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.
(2) Dating with Snow
Holding a flower umbrella, walking on a long snowy road, watching the snowflakes flying all over the sky, at first, it seems that it was a very ordinary encounter with her, and I didn't think much.
The letter hand patted a snowflake, and the coolness penetrated into the bottom of my heart. "Snow falls silently, just for the cold"? A moist feeling that seems to have been stored for a long time comes to mind. Is snow really silent? Simply put away your umbrella, and suddenly I feel that snowflakes seem to have spirituality. Can't help but take turns for a week. Now I really hope to understand their whispers and their feelings.
What are they talking about?
Think of snow as the messenger of spring, "winter is not far from spring." Are they whispering the message of spring? Remember that snow is an ancient poem, "Without snow, there is no spirit, without snow, there is no poem." Is she calling for inspiration? Oh, snow is audible, she announces the message of spring, and she walks lightly with ancient steps; She is great, completely burying all filth; She is selfless, turning herself into a quilt to keep the wheat seedlings safe for the winter; She is very clever, and different feelings endow her with different spirituality. In the flight of "like a strong wind in spring, getting up at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", Cher has inserted wings that travel through time and space, and will fly further.
(3) Fairy tales in full bloom in autumn
Autumn rain hits the phoenix tree, dribs and drabs, and the tall buildings look forward to dusk; The autumn moon reflects the soul of the river, echoing back and forth, and the moonlight is soaked. -inscription
Suddenly began to miss autumn. Autumn wind, pavilion leaves and autumn water reverberate and extend to the end of the distant sky. I am a lonely traveler, walking on the road of life, in a unique autumn night, following a ray of beautiful Juan, clutching the wheel tracks given to me by years, and moving forward leisurely.
I haven't been so nostalgic for a long time, but those cheerful shadows always linger in my mind! Always relishing the dreamy autumn night:
The dead butterfly flying all over the sky is mixed with faint night rhyme, and suddenly stands up to look for the flute, but lingers 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!
(D) Sustainable thinking by the sea
The moment the plane took off, my mood was very complicated. Because I have been longing for the sky, because someone told me that the blue of the sea is because of the background of the sky.
When the plane passed through the clouds, I sat by the window and glided on the clouds. You can clearly see the traces left by the plane in the sky. I don't know whether it is white in blue or clear in white ... The sky above the cloud is not a flaw, so complete, covered by continuous clouds.
Continuous clouds cluster into water, water gathers into rivers, and rivers merge into pieces of sea! Yes, it is the sea, the endless sea, the surging sea, which can be vast, beautiful and gentle. It looks big and spectacular. It will only make people wonder, "Maybe I can float on the water in this sea, beautiful and moving." Against the blue sky, the sea is white. What about the blue sea?
The plane took me away from the endless sea, and I want to leave the flawless blue sky! The lingering thoughts of the seaside are soft and floating in my mind!
(5) spray
You came in a hurry and left quietly. ...
Once upon a time, wandering on the soft beach, enjoying the touch of clear water and the kiss of the river wind. Melancholy, lying on pebbles, looking up at the blue sky, listening to the birds singing gently, throwing the small bluestone into the rapids with deep sadness, and letting the splashing water decorate a wonderful dream.
I sat quietly on the beach, watching the snow-white waves safely, calmly thinking about the true meaning of life and savoring the pure life like a dream. The dreams and longings of watching in life are as crystal clear and fascinating as this spray. It awakened my enthusiasm for sleeping for many years and activated my feelings. I am very happy. Drunk in my own small world, with the waves in front of me, I sometimes run forward and sometimes tighten my back.
Now, I have a lot of thoughts and my heart is full of inexplicable confusion. I really want to go to the river and listen to the guidance of the waves. However, I can't find the former waves, and I can't find the charming beach. My eyes are at a loss. ...
(6) Xia Yun
As soon as she arrived in Europe, the girl was anxious to wait for sunny days.
"But in Leuven, summer is like this." They said.
It is cloudy and rainy in Mao Mao. Wear a sweater and an umbrella. If you are lucky, there will be one or two sunny days. If you are unlucky, it will rain last summer vacation. The leaves on the wet sidewalk turned from green to yellow, and then: "Summer is over!" " "They said.
However, she hasn't seen a cloud. Isn't there a small piece of cloud flying across the sky here?
So she threw herself into the crowd alone, and the crowd threw loneliness back to her. However, she doesn't have to do this. Her summer is not like this. Lying on the green hillside behind her house, there was a drunken south wind and a messy fusang, and the whole afternoon was golden sunshine.
Also, the man who came to her quietly from the hillside. Clouds in the blue sky were reflected on his slightly upturned young face.
She could have spent the summer.
(7) Autumn rain
He came to congratulate her when she graduated from high school.
I took off my white shirt and black skirt and put on a pink dress that my sister didn't like to wear. The door of the girls' dormitory turned gray behind her.
In the evening, it rained and they took a walk in the riverside park. There are still full raindrops on the treetops. When she came to a tree, she shook the branch by hand, then jumped forward lightly and turned back. He was standing under the tree behind him, and the rain spilled all over him. In the halo of the street lamp, she bent down with a smile and he giggled.
Six years later, on a drizzly afternoon, I walked out of a circular church in Frejborg New Town. After the mass, the Swiss called their friends and left with hip-hop. As a guest in Europe, especially in Switzerland, she went home alone again. Red-brown high-heeled shoes step on the red-brown fallen leaves. At a corner, a clump of low branches brushed her shoulder, and beads of rain fell all over her. She couldn't help thinking of something and stopped.
It was six years later when she returned to Yuanshan Riverside Park. The young tree has grown into a slim crown, and she has also become a young woman. I don't know where the pink clothes have gone.
Ah! Time flies.
(8) Snowfall in winter
After marriage, her considerate husband gave her a angola cat.
When her husband went to the lab, she sat in the long window drawing, and the cat sat quietly with her on the windowsill. Many times, she just holds a brush and stares out of the window. Under the gray sky, it is Brussels that she dreamed of a few years ago. At that time, she just wanted to fly away, but now, the young woman just wants to smell the fragrance of the south again. What kind of arrangement is this?
One day, the sky became darker and darker. Finally, it snowed. The cat jumped lightly on the windowsill, stuck its head high through the glass, and faced the falling snowflakes, then rolled its eyes and fell with it. Then he looked up at the other piece and followed them with rapt attention. Its still black figure and dancing white snowflakes line the big and bright glass, creating an aesthetic feeling that only pure sketches can have.
She stopped her brush and held her breath. It suddenly dawned on her that if she could go home one day, she might miss this moment again.
Here's what happened.
(9) Spring thunder
She walked into the classroom with an umbrella and began her first class after returning to China. She thought she would see a group of strange faces.
However, when she stepped onto the platform and looked down, she saw dozens of radiant faces, dozens of faces full of longing and longing as before, and dozens of her. ...
Outside the window, the first thunder of spring sounded. Picking up the chalk, she is eager to catch this feeling. How can I make myself understand that what I am looking for is in my hometown. How can we make another generation of "her" understand that she should not take a stupid road of her own arrangement?
How can we let them know how beautiful spring they can have?
(10) Village Tea Garden
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. Spring, so clear, with the rushing sound and the rhythm of mountain streams, makes the girls in the mountain village have long hair and bare pink skin.
Gu Teng guards the greenery of tea fields, hides the laughter of tea farmers, and layers of tea fields show the infinite vitality endowed by nature. In the green waves, tea-picking girls are stepping on the steps, gorgeous dresses are fluttering in the wind, sweet songs are echoing in the mountains, the vast tea fields are fresh and smart, and clouds are hanging high.
Just like fog, rain and wind, it's fascinating to see the mysteries that you can't understand enough!
Away from the city, walking in the world of tea fragrance is "colorful clouds lave? Free and easy in my chest. " Sip a fresh Shan Lan to nourish the heart and lungs; How pleasant it is to have a cup of fragrant tea and wash away the troubles in the world.
Walking into a 10,000-mu tea farm is like walking into the world of Huaguoshan and the Peach Blossom Garden of "I don't know who has Han, no matter Wei and Jin Dynasties". A trickle washed away the hair of the mountain. When the fruit is ripe, more heavy fruits will be offered in front of the mountain. When you are tired, take a rest, see the mountains, smell them, think about people and talk about things, and your heart will be free from hardness and depression. ...
Stick to the grass slope of the tea farm and listen to the heartbeat of the earth; Caress the trees in the tea farm with good wishes; Taste the fragrance of tea inserted in the field, which makes you tired physically and mentally; Clouds blowing through tea fields fly with butterflies. ...
(xi) Liang Zhu
Hands up, piano bell.
An ancient love, with time, through time and space, like an absolutely beautiful girl, drifted from far to near.
Quietly wandering in front of the window, let the excitement rest in loneliness. I dare not expect too much, for fear of disturbing butterflies with low interest.
Butterflies, as if from Xishuangbanna, bounce on two strings, layer upon layer, dense.
The sound of books and butterflies flowed slowly from the strings. Palace in the sky, I don't know what year it is.
A thin roll of love, chewed repeatedly and full of bitterness, swims between lips and teeth.
With a heavy thunder, the grievances were gathered and scattered and beaten black and blue. Once the oath was blown down by a gust of wind and fell into the space where life and death were buried.
A lonely grave, standing alone, opens a long yearning.
The wind roared. The rain is crying.
Butterfly suddenly fled in despair, awakened by a series of roaring tears, staring at me with frightened eyes and looking at history.
Heartbroken. Broken string. There is only a lingering sound.
People are drunk, dreaming, and how many people's souls are drunk? Getting drunk is the beauty of a thousand years.
The passionate butterfly refuses to leave, still waiting in memory, weaving eternal lingering and sad beauty.
Who left the most classic page in the history of love?
(12) Ambush on all sides
The cold wind is rustling and the cold rain is sad.
Sandy waved her hand gently, and the bright moon reflected a distant story in Qin Dynasty.
A hundred thousand troops galloped through skilled fingers. Jinge iron horse, sword and shadow. The last hegemony between Chu and Han quietly kicked off, which was thrilling.
In fact, as early as the Hong Men, Fan Ceng said that "the vertical axis is insufficient", and all the endings have already been doomed.
The battle gradually retreated, and the shouts became more and more ethereal.
Three thousand miles across the country was surrounded by a short line of defense in an instant.
Embattled, like a needle, like a cone, stabbing your blood-boiling chest.
The overlord of the place of Chu waved his sword and sighed, What about worrying?
The lofty sentiments that once rose from the mountains and filled the world with anger are long gone. The tears hanging in the corner of my eyes are crystal clear. Thunder and lightning, crying.
Facing the surging Wujiang River, it left an eternal sigh for the elders in Jiangdong.
The winner is a prince and the loser is a thief. History is always history.
The autumn wind tore at the wounds of the years, and tears broke the strings. Zheng Zheng Music
, to a screeching halt.
The audience in the afternoon lost in thought:
Who wrote this Millennium regret?
(13) Erquan reflects the moon
The waning moon is like a knife and the night is like ink.
Wood is like stroking wet whiskers.
The ups and downs of life are condensed together
Like spring water gurgling from your fingers.
The moon blanket is gentle.
A heart shrouded in darkness
Wandering around like blood.
A bleeding heart opens the night.
Inquire about the vicissitudes of Yue Quan.
Drilling Jumping String Process
Pulsed rotary perfusion
Swing in the listener's heart
Years are like marks, life is like a dream.
Just like the moonlight flooded the eyes of the players and listeners.
Let the hope that once withered
Burning under the friction of moonlight
A triple, ten-fold chord rhyme is accompanied
Dawn penetrated the gauze of the night.
(14) high mountains and flowing water
A mountain, a river.
Sitting on the floor, with a wave of his hand, Qingshan held the fiddler away from the world of mortals, away from the noise and began to sing.
Memories are still swirling in impetuousness, and running water has begun to lick the eardrum clearly.
Dull and indifferent, extremely elegant.
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.
The benevolent Leshan, the wise man enjoys water, and the so-called confidant is the empathy of two people. A little gentle will produce a wonderful * * * vibration.
The player who is free and easy with his eyes closed slightly fills the audience in the original picture of the small bridge flowing water.
What kind of heart will play what kind of music.
My feet walk between Xiushan and Lishui, and I don't want to go ashore for a long time, but my heart has gone through the steps of just visiting and looking for a bosom friend.
Fish need water, birds need nests, and people need bosom friends.
A bosom friend is like the wings of an eagle. If one wing is broken, the eagle will never fly in the sky.
My bosom friend is dead, and my heart is full of joy. Who will listen to a broken string?
The piano is broken and the sound is turned off.
Full of tears, one after another sprayed into the sky, blood sucked the broken strings, and thousands of hearts trembled.
Music plays for a bosom friend, who is dead. What's the use of Rukoto?
Castle peak remains the same, and green water remains the same.
The famous songs of the ages will still ring, but who can interpret the word "confidant"
1. The moon seems to be a tiny fish scale, looming in the dark. Some are like lonely fireflies in the dark, gathering together to warm each other.
The moon is bright, dark, moving and moving.
The moon is dim, hazy, bright and heavy.
Inverted poetry order, inverted moon order.
First quarter moon, full moon, first quarter moon, new moon.
New moon, first quarter moon, full moon, second quarter moon.
The ancients believed that the moon had personality. However, I firmly believe that the moon has a soul, which is eternal in time, in an instant and in eternity. Throughout the ages, the sea has changed, and the bright moon is still hanging in the dark, speechless and silent, leaving praise, praise, reverence and faith-as a god. It is detached from time, recorded calmly in no particular order, and tells the feelings of others with light and shadow-the soul of the moon shadow.
The so-called moon shadow evokes the soul, which is probably such a loss.
Do you remember-
There is a kind of indifference called moonlight in the pine forest;
There is a homesickness called looking up, I found it was moonlight;
There is a kind of melancholy called frost night;
There is a yearning for the full moon west building;
There is a kind of friendship called caring about the bright moon;
There is a kind of injury called Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue;
And there is a blessing called a thousand miles * * * ChanJuan?
The moon is a clear and unique feeling, because it covers you.
You are very important
(15) Discovery in Spring
Spring, a vibrant season, is also a beautiful season. The spring of this year, like a graceful and naughty girl, came on purpose. The plan of the year lies in spring, the spring breeze blows, everything recovers, and hardworking people are busy cultivating and sowing seeds of hope for fruitful autumn harvest.
Although, his first step in spring is always stepping on the world and the earth where the cold still exists. However, it broke the glacier, making everything stretch and soft, and making every beautiful new city full of fantasy and hope.
In my sleep, I vaguely heard swallows calling. Oh! So it's spring. I walked out of the house. After the spring rain, the air is particularly sweet and fresh, and I am deeply breathing and feeling.
The breeze blows slightly, the drizzle like wool falls from the sky, and thousands of soft willows stretch their muscles. Look! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking through the ground and greedily sucking the milk of spring. The trees that have been baptized in winter are competing to send out new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some green leaves, as if wearing a new hat. It's beautiful. The birds are alive and kicking in the tree. Beautiful azaleas are blooming brilliantly, swinging her soft body in the spring breeze. The little frog squatted on the lotus leaf in the pond and cried "quack, quack", as if to say to human beings, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" Tadpoles play freely in water conservancy.
What a beautiful spring scene!
Spring is so beautiful. Spring is so lovely. In spring, she gave people vitality and gave me hope.
( 16)
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows fall, the water disappears, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!