First, look up at the sun.
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Jesus Christ. I am your proud son.
Standing on the stage of life, I am a thinker. The sunny east shines on my land, my morning is bright and clean, and my life is full of vitality.
Outside the sunshine, in time, I have the only girlfriend in my life. In the sunshine, we meet, know each other and enjoy each other. We are full of sunshine, full of vigor and vitality, and the sunshine has written down our love for life.
In the sunshine childhood, we went from the land of sunshine to the market of life and sold sunshine. We stand in the sun to complete the most beautiful process of love and life.
Jesus Christ. Please let me have less fantasies.
2. Daughter of faith
In the sunny spring, when the glacier first opened, the daughter of Faith went home on the waves.
The daughter of faith brought me the spring of love. The mountain flowers are blooming, and the spring birds meet us and sing many beautiful poems on the branches.
The daughter of faith, the daughter of sunshine, is like coming to the world to sweep away shadows and darkness for holy love.
One sunny morning, she came. She, like the language of sunshine, is bright and bright; She, like a ray of sunshine, let the poetic years break through the darkness and begin to be poetic; She, like a spark in the sun, burns like a fire.
As a result, my days began to get out of my dreams and become brighter.
3. Glacier water
Above the glacier and under the sun, I am a boy with water quality.
Ice is my temperament, which makes people feel a cold, hard, bright and transparent personality. Water is my incarnation, just like my gentle side, my energetic side.
Under the sunshine, I am an emissary, with the gift of sunshine and the belief of water, going straight to my home and digging my own field. Drawing water from the glacier and watering my paradise is my happiness and my belief in the sun.
Glacier water, flowing into the garden of my life, the daughter of faith, the flower of my life, when will it bloom?
One day, the sun shone on the glacier and the winter of my life began to thaw.
Running water! Love comes in spring.
Second, sunshine and snowy areas
1, whose eyes opened the fragrance of plum blossoms in snowy areas? It was a red sun, the sunshine of my hometown.
Hometown, sunny and snowy areas, white is your only pursuit. Snow shines in the sunshine, and then turns into soft spring water, taking away the sadness in winter.
Go home, in the dark, snowflakes fall. Open the doors and windows, the sun shines down, sit at the desk and feel the charm of the words quietly.
Standing on the windowsill, holding the phoenix tree in hand and putting on the cotton-padded jacket made by my mother, my heart returned to the snow and the youthful sunshine.
The setting sun was golden, and my father waved his hoe and watered his beautiful home with sweat. Surrounded by snow, my sister looked at the green wheat seedlings in the field with bright eyes and described her beautiful tomorrow in poetic language.
Sitting in front of the house, thinking about my distant childhood. Making a snowman and having a snowball fight is the greatest pleasure for a group of boys in authentic mountain villages.
When I was a child, I knew that there were mountains outside the mountains, and when the snow melted, there would be snowflakes falling.
In the morning, the wind stopped and the dream woke up, only the snow was still flying. But I will feel the sunshine soon. I saw my mother and sister walk into the winter sunshine together, facing the shining snow light.
The snow on the road, a string of footprints, has been extended to spring.
On that snowy day, the plum blossom I was waiting for bloomed, pink, in the sunshine, in the snowflakes, on the roadside of the village entrance, like a pretty woman, and walked onto the white stage, showing her charm.
Outside Meiling, in the snow, poetry comes to mind.
Above the stone bench, within three meters, under the sunshine, the poet began to imagine a new scene of spring.
The neighbor's little girl came out and said, "Snow melts, seeds sprout, ..." with an authentic local accent.
The snow on the other side is the sadness hanging on the pine branches before winter goes far. On the back of the snow, the sunshine radiates my imagination of the seasons.
Snow scattered all over the pine branches, as if to dispel the cold in winter in Shan Ye.
Visible, a spring bird climbed up the branch, singing affectionate. Spring is coming.
So I thought, I began to write poems with my left hand, so I opened the doors and windows with my right hand to welcome the warm sunshine.
In the snowy sunshine, I am imagining a beautiful tomorrow, closing my hands and facing the sunshine. At this time, a sincere wish will melt with the snow.
Sunshine, rain and snow, spring blossoms, the second spring of my life.
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Snow and winter have an agreement to melt it into colorful spring with sunshine.
Therefore, there is an agreement about love in the snowy area. Give a plum blossom to the person you love, and you can join hands with your lover for life.
So, I walked into the dream, holding plum blossoms in my hand, and I saw my happy smile through the sunshine.
Third, the sunshine zone.
1, here comes the sun
It began to snow in Qinba Mountain area, and it was another winter in my hometown.
Snow is on the road, waiting for the sun to melt your life into a part of spring. Greetings in the wind slowly bring the news of spring.
Spring is coming.
Before the glacier came and woke up, the earth was full of vitality.
On a sunny day, cold came to me with snow. Snow turned into ice, and ice turned into water, which is about to become a new scene of spring. In the sunshine field last winter, my comfortable feeling disappeared and my memory was full of wonderful sunshine.
On a snowy day, I miss my love with a girl on my beloved soil.
That winter, before the sun came out, she crossed the snow to warm my land.
It's snowing. Sunshine. Beautiful her. Happiness, happiness, is a realistic poem, sending away my winter cold.
She came on a snowy day, and the cold wind blew away the sadness in my poem. I walked alone in the snow, and she brought a lonely poet back to reality from virtual beauty.
Sunshine opened my full desire, and then saw her smile.
Pieces of snowflakes bring a few poems. The warm sunshine makes our winter no longer cold. She snuggled up in her warm arms and read affectionate poems. She closes her eyes from time to time and thinks about the beauty and happiness outside of poetry. She poetized my day.
On sunny days, I began to smile, and suddenly she has become my bride in this life.
2. The imagination of sunshine
In winter, embrace fire.
One snowy night, the fire was opposite me. Poetry was born out of a conversation between my wife and me. In the poem, in the spring garden, flowers are waiting to open. The sunshine before dawn will melt the cold in my heart.
The cold wind is still there, the snowflakes are still there, and the chill slowly begins to close, forming transparent crystals.
Wine gives off an attractive fragrance from the cup, my wife's face is close to mine, and the old sunshine grows a pair of jealous eyes. Happiness needs no reason.
The sunshine by the river warmed us. My wife and I walked hand in hand by the river, and she was all smiles. The tears blown down by the river wind in my memory are like the waves on the sparkling river, surging with the spring tide.
The sun set on my face, hands and feet, and all the days became clear.
Under the sunshine, my wife and I stepped forward, and the poetic rhythm made love begin to make public.
In the sun, we began to read poems. Poetry is the sunshine in winter, which illuminates the boat in our life and braves the wind and waves.
On the morning of going to the sunshine, I received some feelings. Through poetry and sunshine, I spread my attachment to emotion and my love for life.
3. Poetry in the sun
The sun shines on us, and we express our love for life with hard-working hands in the sun.
Breathing in the morning is the most touching call of sunshine. The red light in the east shrinks all wishes into a kind of strength, reflecting many refreshing memories.
Pure river, breaking through the mist of dawn, village, my water lover, water smile, bright, pious and dignified. ?
Love, the love that colorful flowers can't bind; A paper boat, pursuing the harbor of emotion along the bank of years. ?
Youth and sunshine, love is full of declarations. ?
Used to be a song in the past, used to be a brilliant poem. Slow down the pace, beat the sparse mountains and rivers, feel the rigidity of the mountains, and look back at the spring when the rivers are surging. ?
The blood of the long river, along the winding thoughts, reaches a sunny tomorrow. ?
Waiting in the space of life, waiting for the careful kneading of the sun. ?
It's on fire. Iron in the fire. Hearts are flooded with emotion. The distortion of sunlight opens the garden of earthly love. Roses, red miracles, flashing lights, are the vows of sunshine without regrets.