Poetry about Xanthium sibiricum 1. Classic sentences of Xanthium sibiricum
One. I want you to know that no matter when and where, there is always someone waiting for you in this world. Anyway, you know, there is always such a person.
Among thousands of people, meet the person you want to meet. In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is neither a step earlier nor a step later. When we meet, we can only whisper: Are you there?
If memory has a taste, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and safe, like remembering happiness clearly, like sweetness and disappointment, like forgetting sadness.
For people after the age of 30, ten years and eight years are just a matter of a snap of your fingers, while for young people, three years and five years can be a lifetime.
Ah, be famous early, come too late, and be less happy. Even if individuals can wait, the times are hasty, already being destroyed, and more destruction is coming.
Generally speaking, most people who have lived for half their lives have some real life experiences and some original opinions. They never wanted to write it down. Things have changed and disappeared.
Men do wrong things, but women plan how to do wrong things in the distance. Women don't think much about the future-they also try to forget their past-so God knows what they have to think about!
If you really commit suicide, it's over when you die, but life is more terrible than death. Life can go on indefinitely, getting worse and worse, even worse than the worst state you imagined at first.
Clothes that are too big have a special allure. Walking and walking, one wave is not flat, and another wave rises. Where there are people, people are shaking, and where there are no people, clothes are shaking, illusory and extremely mysterious. Two.
Because you know, you are kind.
"Life and death are rich, you can be happy with your son, hold your hand, and grow old with your son."
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "moonlight in front of the window"; Married a white rose, the white is the glutinous rice on the clothes, and the red is the Zhu Shazhi in my heart.
You ask me if it's worth loving you, but you know, love means not asking if it's worth it.
What's the use of having children? What's the use? Life and death?
I like money, because I have never suffered from it, and I don't know its disadvantages, only its advantages.
Whether you can love someone enough to ask him for pocket money is a strict test.
From the outside, it seems that women's status in the world is different. In fact, women are always low, and it is useless to be angry. Life is not an angry thing.
For people who can't speak, clothes are a language, and pocket play is carried with you.
There is always time and opportunity to do things; There is always an excuse for not doing anything.
Memories are always melancholy. Pleasant people feel: it's a pity that it's all over, and it's still sad to think of it unpleasantly.
A bosom friend is like a mirror, reflecting the most beautiful part of our nature.
Doing something for others is still a little resentful. It's interesting to be alive, otherwise it's too empty.
When a person is in love, he can best show the noble quality in his nature. This is also the reason why love novels are always popular-no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign.
People waste because they are unhappy, which is a kind of compensation.
2. Beautiful sentences in Xanthium novels
1. Cactus and Xanthium sibiricum have thorns. the difference is
The thorns of Xanthium sibiricum are born to be taken away by the people who are destined to be taken away.
The thorn of cactus is to hold the position of love and not let others separate it from the beloved land under your feet.
In this world, those who know how to measure are doomed to lose the courage to ignore it.
Give me an encounter instead of a love. Give me a love, but don't give me forever.
4. She dreamed that pear blossoms steamed clouds, and he played the flute at night and bananas broke.
As the mountain recedes, he is often tired of seeing Yun He.
She smiled at her beauty. He expressed his condolences to the second child.
Her brow ticked, and he was homesick and lonely.
She is sunny at dusk. How does he know if there is an old saying?
Her white silk is useless, and he silently cherishes the emptiness.
She is good at art, but he is relatively speechless.
She is the one I smell the most, and he insists on keeping the mulberry crisp.
She caressed the clouds, and he forgot to die, which was amazing and comforting.
She danced at night, and he saw through the tears in the late Ming Dynasty.
She is a white cloud, and a dog is useless. He takes off his eyebrows and walks to his heart.
She was cold and desolate, and he forgot to flatter the world of mortals.
She sent you a song, and his ears were dripping with water.
She will burn all the cigarettes, and he will have a hard time dyeing makeup.
5. Aquarius people always do this. The water in the bottle is unknown to outsiders.
6. The greatest tragedy in this world is not falling in love with someone but not knowing, but getting used to being alone but not knowing.
Another tragedy of this world is that no matter how clear the bystanders are, the authorities are also at a loss.
7. It turns out that to love someone is to always sympathize with her and never want to blame her. Seeing her cry, my heart ached; Seeing her smile, her own is like a flower. In love, everyone has his own fatal weakness.
8. I am like a cocklebur.
Want to follow you to the end of the world,
You left me the night I was sixteen,
So, I'll never find my home again.
9. In this world, people always bet more on their inevitable victory, but they often lose the worst.
10. Give you a hug, and you will never struggle in your life.
Even in this world, I have forgotten all my troubles, but I still remember the beauty you gave me.
1 1. If she is married and has children when I find her, I will give her my blessing and watch her happy; If she is disabled when I find her, I will take care of her all my life and never give up; If she doesn't want to see me at all when I find her, then I will leave without hesitation; If she is a prostitute when I find her, then she is also the girl I once loved deeply, and I will always love her deeply; If she is a gangster when I find her, then I will watch her play tricks and accompany her to run wild; If she is the murderer when I find her, I will send her to prison for life; If she is going to be shot, I will prepare a cemetery for her, bury her and let her rest in peace. The tombstone says, Ruan Ruan, my wife.
12. It is said that some people are doomed to miss the Millennium if they miss one step.
13. Your love is silent; Your own hatred is silent.
Just like vilen, those ordinary xanthium silently touch someone's skirt, even if they go to the ends of the earth with him, they just follow silently; Even if it is abandoned, it just stays silently.
Wait or wither.
14. I am human, I will be sad, I will cry, I will be wronged, and I will suffer. I am not a puppet, I am not a wood, I am not a walking corpse, I am a human being.
15. The snow is bleak. She is like an angel who has lost her way in the world. The snow falling on her is like a pity kiss from the old man of God. Is there a person in this world you are willing to ignore for him?
16. Li Le gave her a white look and said, Come on! I'm not as narrow-minded as you. You said, I can always wish you and Zhuang Yi a long life together! Even if you marry him tomorrow, Li Le and I will be your best men! I also give you two red envelopes, one for you to get married and the other for you to remarry!
17. Many times, people live in this world and can choose their destiny; But more often, people live in this world and are chosen by fate.
18.
At that moment, in the world, he and she, two men and women who once loved each other, had overlapping footprints, but finally separated and stayed in the snow, like a helpless "person".
From then on.
Who teaches red-violet night, the two places try to figure out each other.
Above the sky, snowflakes are flying, and occasionally snow elves and chubby wind angels fly by.
The little snow elf pointed to the big word "man" coming out of that footprint in the snow of the world and asked the fat wind angel, what symbol is this?
The wind angel thought for a moment and said, let's talk about the fairy tale of human love.
Snow elves, aren't fairy tales all about us angels and elves? How can there be fairy tales on earth?
The wind angel said, yes. Zhuang Yi fell in love with Xu Wen and Xu Wen fell in love with Zhuang Yi, which is the most beautiful love fairy tale in the world.
Snow elf, what's wrong with this fairy tale?
The wind angel thought for a moment and said, Later ... Let's go back to the earth when Christmas Eve is next year.
3. Classic sentences of Xanthium sibiricum
One.
I want you to know that there is always someone waiting for you in this world, no matter when and where, you know, there is always such a person. Among thousands of people, meet the person you want to meet.
In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is neither a step earlier nor a step later. When we meet, we can only whisper: Are you there? If memory has a taste, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and safe, like remembering happiness clearly, like sweetness and disappointment, like forgetting sadness. For people after the age of 30, ten years and eight years are just a matter of a snap of your fingers, while for young people, three years and five years can be a lifetime.
Ah, be famous early, come too late, and be less happy. Even if individuals can wait, the times are hasty, already being destroyed, and more destruction is coming.
Generally speaking, most people who have lived for half their lives have some real life experiences and some original opinions. They never wanted to write it down. Things have changed and disappeared.
Men do wrong things, but women plan how to do wrong things in the distance. Women don't think much about the future-they also try to forget their past-so God knows what they have to think about! If you really commit suicide, it's over when you die, but life is more terrible than death. Life can go on indefinitely, getting worse and worse, even worse than the worst state you imagined at first.
Clothes that are too big have a special allure. Walking and walking, one wave is not flat, and another wave rises. Where there are people, people are shaking, and where there are no people, clothes are shaking, illusory and extremely mysterious. Two.
Because you know, you are kind. "Life and death are rich, and the child becomes happy, holding your hand and growing old with the child." Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two.
Married a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "moonlight in front of the window"; Married a white rose, the white is the glutinous rice on the clothes, and the red is the Zhu Shazhi in my heart. You ask me if it's worth loving you, but you know, love means not asking if it's worth it.
What's the use of having children? What's the use? Life and death? I like money, because I have never suffered from it, and I don't know its disadvantages, only its advantages. Whether you can love someone enough to ask him for pocket money is a strict test.
From the outside, it seems that women's status in the world is different. In fact, women are always low, and it is useless to be angry. Life is not an angry thing. For people who can't speak, clothes are a language, and pocket play is carried with you.
There is always time and opportunity to do things; There is always an excuse for not doing anything. Memories are always melancholy.
Pleasant people feel: it's a pity that it's all over, and it's still sad to think of it unpleasantly. A bosom friend is like a mirror, reflecting the most beautiful part of our nature.
Doing something for others is still a little resentful. It's interesting to be alive, otherwise it's too empty. When a person is in love, he can best show the noble quality in his nature.
This is also the reason why love novels are always popular-no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign. People waste because they are unhappy, which is a kind of compensation.
4. Classic quotations from Xanthium sibiricum
1, cactus and xanthium have thorns. The difference is that the thorn of Xanthium sibiricum is born for the destined person to take away, while the thorn of cactus is to hold the position of love and not let others separate it from the beloved land of the first step.
2. Xanthium sibiricum, the most familiar shadow in rural Yuan Ye, approached with thorns, but it was neither painful nor itchy. Just like some people, they are as close as Xanthium sibiricum, without fragrance, tenderness, order and logic; Some are just confused, sour and complicated, stinging you with thorns all over, accompanying you through your life with thorns, but never giving up.
Give me an encounter, not a love. Give me a love, but don't give me forever.
4. Sometimes love is not deeper than who loves it, who loves it for a long time and who loves it much.
5, she steamed pears, and his black flute was broken at night. As the mountain recedes, he is often tired of seeing Yun He. She smiled at her beauty. He expressed his condolences to the second child. Her brow ticked, and he was homesick and lonely. She is sunny at dusk. How does he know if there is an old saying? Her white silk is useless, and he silently cherishes the emptiness. She is good at art, but he is relatively speechless. She is the one I smell the most, and he insists on keeping the mulberry crisp. She caressed the clouds, and he forgot to die, which was amazing and comforting. She danced at night, and he saw through the tears in the late Ming Dynasty. She is a white cloud, and a dog is useless. He takes off his eyebrows and walks to his heart. She was cold and desolate, and he forgot to flatter the world of mortals. She sent you a song, and his ears were dripping with water. She will burn all the cigarettes, and he will have a hard time dyeing makeup.
5. Poetry of Lvliang Xanthium Society
Lvliang's poem (10) Angela's plane landed on the land of Lvliang. While waiting for the land of Lvliang to hit the porthole, I couldn't wait for my staring eyes to resist the humidity, but I couldn't help but feel the surge of the lake. This endless group of Huangshan Mountains has their yellow skins, which are round and surrounded by layers. This mother-like mountain group has opened its unobstructed arms, how boundless and soft it is. Lvliang, we have yellow skins, our yellow skins, and Lvliang's yellow skins are like old friends.
Lvliang, here we come! We descended from the sky, not retained by cotton-wool clouds, not by mist, not by flowing haze, not by the nothingness of silent floating wind. We descended from the sky, came to Lvliang in the Spring and Autumn Period, came to Lvliang in the Three Branches of Jin Dynasty, and came to Lvliang where Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty offered sacrifices to the earth. We came to Lvliang, the source of Chinese civilization, and suddenly our throat was taken away by a hand. It was the ancient yellow land. We are just a little dust. 2015-11-0/The first bay of the Yellow River is solemn, the Yellow River! Attracted by this huge round mountain, you are surrounded here.
Out of an equally huge circle. You are silent and slow, as if you never want to move forward.
The yellow thick slurry exudes indifference and stillness under the blue sky. Completely ignore their cheers and exclamations.
And I was speechless and held my breath-a storm of thoughts blew in my mind, and the textbooks of mountains and rivers in my memory were turning pages quickly. You start from Bayan Kara, go east, pass through Qinghai, Sichuan, Gansu and Ningxia, pass through Shaanxi in Inner Mongolia, and come to Shanxi. What are you doing here? Do you want to rest here because you are tired of the dust, or do you want to leave a scene waiting for my inevitable arrival? 20 15, 10,1October 27th 14: 30, Majiapan Village, Qianshan Township, shilou county. I was shocked by the huge circle of the Yellow River and quietly shed tears. At the moment when 2015-1-1suona sounded, the drums woke up with the beating of the Yellow River, and the ridges along the Yellow River woke up, as did the jujube trees, oak trees and seabuckthorn trees on the ridges along the Yellow River.
The eagle flew low in the sky and its shadow woke up. The girls put on red silk shirts and woke up.
The boys with white hair and towels woke up. My hands are awake, my feet are awake, my music cells are awake, and my dance cells are awake.
Passion awakens, joy awakens. When I woke up, everything woke up.
Everything is awake, so get up! Sing, dance, dance, laugh, cry, love, love, cheer, shout, flutter, put aside the hardships of a year, throw it out of the body, and make the dream of bumper harvest come true. Let's kiss, let's fall in love, let's live well! 2015-1-1"Follow the Yellow River all the way" I can't bear to sleep. I want to count every ripple of the Yellow River with my eyes wide open. I can't bear to let go of the towering mountains on the banks of the Yellow River. There are magnificent scenery among the mountains. I looked at the villages and towns on the other side. I am in Shanxi to see Shaanxi. Along the way, I saw the magnificence of mountains and rivers and the barren land. People's poverty, desolation and desolation! The government finally built a road here because of the sandstorm under the wheel.
I silently wish the land of Lvliang a good journey, and wish your beautiful scenery to be favored by tourists beyond the vast scenery! 2015-1-1"The Old Man in Qikou Town" The old man leaned against the earth wall, wearing a shabby jacket and a shabby cotton hat. Holding a bamboo branch in his hand, he slowly waved his trembling hoarse voice and murmured, buy one, buy one. There is a pile of red and green handicrafts around him. People passing by are in their hearts. It's 89. The 89-year-old man is older than all our grandfathers. The 89-year-old man is still selling things in the sun and wind. You put 100 yuan in his hand and eat whatever you want. You said you left the old man in a hurry and looked gloomy. I saw the tears in your eyes gushing instead of me.
2015-1-1"The Dragon King Temple in Qikou Town Beats the Old Man Danxian" When we arrived, the old man was beating the immortal in the Dragon King Temple, and his forehead was tanned by the sun. Naturally, this strange-looking old man is the protagonist in the Longwang Temple. His face was swollen, his eyes narrowed and his teeth exploded. He is a big man. He touched Dan Xian with his hand. His voice is very loud. He is full of Lvliang accent. I can't understand what he is singing. You asked him how old he was, and he said I couldn't see you. Ask him how old he is. He said that I am not old this year. You shoot him with a camera. He has been singing with a straight face. You put the money in the cardboard box in front of him. He has been singing with a faint smile. I think he is the embodiment of the Dragon King who tests the good people in the world. When I turned around, I saw the old man collecting money in the carton. A man told him that it was a big bill. Pray for the tourists in Qikou Town to weave. I pray that everyone who comes to Longwang Temple can give the old man a big bill.
2015-1-1"Walking by the Luanhe River" Walking by the Luanhe River, I resisted the impulse to jump into the water, and I also wanted to follow the Luanhe River into the Yellow River-being caressed warmly by the Yellow River, being slapped violently by the Yellow River, living once and dying once. 2015-1-1A Night in Qiaokou Town (for Zhang Yuqing) Sleep is like a heavy ship taking us to the depths of the night. I'm too tired to hear your voice. Your clear voice has fallen asleep. I slept with you all night in the ancient town of Qikou, and worked as a model in a cave.
Girl, the red lantern outside the window has painted a charming layer for you. Your face washed by moonlight gives off a charming glow. Maybe one day we will meet again in Horqin grassland? 2015-1-1"Missing in the Jujube Garden" The jujube garden is full of dates, and the little red heads are crowded on the soft and delicious dates in the sun, scattered in the jujube forest. This is a jujube specially reserved for us. There are dates under the jujube tree and there are dates on the jujube tree.
Jujube trees without a leaf are everywhere, clusters of small red lanterns. Gently, gently, don't step on the jujube field, the fragile jujube will not be stepped on, gently, gently, don't shake the jujube tree, and the mature jujube will not be shaken.
We couldn't help crouching down. The dates in this place are so distressed. When you said that there was a bumper harvest of dates this year, the price of dates fell horribly. When you said that farmers were unwilling to pick them because they couldn't sell them, we were all crying. How distressing it is to see the dates in this place blocked in the mountains and rotted in the ground. How we wish jujube trees could put on wings and fly out of the mountains.