One two three four five six seven eight nine 10 million;
Qian Qian Wanwan, 98765432 1.
Zhuo Wenjun is a famous talented woman. She opened the letter and saw that the thirteen numbers were written in sequence and the thirteen numbers were written backwards, but the arranged numbers were not homophonic. Zhuo Wenjun suddenly understood the meaning of her husband's abandonment. So, without thinking, she wrote such a poem "Wen Jun's hatred" with digital poetry:
After saying goodbye, I miss each other,
Let's say March or April, who knows five or six years.
The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-part essay can't be passed down.
The nine-ring chain is interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion looks through.
I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.
Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
Burning incense and candles in July,
In the summer of June, everyone shook my heart.
Pomegranate in May is like fire, but it is watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused with the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.
Hey! Lang lang,
I hope you are a woman in the next life, and I am a man.
Digital poetry of Zhuo Wenjun cleverly embedded the number 10000- 10000 13, from small to large, and then from large to small. Full of sadness and sadness, it expresses a woman's complex feelings of love and hate for the right person. It has been told by people through the ages and has become a classic in love poems! After reading the letter, Sima Xiangru felt even more ashamed and regretful. He was deeply moved by Zhuo Wenjun's intelligence and pure love, and rode high above him to welcome Zhuo Wenjun to Chang 'an. From then on, put an end to dogs and horses, study hard, and finally become a generation of ci fu everyone.
After saying goodbye to your lover.
1, April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror.
2, although it is March and April, who knows five or six years.
3, the sky is not old, I can't help it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xian's "Chitose"
4, a thousand words can't be finished, boring and tired.
5. Ask the world what love is and teach people to live and die together.
6. Without Cai Feng's flying wings, you can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin
7, ruthlessness is not like sentimental bitterness, one inch is still ten million. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
In August and May, pomegranate is like water, and occasionally there is cold rain to water the flowers.
9. How can you feel heartless if you don't see each other? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
10, Acacia has tasted water all her life and suffered tears all her life.
1 1. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
12, how many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House
13, after a farewell, the two places will hang up.
14, the belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong
15, hey, Lang Lang, I really hope to be a man for a woman in my next life.
16, Yishui, Ying Ying, the pulse condition is silent.
17, there is a beautiful woman that I can't forget. I haven't seen her for a day and I feel crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiuhuang Qin Song"
18, the ninth climb to see the lonely goose, the full moon in August is not round.
Beautiful sentences about March and April
The weather in April is warm and comfortable, with no tide of rainstorm and no scorching sun. I like this warmth and softness. It's good to be able to dress casually and feel more or less comfortable.
The busiest flowers are probably all kinds of colors. The blushing rose among the green leaves seems a little shy, but the rose shines naturally in the corner of a house. I like to see the fiery red and white camellia, with a bright smile, youthful and enchanting, like a 17-year-old girl walking in the spring breeze. Peony is the first of all flowers. It certainly won't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They usually get together and have parties. When the flower season comes, Qi Xinhui and Qi Xin will work together to create the most dazzling beauty in her life to attract people in such tepid weather, which is most suitable for a spring outing. The soft spring breeze is rippling with green ripples, and the spring rain falls quietly like petals, whispering like water in the mirror. Time flows calmly like water, with a faint and shallow shadow.
April day on earth bears the vicissitudes of years and a poetic heart. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of spring April is. What is important is that April is the season when I was born. Those poems flowing from the heart, like fog, like dreams, like the wind, have already spread out into a winding heart. Looking back, I find that the pain and sadness in my life have long been hidden. As a result, there is a little sadness and melancholy in my words. So, in the spring when peach blossoms are in full bloom, I put my long-cherished wish and longing for life into my bag.
On April day in the world, beautiful and elegant wading comes, and graceful Tingting comes gently, making you smile. The lingering music lights up the mood of the past, and the crescent moon knocking on the window lattice is still like an affectionate flower. White clouds play the dance music of the soul, and the blue sky rolls up pure dreams.
March light rain, March breeze, passed in front of me.
The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tip, which not only brought me a little confusion, but also brought me a little chill.
In March, it was originally pink and pear white. However, the afterglow of this winter seems particularly strong, and I still don't want to let go of that boring chill.
In early spring and March, who would have expected that after today's sunny day, tomorrow will be a spring rain and a gust of wind?
March is like a song. Everything is singing. The south wind warms the window, cherry trees open, just like butterflies dancing, brilliant as clouds; Magnolia blossoms, the goddess scatters flowers, and the trees are full of snow, such as cotton; Forsythia clusters, full of branches hanging gold; Bustling, all for spring.
March's light footsteps, through the gentle rain, in the smile, the willow tips are green, and the grass is gradually growing. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and lovely lady, she is still shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dance and soft breath bring us green and hazy reverie.
March is the season of spring, and March is the hometown of flowers. They smiled, opened their mouths, breathed the breath of spring and smiled at each other.
Although the spring breeze in March is not as cold and warm as the breeze in winter and as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, it has given us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us tenderly, just like a gentle mother, and awakened our memories of the past.
The tenderness of March reveals a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, some shy, some reserved, some mysterious, cherishing my poetic rhyme, flowing my soul and thinking long.
It's March day again, and kites are flying all over the sky with children, burying the seeds of missing in the soil and giving children a long line of hope.
In the spring of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the shore of the Yellow Sea is like a rosy cloud falling in a hundred miles.
In the spring of March, the silver pear tree, which had been sleeping for a winter, was awakened by the drizzle.
The magpie is on the branch. Spring breeze, willow and swallow shadows. The wind is crisp and the flowers are like fire. Ten miles of peach blossoms set each other off in red. Like mushrooms after rain, they are scrambling to break through the ground. Wheat is green, with pink flowers and green waves, and the spring breeze is rippling in the distant fields. In the spring of March, the breeze is warm and the green willows contain smoke. Soft catkins fly all over the sky.
Early in the morning, Miss Chun came to us wearing beautiful clothes, dancing with warm wind and smiling, putting on new clothes for nature, and making everything glow with infinite vitality. The golden sun shone on the grass that had just put on new clothes. The sun shines on the dew on the grass, and the dew is crystal clear and beautiful.
The sunshine in spring and March shines warmly on people. The children took off their thick winter clothes, the lovely swallows flew back to their hometown from the south, and the willows grew long branches again this year, like little girls' braids.
The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, which can only be vaguely felt. It is like a gentle world, shrouded around, like a dreamlike dreamland. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel its beauty and romance.
Spring breeze blows the heart, flowing water listens to the voice of the heart, and the April sky rhymes with the story of wheat straw. Birthday wishes make me intoxicated in the beautiful spring, meet with warmth, accompany with sunshine, and depend on each other with true feelings. Thanks to the concern of relatives and friends, on this happy day, I just want to watch spring quietly and meet each other quietly in every blooming season. Strolling on the shore of the years, enjoying a wandering romance, in the blue and warm April day, with mood and poetry, on the picture scroll of life, depicting the meaning and distance of life. Feel the color of life, feel the dull happiness, love has always been in my heart.
In April, flowers are blooming, willows are graceful, mountains are green, and grass is everywhere. In April, I miss the wind, spring is full, and the colorful season is slightly sad. I miss growing lush in the spring of April, beating the heartache that I can't peel off.
April fell in love with the land of March, but it was too far away from her. When the sadness he misses becomes a river, it will rain and blow the peach blossom wind. April wind blows and kisses our faces and gently shakes our hearts; April clouds, hiding in the starry sky, silently bear the eternal attachment of you and me.
April day on earth bears the vicissitudes of years and a poetic heart. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of spring April is. What is important is that April is the season when I was born. Those poems flowing from the heart, like fog, like dreams, like the wind, have already spread out into a winding heart. Looking back, I find that the pain and sadness in my life have long been hidden. As a result, there is a little sadness and melancholy in my words. So, in the spring when peach blossoms are in full bloom, I put my long-cherished wish and longing for life into my bag.
April, beautiful April, spring in spring, and so on, slipped quietly, slipped through fingers, slipped through dreams, slipped through loneliness, slipped through sadness.
On April day in the world, beautiful and elegant wading is coming, and graceful swimming is coming, which makes you smile. The lingering music lights up the mood of the past, and the crescent moon knocking on the window lattice is still like an affectionate flower. White clouds play the dance music of the soul, the blue sky rolls up pure dreams, the world is full of flowers, and birds sing the spring of life. My heart is full of flowers, which is a beautiful concern, a sincere blessing and a happy freehand brushwork.
After the fireworks in March, spring is surging, and the footsteps of April can't wait to come. In order to welcome the arrival of April, the earth has made too many grand preparations. You see, the plants on the leaves are jointing wildly, the mountains and rivers have changed the silence of the past, the creatures in the Woods are jumping happily, and the trees are covered with a bright dark green. Rivers and streams are no longer silent, they are laughing happily, and a new word lurks up and down. Birds are born singers, and they even form a choir spontaneously. When the wind gently blows over the treetops, they sing and dance with the melody of the wind. When the sun passes by, it can't help but stop for a while and then shed a bright smile.
This is April. April is rich and beautiful, April of love at first sight, April of bright spring, can enter the poetic April. She condenses in the painter's pen, she flows out notes with the singer, and she lingers at the poet's fingertips. But Bai Juyi said that in April, the world is beautiful everywhere!
In April, the United States settled in a new home in Swallow and began a warm life. April is a beautiful kite flying high in the blue sky, which is an ideal flight; The beauty of April is in the form of spring ploughing, and there is a touching spring scenery in the fields. The most beautiful April day in the world, please savor it carefully and make it beautiful with you.
In early April, I stepped into sadness. Spring is not like spring gradually. It only takes two spring rains to destroy all the flowers and paralyze the spring, leaving only devastation and depression. Spring is so fragile, how many tears and compassion have you taken away in a hurry?
March spring breeze brings warm sunshine, March sunshine brings bright weather, and March weather brings beautiful flowers. We meet in this beautiful season, with the hope of spring, and go to the hall of learning together.
Rare peach blossom snow! You're just in time. The land needs you, the crops need you and the people need you. Look! They float across fields, sprinkle on villages, fall on people, and are sweet in people's hearts.
Although the spring breeze in March is not as cold and warm as the breeze in winter and as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, it has given us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us tenderly, just like a gentle mother, and awakened our memories of the past.
It was when the peach blossoms were in full bloom that the snow came quietly. It was scattered at first. After a while, the snow was big and dense, flying all over the sky. Snow in front of Ming Che, with moisture, is also the companion of the spring breeze in March. Fluttering, it looks relaxed and natural.
It is spring and March again, and the flowers are red and green. Everything has revived, presenting a beautiful scene of vitality.
The third day of the third lunar month is the traditional kite festival. In my hometown, this time is a paradise for children. Spring breeze blows slightly across fields and hillsides, and the sky is densely covered with kites, big and small, round and square, long and short. There are centipedes, dragonflies, tiles and swallows.
In March, Mu Feng, the empty mountains were condensed with clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the castle peak outside the building, the sunset crowning on its top, the bright sunshine boiling with blood, covering the nearby Bai Cui, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer, drunk with peach blossoms, blurred eyes and beautiful mouth.
The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tip, which not only brought me a little confusion, but also brought me a little chill.
Standing in the spring of March, the green rhythm interprets the meaning of life, and the sunshine in spring decrypts the freshness and beauty of March and its secrets, giving me a beautiful temptation. The artistic conception of the beautiful willow plum blossoms in Qingshan River needs no rendering, and every word is affectionate and harmonious.
It is spring and March again, and the flowers are red and green. Everything has revived, presenting a beautiful scene of vitality.
Indulge in the ancient rhyme of cool breeze and fine wine, realize life and have a beautiful heart. May there always be spring in March in our life.
In the spring of March, everything recovers, flowers are blooming, singing and dancing, and the earth is full of vitality.
I am wearing a hat made of leaves and a beautiful skirt, walking in the Woods and living in harmony with all kinds of animals and plants. March breeze, dance with me in this beautiful land.
March's light footsteps, through the gentle rain, in the smile, the willow tips are green, and the grass is gradually growing. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and lovely lady, she is still shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dance and soft breath bring us green and hazy reverie.
The horn of March has sounded, and we are bathed in the warm spring breeze. Do you remember such a figure? He is just a drop of water, but it moistens the earth; He is just a ray of sunshine in winter, but it warms people's hearts; He is just a grain, but it breeds useful life; He is just a small screw, but he has propped up the backbone of spiritual civilization. He is Lei Feng.
The spring breeze in March always has a name, blowing warmly and opening everyone's heart.
I looked up and found a sky-blue halo in the sky, covered with thick clouds from top to bottom, but shining. The dark blue hills in the distance seem to be a mirage. Hum, I am daydreaming again. But it is really beautiful. Just like the eyes of March, they will shine at any time.
Stepping into the Peach Blossom Garden, a fragrance of flowers comes to the nose, which makes people intoxicated. Further inside, I saw peach blossoms full of spring and pink, which made me feel that I had come to Xanadu. The petals on the ground form a long carpet. I walk on this fragile carpet, and every step I take, I'm afraid these petals will get hurt.
The tenderness of March reveals a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, some shy, some reserved, some mysterious, cherishing my poetic rhyme, flowing my soul and thinking long.
March light rain, March breeze, passed in front of me.
A song of the soul of spring, a beautiful heart, a long watch full of the charm of March, a dream to break the horizon between flowing clouds, a sweet poem to find ancient storms in a world without me, to release feelings, and a heart full of words like water.
Finally made it to April. If the season is like this, the vegetation is not green, the flowers are not blooming, the sun is not poisonous, and the cold wind is no longer cold. Between desolation and prosperity, I vaguely saw the growth and stubbornness of life. It doesn't flood but it has nothing to do with cold and cheerlessness. All good things exist with an impartial and just right attitude.
In April, beauty is in flowers, and beauty is also in flowers. Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms have fallen, and pear blossoms are at the right time. The ground is full of flowers, and the flowers are overflowing. Surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, heaven and earth are the fragrance of flowers. The fragrance of flowers reaches people's hearts and smiles on their faces. Don't you think this smile is also a blooming flower with a tangy smell? Flowers bloom like snow, and bees and butterflies dance, which is the beauty of a prosperous time. The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and birds are singing branches. This is the singing of life. Young fruits have grown from the fallen branches. The charm of this small tender fruit is not inferior to that of flowers at all. This is the fragrance of hope and the sweetness of harvest. In April, the world is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. Even if it takes a certain period of time, there is still a long-overdue beauty. That's just another village with mountains and heavy waters and no road to doubt. This is a portrayal of April's mood, with beautiful scenery everywhere and eternal hope.
April is always a season full of magic. The flowers are so colorful that I can't wait to dress up the world as a pink bride. Dead trees have sprouted, full of green. On the edge of the pond, frogs croak and noisy insects chirp in the grass. On such a grand festival, they seem to be playing a happy symphony.
April day on earth, wearing light green tulle, dyed with elegant wheatgrass, exudes fresh and graceful charm. She smiled faintly and walked through time and space gently, blooming in the green flowers on the green buds. Charming spring breeze, stroking the weeping willows stretched by the river, blew away thousands of pear flowers and afforested the fields and countryside. There are fragrant and pleasant flowers everywhere, all kinds of flower shadows everywhere, and pictures of singing and dancing everywhere. You see: a tree is dancing, swaying and colorful; Listen: The willow flute is playing in the stream, and the spring of a river is changing its graceful dance, singing all the way from the front to the horizon.
In April, beauty is mourning for ancestors, and beauty is warm and cold in the world. Those white flowers in the wild are also expressing the memory of their deceased ancestors. The wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the tomb is covered with spring grass. People will never forget the ancestors of the spirit of heaven, offering a bunch of flowers, lighting two incense sticks and dressing up the graves of their ancestors, which is not only a filial expression, but also a warm transmission. Only by not forgetting our ancestors can we cherish the present, and only by cherishing the present can we create a better future. Man is like a newborn wicker, which can grow into a big tree if inserted into the ground casually. This is the inheritance of ancestral strength and the tenacious spirit of mankind.
April, walking in late spring. As long as you look at your eyebrows, you will have soft and bright eyes. Green willows curl up and flowers bloom on strangers. The breeze passed by, lost my eyebrows and sweetened my heart.
Qingming Grain Rain is beautiful in April. The frost and snow in the Qingming Festival have gone without a trace, and the world is suddenly enlightened, and people's mood is also cheerful. Even if some light rain wets people's hair, it also adds the charm of the season and the atmosphere of interaction between man and nature. When it rains and sunny, the sky will become clearer than ever before, and trees and crops are also indescribable ethereal, making people feel that they are living in charming poems and paintings. Grain Rain is coming, the warm wind is blowing on the face, and everything is full of growth power. Whether it is weeds or seedlings, whether it is poultry and livestock or people themselves, generate shows great passion and vitality in the singing of birds.
One point and two widths, each has its own fun.
1, you acted in the most unprofessional spirit, and as a result, the simplest audience in the world watched it with such a fiery mood, which is no less than a crime.
I don't argue with anyone, and I don't care who I argue with. My hands are burning with the fire of life to keep warm. The fire has faded and I am ready to go. Yang Jiang
3, I wish you grow up slowly, I wish you good luck, if not, I hope you learn compassion in misfortune; May you be loved by many people. If not, I hope you can learn tolerance in loneliness.
As long as you are an upright child, you are my child no matter what industry you are engaged in.
In the end, we all have to travel far and bid farewell to our immature selves. Farewell is an ascetic road to growth. lake
6. There is no life form in this world that will lead to the destruction of the earth. Lions are as great as ants, and grass is as important as humans.
7. Loneliness is a kind of spiritual cleanliness and freedom. Loneliness never hurts people. If I want to find an enemy for loneliness, my first choice is kitsch.
8. Life is not how many days you live, but how many days you remember, so that every day you live is worth remembering.
9, life is impermanent, at any time, we must hold a hope. Dong Qing
10, time is precious, don't waste it on living other people's lives, and don't let the noise around you blind your inner voice.
1 1. Missing is a long-distance raid. Memory is a road sign. The more greedy you are, the farther you go, but you can't find the way back, and then you lose yourself. Zhang Jiajia
12, I don't believe in fate, I only believe in my own hands. I don't believe in the lines of the palm, but I believe in the power of the palm plus the fingers. Bi Shumin
13, our only tacit understanding is that I don't contact you and you don't contact me.
14. A person with rich spirit will first seek a state without pain and trouble, and pursue tranquility and leisure, that is, try to strive for a quiet, simple and undisturbed life. The richer a person is, the less he needs things other than his body, and the less important others are to him. Schopenhauer
15, love is the hardest to last, so many lovers will be widowed. Sex has its own singing, so wayward people will never lose sex.
16, anything, when you start looking for reasons, the reasons are definitely gone, and what you find is no longer the reasons. Light and shadow theory
17, the difficult love is moonlight, poetry, more than 365 thousand roses, plus eternity; A difficult marriage consists of books, certificates, 365,000 quarrels and patience. Hard life is not the above two. Zhu Deyong
No one is completely happy. The so-called happiness lies in recognizing a person's limits and being content with the status quo. Romain Rolland
19, one's life should be like a river. At first, it was a trickle, bound by a narrow river bank, and then it violently rushed over boulders and waterfalls. Gradually, the river widened, and the banks on both sides were far away, and the river flowed more calmly. Finally, it naturally merged into the sea and disappeared painlessly.
20, one does not have two widths, each in its place.
Bian Xiao: The sunshine is so good, don't live up to today's Bian Xiao: the road you have taken won't deceive you. Bian Xiao: I have never changed, but I have learned to disguise paging: 12.