Some people are destined to appear in your life by accident, but they want you to forget her all your life.
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A flower blooms.
Running water said, you know, I'm really glad to know you.
Water said, it's a pity that we don't belong to the same world.
Running water said, you're right. Running water is intentional, but falling flowers is ruthless. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
You like winter, you say, the snow is beautiful and the plum blossoms are very fragrant. Maybe you don't know, in fact, you are a plum blossom, losing snow is white, and winning snow is three times as fragrant. You are arrogant, arrogant, and people can only look up and wait; You are also lofty and extraordinary, and you look down on everything, which makes people pay some respect. I know, in fact, you are very kind, easy to get along with, and cheerful, with a reassuring smile and pleasant voice.
There is no spring in the garden, and there is an almond in the wall.
You yearn for spring, and you say that everything is revived, colorful and intoxicating. Do you know that the red apricots outside the wall, like your beautiful talent-proud, but not enchanting-are very temperamental. I know, your words, your talent, are very sacred and should not be profaned. It was an affair, not a heart. I can see that, really.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. You miss summer, you say, dragonflies play in the water and shrimps swim at the bottom of the spring, which is wonderful. You like Cai He, the clear lake, the shabby boat, your graceful figure, wandering among the colorful lotus leaves, just like a lotus flower, graceful, leaving the world without falling dust. I know that your pure heart and lotus leaf have the same quality, and there is a blank in a corner of your heart.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Running water said, I like autumn. In autumn, all the flowers fall, but you will never fade. Your smile, your face, your words, your handwriting and everything about you are flowers that never fade. I know, you think I'm verbose, and verbosity is not a good habit. You didn't reply, even if you left a message, you seemed to evaporate, but you forgot that I am water and you can't evaporate.
The second glass of water.
Fallen flower said, I know you will be a good friend.
Fallen flower said, there is no gap between us.
Falling flowers say that flowing water is intentional, and the breeze blows feelings.
How can I put it? Love and hate are fruitless. What if it passes? Regret or nostalgia? What if you have no experience? Is it unwilling or disdainful? There are no absolutes, all absolutes are relative, there are no misunderstandings, and all misunderstandings are just differences in views and viewpoints; what do you think? It's the same at all times and in all countries. What if it's lost? Regret or remorse? What if it's not lost? Are you glad or glad? There is no eternity, all eternity is an instant, nothing is constant, and everything is constant only in the similarity of time and space; How to write? Laughter and scolding are articles. What if it's essential? Raise your eyebrows or exhale? So what if the dregs are gone? Confused or confused? There is no better, all the better are the best, there is no worse, all the worse are just different angles and levels; How do you live? Qinqi calligraphy and painting are all true feelings. What if the scenery is beautiful? Is it a legacy or a compliment? So what if it's sloppy? Legacy or demotion? No passers-by, passers-by are masters, without you and me, you and I are just the similarity of heaven, earth, sun and moon.
Third-rate flowers fell into the water.
What do you mean by falling into the water?
I said, it's very simple, that is, the flowers fall into the running water.
What do you mean, again?
I said, very simple, you are in my heart.
Every road that comes has its reasons for having to trudge like this, and every road that goes on has its direction that has to be chosen like this. Xi Murong said this. Our life, the road is at our feet, the whole three-dimensional space, let us go in any direction.
Just:
Behind every smile, there is a piece of Wang Yang, which is a tear; Learn to swallow your tears into your heart; Under every footprint, there is a mountain, which is bitter; Learn to step on pain. Flowing water carries falling flowers with heart, and falling flowers follow the flowing water unintentionally. Life is like this, there is not much to say, let's go. Whether it's one person or two people.
Writing with flowing water 1600 words
Like a fallen flower carried away by running water
Some people are destined to appear in your life by accident, but they want you to forget her all your life.
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A flower blooms.
Running water said, you know, I'm really glad to know you.
Water said, it's a pity that we don't belong to the same world.
Running water said, you're right. Running water is intentional, but falling flowers is ruthless. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
You like winter, you say, the snow is beautiful and the plum blossoms are very fragrant. Maybe you don't know, in fact, you are a plum blossom, losing snow is white, and winning snow is three times as fragrant. You are arrogant, arrogant, and people can only look up and wait; You are also lofty and extraordinary, and you look down on everything, which makes people pay some respect. I know, in fact, you are very kind, easy to get along with, and cheerful, with a reassuring smile and pleasant voice.
All loves can't get enough of it. An almond goes out of the wall.
You yearn for spring, and you say that everything is revived, colorful and intoxicating. Do you know that the red apricots outside the wall, like your beautiful talent-proud, but not enchanting-are very temperamental. I know, your words, your talent, are very sacred and should not be profaned. It was an affair, not a heart. I can see that, really.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. You miss summer, you say, dragonflies play in the water and shrimps swim at the bottom of the spring, which is wonderful. You like Cai He, the clear lake, the shabby boat, your graceful figure, wandering among the colorful lotus leaves, just like a lotus flower, graceful, leaving the world without falling dust. I know that your pure heart and lotus leaf have the same quality, and there is a blank in a corner of your heart.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Running water said, I like autumn. In autumn, all the flowers fall, but you will never fade. Your smile, your face, your words, your handwriting and everything about you are flowers that never fade. I know, you think I'm verbose, and verbosity is not a good habit. You didn't reply, even if you left a message, you seemed to evaporate, but you forgot that I am water and you can't evaporate.
The second glass of water.
Fallen flower said, I know you will be a good friend.
Fallen flower said, there is no gap between us.
Falling flowers say that flowing water is intentional, and the breeze blows feelings.
How can I put it? Love and hate are fruitless. What if it passes? Regret or nostalgia? What if you have no experience? Is it unwilling or disdainful? There are no absolutes, all absolutes are relative, there are no misunderstandings, and all misunderstandings are just differences in views and viewpoints; what do you think? It's the same at all times and in all countries. What if it's lost? Regret or remorse? What if it's not lost? Are you glad or glad? There is no eternity, all eternity is an instant, nothing is constant, and everything is constant only in the similarity of time and space; How to write? Laughter and scolding are articles. What if it's essential? Raise your eyebrows or exhale? So what if the dregs are gone? Confused or confused? There is no better, all the better are the best, there is no worse, all the worse are just different angles and levels; How do you live? Qinqi calligraphy and painting are all true feelings. What if the scenery is beautiful? Is it a legacy or a compliment? So what if it's sloppy? Legacy or demotion? No passers-by, passers-by are masters, without you and me, you and I are just the similarity of heaven, earth, sun and moon.
Third-rate flowers fell into the water.
What do you mean by falling into the water?
I said, it's very simple, that is, the flowers fall into the running water.
What do you mean, again?
I said, very simple, you are in my heart.
Every road that comes has its reasons for having to trudge like this, and every road that goes on has its direction that has to be chosen like this. Xi Murong said this. Our life, the road is at our feet, the whole three-dimensional space, let us go in any direction.
Just:
Behind every smile, there is a piece of Wang Yang, which is a tear; Learn to swallow your tears into your heart; Under every footprint, there is a mountain, which is bitter; Learn to step on pain. Flowing water carries falling flowers with heart, and falling flowers follow the flowing water unintentionally. Life is like this, there is not much to say, let's go. Whether it's one person or two people.
800-word composition with flowing water and falling flowers
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
The decline after prosperity stole the poet's tears. All noise is synonymous with transience. Flowers bloom and leaves fall next year, people go to empty nests, things change, and tears flow first. On this day last year, in this door, the peach blossoms set each other off in red, and the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze. As everyone knows, this flower is not another flower, and a year's reincarnation will only leave a little frivolous meaning for future generations. How long can those silent tears flow for her? As the saying goes, tears have dried up and spring is over.
Spring is fading, English is falling, and water is falling. There is no news from a pool of fish and geese. After all, Qian Fan is nothing, and I am sad, but it was Chu Jiu's turn in the past. Flying flowers chase water, falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless, weaving a beautiful myth. The persistence of falling flowers has been trampled by the words of the world, but who can really understand this persistence? Love will take your whole life, the pursuit from generation to generation, and the rejection from a thousand years. She is still firm, and she believes that she can touch the sky. What about tap water? Thousands of years of gorgeous rhetoric can't match his determination to run to the sea. Why should successful people care about making out with their children? His unremitting steps persuaded generations of immigrants. Maybe the fallen petal and the running water shouldn't have met. There is no magpie bridge, one is far and the other is chasing.
Falling flowers can spring. Short life, floating clouds are gone forever. Flowers bloom silently, birds rest silently, flowers fall silently, and blood stains are seen on the branches. Blue sky and yellow flowers fly north and south. Seeing the fallen flowers, we were heartbroken and intoxicated, and watching her being taken away by water, we shed tears.
Back to reality, whether the artistic conception achieved by falling out of the water has evolved into a bird in the historical changes and flew out of the palace of literature. Later, people used water to describe the fiasco. Let it wither It is not a misunderstanding of the world, but a fork in the road in the process of cultural accumulation. Our descendants have accepted this new road, but it is getting farther and farther away from her original intention. It is a sad language and a partial solution to sad things. Is an army's fiasco better than a spring's withering? Maybe heavier. Who can make up for the loss of spring, who can return the water to spring. It's late. I sympathize with the fallen flowers in the poem, scold the running water and make a wish, and fly with me. In the present cognition, you are the hero who beat you out of the water.
Like the cicada in America, it only comes back to life once in seventeen years, fidgeting for a summer and sleeping for seventeen years. On a whim, I always felt that out of the water belongs only to spring, only to the mourning of spring, and has nothing to do with defeat. Give the flowers back to the spring in my heart.
Level 6: 1986504960
Writing with flowing water 1600 words
Some people are destined to appear in your life by accident, but they want you to forget her all your life.
-inscription
A flower blooms.
Running water said, you know, I'm really glad to know you.
Water said, it's a pity that we don't belong to the same world.
Running water said, you're right. Running water is intentional, but falling flowers is ruthless. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
You like winter, you say, the snow is beautiful and the plum blossoms are very fragrant. Maybe you don't know, in fact, you are a plum blossom, losing snow is white, and winning snow is three times as fragrant. You are arrogant, arrogant, and people can only look up and wait; You are also lofty and extraordinary, and you look down on everything, which makes people pay some respect. I know, in fact, you are very kind, easy to get along with, and cheerful, with a reassuring smile and pleasant voice.
There is no spring in the garden, and there is an almond in the wall.
You yearn for spring, and you say that everything is revived, colorful and intoxicating. Do you know that the red apricots outside the wall, like your beautiful talent-proud, but not enchanting-are very temperamental. I know, your words, your talent, are very sacred and should not be profaned. It was an affair, not a heart. I can see that, really.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. You miss summer, you say, dragonflies play in the water and shrimps swim at the bottom of the spring, which is wonderful. You like Cai He, the clear lake, the shabby boat, your graceful figure, wandering among the colorful lotus leaves, just like a lotus flower, graceful, leaving the world without falling dust. I know that your pure heart and lotus leaf have the same quality, and there is a blank in a corner of your heart.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Running water said, I like autumn. In autumn, all the flowers fall, but you will never fade. Your smile, your face, your words, your handwriting and everything about you are flowers that never fade. I know, you think I'm verbose, and verbosity is not a good habit. You didn't reply, even if you left a message, you seemed to evaporate, but you forgot that I am water and you can't evaporate.
The second glass of water.
Fallen flower said, I know you will be a good friend.
Fallen flower said, there is no gap between us.
Falling flowers say that flowing water is intentional, and the breeze blows feelings.
How can I put it? Love and hate are fruitless. What if it passes? Regret or nostalgia? What if you have no experience? Is it unwilling or disdainful? There are no absolutes, all absolutes are relative, there are no misunderstandings, and all misunderstandings are just differences in views and viewpoints; what do you think? It's the same at all times and in all countries. What if it's lost? Regret or remorse? What if it's not lost? Are you glad or glad? There is no eternity, all eternity is an instant, nothing is constant, and everything is constant only in the similarity of time and space; How to write? Laughter and scolding are articles. What if it's essential? Raise your eyebrows or exhale? So what if the dregs are gone? Confused or confused? There is no better, all the better are the best, there is no worse, all the worse are just different angles and levels; How do you live? Qinqi calligraphy and painting are all true feelings. What if the scenery is beautiful? Is it a legacy or a compliment? So what if it's sloppy? Legacy or demotion? No passers-by, passers-by are masters, without you and me, you and I are just the similarity of heaven, earth, sun and moon.
Third-rate flowers fell into the water.
What do you mean by falling into the water?
I said, it's very simple, that is, the flowers fall into the running water.
What do you mean, again?
I said, very simple, you are in my heart.
Every road that comes has its reasons for having to trudge like this, and every road that goes on has its direction that has to be chosen like this. Xi Murong said this. Our life, the road is at our feet, the whole three-dimensional space, let us go in any direction.
Just:
Behind every smile, there is a piece of Wang Yang, which is a tear; Learn to swallow your tears into your heart; Under every footprint, there is a mountain, which is bitter; Learn to step on pain. Flowing water carries falling flowers with heart, and falling flowers follow the flowing water unintentionally. Life is like this, there is not much to say, let's go. Whether it's one person or two people.