1. We walked along with longing for happiness, longing and tireless pursuit, with sweat, scars and dust all the way. The vicissitudes of life have not been washed away, the tears have not been dried, and the mud is enough to climb the stairs and stare at Chai Men. That is by no means a happy dream. Will the fiery heart suddenly cool down? Will disappointment cover the whole body? I will never take back my knocking hand.
2. I finally understand that the time on the wall clock and the time on the watch is only a representation of time, which exists in richer daily life ── in the rising tide and dry river, in the laughter of children, in the blooming flowers, in the migration of migratory birds, in our different faces, in the new scratches on tables and chairs, and in the process of a person's voice changing from crisp to hoarse. As long as we are walking, time will go. We and time are a pair of companions, and the immortal one will lead us to the end of time unconsciously. (Text/Chi Zijian)
3. It seems that every flower snow is just a temporary branch arm, not the ice in the leaf layer. It seems that the voice that cares carefully is saying, why leave today's snow for tomorrow's wind/it seems that I keep three feet of cold every day. Unconsciously, let the cold ice turn the warm spring into a thin frost. I missed the spring outing, not that spring forgot me. (Chi Zijian
4. In the vast desert, a tree stands upright and is a monument; Towering green hills, thousands of trees stand upright, is a great wall; On the long river bank, all the trees stand upright and are a dragon; The tree of youth sings eternal sincerity in the tide of the times.
You can choose a rainy night, put out the lights and candles, listen to the oblique wind, listen to the drizzle, and listen to the ups and downs of crickets under the windowsill. Or on a clear night, a person lying on the balcony, facing the bright starry sky and the bright moon, reciting Li Bai's "Since from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me "and lyric for Dongpo:" When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. ......
6. Years silently accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Mountains tell great stories in silence, rivers write magnificence in silence, blue sky shows in silence, and the earth is brewing eternity in silence.
7. The purple swallow around the beam is gentle, and it should use this beautiful thing to cultivate and nurture the younger generation; The moonlight formed by sunlight is gentle, sprinkling the peaceful and cool Yin Hui on the earth and gently soothing the burned memory. The ticking clock is gentle, it walks calmly and thoughtfully, and never disturbs every sweet dream; A girl's heart is tender. How attractive can a girl be without this?
8. Everyone has his favorite flowers, and everyone has many reasons to be kind to himself and condense his life into lasting fragrance in the long river of time. The moment it blooms, it will attract all eyes.
9. Life is the same. Like a delicate piece of glass, it can't stand the impact of natural and man-made disasters, and it breaks into a dazzling place. Every piece is a transparent heart. Life is often like a epiphyllum. With years of tears and sweat, mixed with painstaking efforts, there will be a moment to laugh at the world.
10, the pain is like a boulder that depresses the heart of singing. I believe that pain is the source of happiness, and it will be transformed into the power to cross the rock.
Suffering makes you full of holes. I believe that these memories are like flowers among thorns, lingering in a beautiful corolla of that year.
There are dark clouds in the sky, and you will see an eagle like lightning, breaking the evil prelude. I believe that there will be a brilliant chorus of raindrops.
1 1. If life is a glass of wine, I would like to believe that it is the most mellow wine in the world.
It is brewed with the harvest of the earth, it is brewed with the starry rain all over the sky, it is fermented in the wine cellar of time, and it is held in the cup of the soul.
12. If life is a glass of wine, I would like to be a skilled bartender-I will blend in with the faint morning breeze and the changeable season. Into the imagination of people on the journey, but also into the vicissitudes of swimming sigh; There are also poetic flowers, pure feelings, quiet thoughts, fervent beliefs ..... rotating and merging into colorful images in the glass of life.
13. Children are like buds on the first branches, and the delicate buds are full of morning light and hope; Teenagers are like budding buds, shyly dozing in the room that seems to be released, and their hearts are full of spring dreams; Youth is like a blooming flower, fragrant and fragrant, showing the vitality and temptation of youth and facing everything. Middle age is like a blooming flower, the petals gradually lose their delicate beauty but are already familiar, and the fruit begins to bear fruit heavily in the core; Old age is like a flower with a broken calyx, but it is more beautiful and romantic to "bloom twice" in the twilight.
14. Every moment of life should be like a lotus flower opening slowly, playing beauty and fragrance to the world. Every stage of life should bloom like a lotus flower, do not regret the missed sunshine, do not fear the coming wind and frost, and do your best until the end. Finally, even if the petals of calyx fall, there are lotus-seed-like "relics", which are brilliant and fragrant. This is a clean life!
15. Youth is not a sign of a certain period of life, it refers to the psychological state that people should have. If you want to stay young forever, you should not only have a strong will, rich imagination and stirring enthusiasm, but also have the courage to overcome timidity and the desire to never compromise with difficulties and take risks. (Samuel Wolman's Ode to Youth)
16. Autumn is the calmness of vitality, the slowness after the high notes, the openness after the rushing rivers, the aging after the years, and the good time when the mountains are beautiful like mountains. Don't be surprised, don't worry, don't be angry. Ji Xu is decent and knowledgeable. Although I am familiar with the diversity of the world, I can't get rid of the innocence of the past; The dream has woken up, but I'm not flustered. (Autumn of Life ● Jiang Longfei)
17. The autumn of life is the peak of human evolution. Full forehead, elegant shape and great thinking energy; Her silhouette is a clear logical line, angular, orderly, harmonious and smooth; Her hands are delicate and powerful, her legs and feet are steady and powerful, and her nervous system is an open vine, a permanent checkpoint and a banner for hunting against the wind. . (Autumn of Life ● Jiang Longfei)
18. Practitioners in medical schools should be brave, not afraid of the greatest difficulties in their studies, not afraid of the hardships on the road, dare to take root in gravel soil, dare to take root in gravel soil, and dare to join the vast wilderness. In the age of heroes' decline, I am eager to meet a man who can gallop around the world with a long sword. After returning from the Four Lakes, I know that a small fountain in the mountains has become a spray today, but tide watchers always want to see waves jumping in the air, opening a snow-white flower array for a headland that others may or may not see. But what about the wave behind, will it be marched to the battlefield in time?
Whoever dares will win. (Zhang Xiaofeng, "Who dares")
19 Leng Yue is quiet and full of poetry. It is better to be a flower swaying in the wind in front of your window than to cover up your thoughts.
20. You, who always thought you could live on the other side and never met you, left me here. Why are you silent, but I can hear your heartbeat, even the cold breath from the tiny mottled walls. Yes, there is no snow under the dim street lights in Guangzhou, but there are still people wandering outside the heart door, knocking on the closed Xiao Xuan window on the moonlit night when the piano is fading away.
2 1. There is no warm hug, no lingering hand in hand, they just look at each other, and there is a small stream in their eyes. He took the big bag in her hand and told her to follow behind empty-handed. When he got home, he put her on the chair and looked at her and smiled. Suddenly, he moved out a tin can, which she usually used to put some odds and ends. In front of her, he opened the tin can and hurriedly jumped around with broad beans.
He showed her one by one, and when he counted to one, he looked up and smiled at her. He counted for a long time, and one * * * was ninety-two broad beans. She memorized the number in her mind. 92 days is exactly the number of days she left home.
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Life is like a clear spring, flowing quietly, and the taste of time is vivid in fresh words. Those beautiful feelings will always touch your heart inadvertently.
23. If you and I are destined for each other in this life, we should savor the attachment of the world of mortals in the fragrance of green tea. The fate of tea and water is because water knows the heart of tea, tea knows the meaning of water, water is fragrant and tea is bright. And the fate between you and me is because of the bamboo beside Gaosongxi on the mountain, and the breeze is a bosom friend. I just want to gently pluck a ray of moonlight, let the gentle breeze blow open your heart lake, and let the warm blessings overflow your heart sea.
Knowing each other is far away from you, but I don't know how deep the clouds are.
24. My dream foot, stepping on the starlight and moonlight every night, crosses Qian Shan every day.
My friend, I will see you again.
But my friend, I want you to forgive me, because I only brought warm and powerful arms; I brought you nothing but your strange spring scenery.
Elegant players gently touch the water with dexterous fingers, and seven heartstrings sing rhythmically with the green water, singing a delicate charm and a quiet spirituality.
26. When you miss those people who slip through your life, all your love and hate are covered with a faint aura. Through the halo, you can see them again, and love and hate turn into a profound comfort to experience life.
27. Memories are the thread that keeps the kite alive. Whether you fly to the distant sky or fall into the deep stratum, it will always miss you. Missing is a very delicate dream. As long as the pendulum doesn't stop, no matter whether the sea in Wang Yang or the mountains, the dream of hometown will always be in the depths of your soul.
Missing is a negative that you don't want to expose. No matter the tired life or the dusty years, I can't erase my eternal concern and wishes for my friends. ......
28。 When loneliness is extreme and cigarettes burn loneliness to ashes, emotion is a butterfly that breaks through the window. When white hair has no top, years weave wrinkles into nocturnes, and emotions are a silent scroll.
29. The heart is a tree, and the story is engraved by the annual rings. Once it goes back and forth, it meets the birds; Repeated collisions make it dense and flexible, and scenes of experience have created its broad mind.
30. It's cold and rainy outside the window, and the lights are half bright, which blurs who is half drunk and half awake? A Wu Gou, a sword cold ling, fine hair as snow. Those heroic vows, those long-cherished wishes to gallop on the battlefield, are just a sigh for the bright moon tonight, just a smile made by the Ming Dynasty.
3 1. Tonight, I am drinking alone in the bright moon to see whose son's blue shirt has fallen, whose daughter has fallen to the country and turned around, who has beaten the horse by the wind and who is still singing that ancient song.
The spring breeze is bitter and affectionate, and the pear blossoms in a courtyard are cold. Sleeve dancing for thousands of months, singing eternal wind. ...
32. Decorate the freshness of the day with a little morning light and warm the mood of the season with a handful of sunshine. Run with the bull in the rain and release the romance in your heart. The reverie under the white clouds brought back the breadth and flight of the spiritual space. Listening to a cheerful and smooth music, there is no trace of melancholy floating on my face. ...
33. If we don't ask the sun for a smile, the warmth is still there, but we will laugh more confidently and calmly; If you turn around and find your own shadow and hide it properly, the sun will pass through your heart and warm every corner behind you; If the open palm can't put the butterfly down, then ...
34. Motherly love is diluted salt in seawater. Although invisible, every spray tastes the taste of mother's love. Motherly love is calcium deposited in our bones, mother's nagging is the superposition of love, mother's exhortation is the accumulation of love, mother's contribution is the recharge of love, and mother's contribution is love. ...
35. In life, there are always people who come safely, wait quietly and never leave; There are also some people who are as strong as wine and intoxicated, but wake up with nowhere to find, come and go like the wind, and have no trace in their dreams. Fate is deep and shallow, and so on: countless encounters, countless separations, a lot of sadness, perhaps reluctance, ...
36. The true nature of the heart should be like this. Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person and constantly striving for self-improvement". Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden their horizons, and refuse to give up eating because of choking.
37。 What can be broken must be really alive. Lin Daiyu broke up because of her unforgettable love; San Mao's breaking stems from her understanding and detachment at that moment of vicissitudes; Van Gogh's "Break" is the sharp pain of the sun in the light with a golden knife, while Beethoven's "Break" is a tragic movement in which black and white keys hits life with great spirituality. If the breaking of ordinary people reveals the purest and most beautiful light of human nature, then the breaking of these excellent souls, like a silver pear flower, permeates the sky above us.
38. When the quiet night comes, all the loneliness comes with it. They came in droves, looking for the distant spiritual shore, and a trembling heart fell into their spiritual harbor. Your smart wisdom, quick thinking, unique insights and humorous words are all in your heart.
39. Sadness and love have no knot, and my heart is full of dust, but I have no choice but to shake the piano and burn my lover's tears.
The corners of my eyes are painted with sadness, and my forehead is covered with wandering tears.
Sadness sounded, and sudden showers turned infatuation into resentment.
40. When I meet you at night, the moonlight is like water, the fragrance is floating and the flowers are shining. Hope turns into clouds, thoughts stand in the wind, homesickness swings into flying dresses, turning the face of that night into a beauty under the shadow of a lamp.
4 1. Seeing all kinds of scenery, all kinds of deep feelings and melancholy. After all, who is who? Perhaps, everything is just passing by. Prosperity is gone, who can accompany who to watch the long stream of water? Ordinary me, I can't open the lock of fate. The worry of the world of mortals may only be truly understood by people with a will.
42. The yard is covered with green plants. With the graceful steps of summer, the lavender of a tree is condensed into the color like water, and the beautiful paulownia blooms like a wind chime. The flowers of Chinese parasol trees are like long bells, the stems are connected, the hem is slightly open, and the edges of the flowers are blooming with faint purple, as if to deliberately set off the charm of the flowers, which is the kind of faint purple, just like a certain color meets the inner expectations.
43. The dead butterfly flying all over the sky, mixed with faint night rhyme, falls in the nest, rises and falls suddenly, looking for the flute, but lingering in this dreamy and confused night! Meet in the autumn night, in the wonderful melody created by God for us, you look back and smile, and complement each other with the clear spring of a spoonful of pool and the moon nine days away, like a dream immersed in a bubble, which reminds people and stops!
44。 Tea fields in mountain villages, mountains full of flowers, layers of fog, covered hills, bathed in green waves. This mountain, so high, overlooks the vast sky, just like a sand pier in the misty sea. In spring, such a clear, spewing sound and the rhythm of mountains and streams make the girls in the mountain village grow long hair and bare pink skin with excitement.
Seiko's graceful rhyme, the sadness and loneliness left by twisting his lips, is the lonely rhyme that Li Yian and Leng Xian put between their fingers. For example, Chimonanthus praecox lives alone in a deep mountain valley, but its elegance and charm are more meaningful after being infiltrated by wind and frost.
46. Autumn insects sing a melancholy song, accompanied by deep-rooted acacia. The lingering between the eyebrows spread wantonly in the dark night, confused in misty rain platform.
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47. Cherishing reading means cherishing beauty, cherishing Guilin's landscape, singing, dancing, singing, dancing, spring rain, autumn wind, green manure and red thinness, cherishing the deep affection of "mountain water" and the crisis of "flying in all directions", and cherishing Schubert's slow flow and Strauss's slow blowing.
48. I picked up these withered flowers one by one in many mornings, stroking those pink, yellow, purple and white lives, like butterflies full of energy, trembling in my palm. Some things in the world seem to be directed at us. Falling flowers in the pillow is a chapter of music: a ballad that wants to break and continue. On a cool autumn night, I fell off my pillow and quietly savored the happiness and satisfaction of life. At a certain moment, there will even be an inexplicable warmth, which will remind people of the glory of the past. I rest on them, thinking that these spirits abandoned by years are actually attracted to me, which is a kind of fate. (Liu Hongfu's "A Falling Flower")
49. The rain gradually died down, and clear light came in from behind the curtain. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the water droplets left on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand points of fluorescence. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain! (Bing Xin's laughter)
50. The rain under the eaves falls on Mao's clothes drop by drop. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The straw and grape trellis in front of the door are all new yellow and light green, which are very bright and beautiful. -After a while, it finally cleared up and went downhill quickly. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly. (Bing Xin's laughter)
5 1. This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded between canals, and groups of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind. Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom. (pastoral poetry)
Carl Chapik
52. The world is really beautiful.
● Shi Xuehui
When you leave, you want to be free and easy and charming. When you really leave, you leave quietly at night with a beautiful umbrella. I think I have to get caught in the rain, but after the rain stopped, the grass smelled bright and the breeze swept my face and ears kindly. At this moment, the world is really beautiful.
It is beautiful that crimson petals fall between your fingers, beautiful Wang Yang is as beautiful as the sea, the season when a gentleman is in love is beautiful, and the pain on the cold and wet road is also beautiful.
When the mind is immersed in the bank of May, when the memory burns the soul of regret, when the storm destroys the ship of hope, the colorful lyrics are still sunshine, the flowers of forget-me-not are still crystal clear, and the other shore is still calling eagerly.
Is it sunset glow? The sunset is a burning rose. Just as the wasteland has a real sun, autumn rain has a bosom friend.
The world is really beautiful.
53, spring and people, the handwriting is green. Under the willow tree, the branches are immersed in the pool water with floating fog when writing, otherwise the handwriting is not dark green. There are also illustrations in this letter-writing in the awakening place, and my wrist is already sour, so I just draw it casually. Illustrations are flowers on trees. (Gone with the Wind ○ Bargay vilen)
54. The castle peak is at the door, the white clouds are at the door, the bright moon is at the window, and the cool breeze blows the seats. Leaning by the window, holding a paper in my hand, cooking tea and talking with my good friends, I was very happy this night. Talking about ancient and modern times, quietly playing around mountains and rivers, drinking tea and wine, suitable for leisure. Happy years, autumn night talk, endless joy, only hate the short days. Lying high in the restaurant, the red sun does not wake up the poem; Books are full of flower pavilions, and white clouds are always fragrant.
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The next warm chord brings bleak pastoral scenery. Autumn dispels the green of the earth and adjusts all colors evenly with its neutral color. Harmonious and noble, stable and comfortable, only the harvest autumn can be so quiet and serene. Several piles of shiny wheat straw, a ray of silvery blue translucent kitchen smoke, a tree stands here and there on the plain, and a motley cow slowly grazes here and there. (Feng Jicai's Music in Autumn)
The sunset is like a dream.
The sunset on the horizon is on the edge of the dream, falling bit by bit. There is a hint of purple in the faint red, which renders a beautiful charm and looks forward to the clouds and continuous mountains. Fall into a colorful dream.
Sunset is a full watercolor pen, affectionate on the cheeks of clouds. Cloud, burning, gorgeous. Light red is covered with purples, and deep red is printed with purples. Roll and soar. On the edge, it is bright and very clever; The middle is particularly dignified and full of affection. Close up, the layers are distinct, and the virtual and the real are alternating, such as heavy ink on rice paper, which makes people dizzy. Distant like strips of colored silk, elegant and hazy.
The silent mountain was lit up and the outline gradually became clear. The continuous peaks are burning orange, comparable to the clouds in the sky. In the middle of the mountain, there is a faint blue in purple, which is very heavy. At the foot of the mountain, dreamy pale pink clouds blurred a dreamy forest and a poetic hut.
57。 One leaf after another is superimposed and staggered, as if to hide the breath that spring brings to the earth. However, it will blossom after all, just like the mother's footsteps. Through the intricate leaves, we can still feel a lot of information from the earth. The branches of the Toona sinensis tree pulled out a bunch of buds in the mother's eyes. The tender buds of goose yellow reveal a compelling brightness, as bright as a mirror in the hand and as sharp as a sickle repeatedly ground by my father.
It's early summer, and all the flowers have gathered. Only this lilac and purples are blooming, and the flowers are full of branches, one next to another, one after another. The morning breeze in Xu Lai, the branches and flowers are swaying together, swaying with the wind, just like being drunk in the clouds, which is a good artistic conception of cool breeze.
59. "Black eyes, a green bamboo nose and a small mouth like a spring peach are all sketched on the face, and then dyed with hibiscus skin color and tied with a thick ponytail. Beautiful girls looked like the red star cuckoo in Mandarin at that time, but the lead was washed away. After all, it is the innocent age of vests, clogs and airplane umbrellas. Xiao Jiabiyu is coming out of the picture book of the lake and Xiaoxiang water cloud with a fan, covered with a faint book. " (The Story of the Stone)
60. That's a smile-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her sleepy curly hair,
Scattered and stirred her hide.
Gentle as the shadow of a flower,
The sweetness of itching,
Into your heart.
That's a smile-a poetic smile, a painting smile;
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.