Wet a mouthful of white tea, full of happiness, nothing else
Inadvertent touch, the cup poured out tea, dripping light green warmth. Blending for nearly a foot, there are fewer happy days, leaving a long night of sadness and pain.
Water drops splashed everywhere, piercing the rustling in the morning, turning white as snow and reflecting bamboo as green, gently stirring the past.
Things have changed, and now I have no other thoughts. Looking at the flowers in spring, my heart is full and the moon is full, and I feel scared quietly.
Between Panzhihua and Panzhihua, there is a pool of complicated thoughts under the powder snow. I remember the word "feet of water" and now I have a lot of thoughts in my heart.
The stone floated into the water, and the water in the pool was turbulent and rippled in circles.
This wave didn't stop, and it started again and again, melting endlessly.
Why forget your worries and play the piano and sing poetry and wine songs?
A foot of water is full of thoughts.
One foot, the rules were engraved all over the courtyard, and the autumn wind swept away the fallen flowers, leaving a faint place.
A flower is a world.
If the heart is like a mirror, it is still like water, and it doesn't flow, it is more stable to stop water. Then, this clever earth looks up at Lang Lang Gan Kun, and within ten squares, it is naturally trapped between these squares.
In ancient times, there was a mountain called "Square Inch".
Clouds don't disperse all the year round, and they flow all the year round. To cultivate bamboo in Maolin, we must struggle around the stars, clean the turbulence and lean on the sun and the moon. Between the virtual mountain and the deep water, it is to use the meaning of heaven and earth to resist the change of six qi.
One mountain and one person. Is one foot lightly into the world, the other foot detached into the delicate. Hermits don't want to be lonely.
Running water does not return, it is close at hand, what is lost is no longer, and now I feel sad.
Keep your heart, affection and vigilance between noises.
Heart, desolate, no distractions.
Today, this is by no means true.
Water, if you are wise.
Ruler, measuring device is small and big.
Wet a mouthful of white tea, full of happiness, nothing else.
2. Spring
Zhu ziqing
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick some balls, run a few laps, and catch some puzzles. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like Xia, white is like snow, and flowers are sweet. When I close my eyes, the tree seems to be full of peaches and plums. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere, mixed, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes and stars, blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brings some new earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends shows off her crisp voice and sings melodious songs, echoing the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof, but the leaves are bright green and the grass is green enough to stare. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers working in the fields, wearing hats and hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax your muscles, be full of energy, and do your job. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland