? Ok, thank you.
The fetters of fate, the intertwined fate, the lonely years and the old years, do you remember the peach blossom fragrance in the past? The alliance words with lingering fragrance in previous lives are silent and warm.
With this little smile, will you really wake up that life is just a tree blooming? "The most important thing in life is not where we are, but where we are going."
Looking back, time is like a flying flower spinning between destinies. The past, the present and the future are like three generations. At every stage, I am in this peach blossom, and the spring breeze attacks people one after another.
From youth to maturity, from ignorance to purity, in different journeys, we carry our bags and practice constantly.
Those frivolous times, those years that have passed, the spring of that year, remember who was drunk again? Time is a passer-by, and we are the masters.
Then, in every faint petal, have you ever met another familiar and unfamiliar self ... Looking at the peach blossoms in the spring breeze and smelling the long fragrance of flowers, do you really realize that things are different, people are different, and life will not stay for anyone? "As beautiful as a flower, she can't last the past years."
"Where the peach blossoms go, they are still smiling in the spring breeze." Peach blossoms are burning, full of branches and leaves, and flowers bloom as fate, while falling flowers are robbery.
No matter how beautiful the flowers are, there are times when they fade; No matter how rich life is, it will always disappear.
Mountains and rivers are all dust, so what about the dust in the dust? Like anything, she always has an answer. She should try to accept and understand, not worry. After all, life is beyond excitement. "Fading time is the original color of time." How can the spring breeze smell of peach blossoms? "If there is a peach blossom garden in my heart, where is the water cloud sword?"
Qiu Lai's most classic essays in his dreams are illustrated in Figure 3.
An autumn rain and a cold. After several autumn rains, the breath of autumn is very strong.
I have always liked autumn, and I always feel that no season can be so close to emotion, tacit understanding and appropriate.
Choose an autumn country and climb a long winding path. Every step is beautiful.
The fragrance of Jingui came through the sun. Perhaps, before long, the frost leaves all over the tree will turn red and shy, and they will cascade in the wind. Under the tree, sometimes there are faint purple flowers hiding their faces and snickering ... too many colors are full of eyes, so autumn is happy.
However, behind the splendor, it can capture the gloom and coldness of "the frost is bleak, the river is cold, and the sunset is the building", although it is silent.
It should be the end of an ancient city wall, ruined and overgrown with weeds. There should also be a deep voice like a shadow, if there is nothing. But I always feel that the double sadness of autumn and dusk is too vicissitudes for me to bear.
I still like the faint sadness in the humid air. The autumn sounds of trees and trees, and the cool colors of mountains and mountains make people feel a little emotional: is there an autumn sound that can be explained to each other, and is there a mountain color that can be verified with whom?
More often, I like to walk under a tree in a small town on a sunny evening. Let the wind quietly comb the lifted hair, clearly distinguish between sweetness and sadness, blend with the dignified figure, and be euphemistic like Qiu Si under the description of the sunset. A fallen leaf, dancing for the final performance, drifted into the distance and finally returned to peace. Are there also fallen leaves dancing with butterflies in the distant sky? Will anyone else be troubled by similar feelings at the same time?
At this time, it is most suitable to dream of remembering old friends.
A bird, with a beautiful arc through the empty twilight, disappeared into view, and there was a strange poem that was half familiar, wrapped around its upper lip. Actually, I know nothing about poetry. I am just independent of dusk, trying to find an empty and comforting branch for countless thoughts.