Snowflakes let me fall into the Milky Way tonight.
Author: Ye Zhiyan
Leng Yan, Xue Hua
Tides make waves.
Back to tonight.
The Xinghe Dam burst its banks.
There is no doubt about the past
Quietly reincarnation again
The neon lights disappeared.
The one in my heart
Xu will never know.
Yihuaduoke
Let a hundred flowers blossom.
A password love letter
Hidden stamens
Miss tonight
Snowflakes are flying
The milky way in the sky on earth
People predict
Snowflakes sometimes bloom.
Where is my rose?
Imagine a reason
Flowers are the medium.
Butterflies are hidden elsewhere.
Who lost it?
Lingdong beauty aromatherapy
I'll play for you.
Measure the snow separately.
Lift one after another.
Brewing to see you.
Throw yourself into it
It's like being in an ocean of flowers.
Better than bee dance and butterfly dance.
More than a million words and poems
Love of snow flowers
Emotional culture
A person who advocates purity
Don't want to get dirty
You did it naturally.
Agricultural land
Pure in one place
Give you a deep kiss.
Worried about being melted by me
Bloom one after another
Elegant work
Far away, my arm
Bees and butterflies that store love follow their dreams.
Where is it?
At this time, the world is flying.
Ancient poems about the Milky Way:
1, "South Grid, Stars Turn in the Sky"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs.
Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What a night this is.
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.
Old weather, old clothes Only when feelings are different from those in my hometown.
Translation:
In the sky, the milky way is constantly turning and the stars are constantly shifting, but the curtain of the world is still low. The pillow mat became cold, and tears flowed too much and it was wet. Then he woke up, took off his satin coat and immediately asked, when is the evening?
This Luo Yi, which has been worn for many years, has a smaller lotus leaf embroidered with turquoise silk thread and a thinner lotus leaf embroidered with gold thread. I always wear this dress when the air is crisp in autumn. It's just that people's mood is not as comfortable and timely as before.
2. "The pride of the fisherman, Heaven meets Yuntao and even Xiao Wu"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance.
As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong.
I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences.
90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind calm down and the ship will blow away the three mountains!
Translation:
The water meets the sky, and the morning is foggy and gloomy. The milky way turns, just like countless ships waving sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven and heard the heavenly emperor talking to me. He asked me warmly and sincerely where I was going.
I want to repay the heavenly emperor. It's still far away. It's already dusk. Even if I can write amazing sentences by studying poetry, what's the use? Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. The wind, don't stop, send my canoe straight to Penglai Sanxian Island.
3. "Guizhixiang Jinling Nostalgia"
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early.
Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng.
Sail back to the sunset, with the west wind on your back and the wine flag tilted.
The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate.
Throughout the ages, it is a shame to look up to it.
The past of the Six Dynasties flowed with the water, and the cold smoke faded the grass.
Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.
Translation:
Climbing to the top of the tall building, the scene of Jinling is late autumn, and the weather has just begun to get cold. The Yangtze River, which flows thousands of miles, is brewing like white practice, and the Qingfeng Mountain is majestic and steep like an arrow. The boat on the river is full of sails and sails for the sunset. The swaying wine flag swayed against the west wind on the shore.
Colorful floats haunt the clouds, and egrets in the middle of the river sometimes stop flying. This beautiful scenery is hard to draw with the most beautiful pictures. Looking back, luxury and luxurious life compete endlessly, sighing that "Han Qinhu is outside the door and Zhang Lihua is on the roof" comes one after another.
From a distance through the ages, the scenery you see is like this. Don't feel sorry for the gains and losses in history. All the changes in the Six Dynasties disappeared with the flowing water, only the cold smoke and withered weeds in the suburbs were still green. Until now, women in business still don't know the sorrow and hatred of national subjugation, and always sing the legacy of "backyard" loudly.