Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao:
3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose)
4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain))
5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi: "Hui Chong {Riverside Night Scene)")
Mu Jiang Bai yin ju yi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
To Wang Lun and Li Bai.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
At sunrise, the river is full of flowers and flames, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
There is water in the green hills, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
A Story of Water
Love the water. I have loved the river in front of my house since I was a child.
I like the ripples and waves of water and the projection on the water.
I like the clarity, implication and profundity of water, and I also like the tolerance of water.
I also like the magnificent water and the heroic passion of rolling up thousands of piles of snow. ...
As long as I can remember, I grew up near the water. Running water, which took away a lot of childhood joys, is gone forever.
Standing by the water, I always wonder where the water has gone.
Standing by the water, I always ask why the water keeps swinging like this.
Water flows into rivers and into the sea.
When wandering, water soothes my soul. That river once stirred up a wave of souls. Na Pianhai, once a route of ups and downs in life.
I once stood on the shore of the Pacific Ocean, observing the vastness and distance, and observing the depth and magnitude of water. ...
It is a kind of fate that the other shore is far away.
Water has become the most extravagant thing in my life.
Walking in the west, I know how precious water is!
Far from the river, there are no lakes and no rivers and seas. ...
Desolate hills, villages at the foot of the mountain, dry gullies and people on high loess slopes have been praying for water all their lives.
"Mother's cellar" is their greatest happiness and comfort.
A thirsty village and thirsty countryside used to be synonymous with poverty.
Water bears the hardships of generations in the arid mountainous areas in the west and holds up the dreams of generations!
Water is an interpretation of western legends.
The dribs and drabs of Mother's Water Cellar are full of caring stories.
In fact, it is not just the water shortage in the west. ...
Water is full of worries in rivers and lakes.
Jianghu is a story full of water.
The destination of water is the destination of human life!
Water is the lifeblood of human existence!
The grass is green, the mountains are picturesque, and the green is dripping. In the blue sky, a group of Bai Niao flew by, singing the melody of spring, and the gentle wind gently blew over the water and swept over the beautiful face of the water. She feels itchy and comfortable. Water is happy. She lies in the warm embrace of the sea and enjoys the deep affection of the sea. In the broad embrace of the sea, the water is coquetry, playing happily, stroking the broad chest of the sea, and his face is full of tenderness. Water is romantic, she is always creating a quiet atmosphere, listening to the sounds of nature, intoxicated by the lingering mountains and rivers, and feeling endless beautiful melodies; Water is active, sometimes beating the rhythm of the waves, stepping on the rhythm of the waves, sometimes spinning wildly, and sometimes still like night; Water is changeable, sometimes like a volcanic fountain, sometimes like an iceberg pool, changing different faces. The sea was completely intoxicated by his dance and infected by her wonderful singing. She couldn't help hugging her and enjoying this exciting moment.
Water clearly knows that it is just a drop of water, so small and so inconspicuous. Only when you are integrated with the sea can you feel its value. Since then, in the embrace of the sea, no longer feel inferior, no longer helpless, no longer hesitant, because he found his best home-only the sea can accommodate her restless nature, the disappearing soul, and only the sea can stop her from never ending.
Until one day, the water met the clouds.
Baiyun stretches his lazy shoulders and gently dances his cloud skirt, which is very natural and unrestrained. He suddenly shuttled through the sky like a wisp of white smoke and suddenly ran like a group of naughty sheep. He runs and plays without paying attention to anything around him, because in his eyes, there is only the sky, which is his dream paradise and he can enjoy it freely. He wants to spread his wings and fly all the time. Only the sky can give him wings and make him soar. He wants to fly. He thought, can't help but be happier and more natural and unrestrained. He floats and floats. Suddenly, he saw the sea and the calm water in the sea. His fantastic figure was reflected on the water. The clouds stopped. He saw himself in the water and didn't believe that he was so beautiful in the water. He is so moving in colorful colors. He didn't want to go, just looked at himself quietly and stayed.
The water suddenly met the cloud and was completely moved by the cloud. She really doesn't believe that there is any shadow in the world that makes her move again. The excited heart couldn't stop beating, and she was completely fascinated by his elegant figure. Only she knows that this is a feeling that does not belong to the sea at all, a feeling that cannot be expressed. She stared at Baiyun affectionately, thinking that Baiyun was stunned by herself. She didn't know that the frolicking clouds were just curious to see her reflection in the water. Water can't help calling for white clouds. "Cloud, look at your beautiful cloud skirt. Come down and dance with me? " Cloud intoxicated in his own shadow, paused, just heard someone calling him. He showed a cheerful smile and smiled at the water: I can't get down, and I will become water like you. I only belong to my sky, and only the sky can give me wings to fly. Nice to meet you. I should go, too. Yun walked away with a gesture, leaving only the melancholy and loss of water: why didn't Yun understand his heart?
Water began to get tired of the sea, looking forward to the arrival of clouds every day, lamenting that the mediocrity of the sea is not as elegant as the white clouds, and the calm of the sea is not as dynamic as the white clouds. She will never change her mobile nature. Even when she sings, she reveals loneliness. The sea can't feel another voice in this song at all. He is used to the singing and ebb and flow of water. He can't feel the mediocrity in singing, the bitterness in saltiness, and never thought that water always dreamed of leaving him, longing for strange temptations, instant romance and looking for extraordinary oxidants.
How many waters miss the white clouds and look forward to the second projection of the clouds. She just waited, watching, looking forward to the sunrise, waiting for the sunset, with the tide rising, urging the tide to fall.
Finally one day, the clouds came again. Cloud is still curious, floating on the water, or naughty, and asks water: Do you still remember me, my friend, how are you recently? Water shed tears of joy: how could I not remember? I think about you every day and look forward to your arrival. I thought you would never come again. You know, you can only show your brightest light and shadow in the water. Without my foil, you can't find how elegant and touching you are. Cloud listened to the heart movement, can not help but be silent. Maybe everyone's life is like this. Tired of the familiar ordinary, may be everyone's * * * nature. No one is not eager to change the ordinary in the ordinary. Everyone has reasons to be tired, but they always make excuses for themselves and keep this normal state, for fear that one day they will deviate from the track and let the world spit on them. Thinking about thinking, he can't help but sigh that people are helpless, people are involuntarily, people are hypocritical, but they are different. Cloud was afraid, and he didn't want to change. Thinking about the eyes of the world, he couldn't help shivering and casually perfunctory words with water. He left again. He is rational. After all, he is not as affectionate as water. In fact, he also saw the tears in the water, and he was a little touched, because he also wanted to see his most chic posture reflected in the water forever. Which one can escape the yearning for good things? However, he can't, he can't leave his familiar sky, where he has his career and his own sky. He didn't hesitate and left soon. When he left, he left only one sentence: I won't leave you, I will come to see you when I have time. Because we will always have that kind of logical involvement, no one can escape, and there is no way to avoid my chance to meet you.
Later, clouds were rarely seen on the water. Like a ghost, the cloud always appears when the water waits for disappointment to turn into despair, feeding endless imagination and making it want to stop. That day, the clouds came again, and the water was really happy. As long as I saw the clouds, I forgot everything and was completely fascinated by them.
Water really wants to stop this suffering. She doesn't want to wait and torture herself like this. She finally decided to jump into the clouds and hug them tightly even if she lost her life. She jumped up without hesitation, but she had just left the sea and was about to jump when the wind blew her up. It turned out that the wind had come to help her. She saw that the water was too painful, so she wanted to help her and ride on the cloud. The water was blown into the sky by the wind, and before it touched the clouds, it suddenly felt a heat wave coming. She was stung by the dazzling sunlight, and her whole body instantly turned into steam. Water is no longer water. In order to be with the cloud, she completely sacrificed her life and disappeared without a trace.
How regretful it is to turn water into steam. Why do you always wait until you lose it to find that some facts cannot be changed? Leaving the law is tantamount to burying yourself. She not only lost the sea, but also lost the chance to meet the clouds, and now she can't find herself.
But what's the use of regret? Water only waits, waiting to become raindrops again and throw into the embrace of the sea again.
Finally, after several cycles, the steam finally turned into raindrops, and she fell into the sea again. She finally realized that she was luckier than other raindrops, so she had a chance to blend into the sea again. In its rapid fall, she hugged the sea tightly, and at the moment of melting, she felt the most touching beauty of being integrated with the sea again.
From then on, she will always be with the sea and never part.
She can only cherish the cloud in her heart and comfort herself from a distance.
1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jia Jian ")
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao:
3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose)
4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain))
5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi: "Hui Chong {Riverside Night Scene)")
Mu Jiang Bai yin ju yi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
To Wang Lun and Li Bai.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
At sunrise, the river is full of flowers and flames, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
There is water in the green hills, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
A Story of Water
Love the water. I have loved the river in front of my house since I was a child.
I like the ripples and waves of water and the projection on the water.
I like the clarity, implication and profundity of water, and I also like the tolerance of water.
I also like the magnificent water and the heroic passion of rolling up thousands of piles of snow. ...
As long as I can remember, I grew up near the water. Running water, which took away a lot of childhood joys, is gone forever.
Standing by the water, I always wonder where the water has gone.
Standing by the water, I always ask why the water keeps swinging like this.
Water flows into rivers and into the sea.
When wandering, water soothes my soul. That river once stirred up a wave of souls. Na Pianhai, once a route of ups and downs in life.
I once stood on the shore of the Pacific Ocean, observing the vastness and distance, and observing the depth and magnitude of water. ...
It is a kind of fate that the other shore is far away.
Water has become the most extravagant thing in my life.
Walking in the west, I know how precious water is!
Far from the river, there are no lakes and no rivers and seas. ...
Desolate hills, villages at the foot of the mountain, dry gullies and people on high loess slopes have been praying for water all their lives.
"Mother's cellar" is their greatest happiness and comfort.
A thirsty village and thirsty countryside used to be synonymous with poverty.
Water bears the hardships of generations in the arid mountainous areas in the west and holds up the dreams of generations!
Water is an interpretation of western legends.
The dribs and drabs of Mother's Water Cellar are full of caring stories.
In fact, it is not just the water shortage in the west. ...
Water is full of worries in rivers and lakes.
Jianghu is a story full of water.
The destination of water is the destination of human life!
Water is the lifeblood of human existence!
The grass is green, the mountains are picturesque, and the green is dripping. In the blue sky, a group of Bai Niao flew by, singing the melody of spring, and the gentle wind gently blew over the water and swept over the beautiful face of the water. She feels itchy and comfortable. Water is happy. She lies in the warm embrace of the sea and enjoys the deep affection of the sea. In the broad embrace of the sea, the water is coquetry, playing happily, stroking the broad chest of the sea, and his face is full of tenderness. Water is romantic, she is always creating a quiet atmosphere, listening to the sounds of nature, intoxicated by the lingering mountains and rivers, and feeling endless beautiful melodies; Water is active, sometimes beating the rhythm of the waves, stepping on the rhythm of the waves, sometimes spinning wildly, and sometimes still like night; Water is changeable, sometimes like a volcanic fountain, sometimes like an iceberg pool, changing different faces. The sea was completely intoxicated by his dance and infected by her wonderful singing. She couldn't help hugging her and enjoying this exciting moment.
Water clearly knows that it is just a drop of water, so small and so inconspicuous. Only when you are integrated with the sea can you feel its value. Since then, in the embrace of the sea, no longer feel inferior, no longer helpless, no longer hesitant, because he found his best home-only the sea can accommodate her restless nature, the disappearing soul, and only the sea can stop her from never ending.
Until one day, the water met the clouds.
Baiyun stretches his lazy shoulders and gently dances his cloud skirt, which is very natural and unrestrained. He suddenly shuttled through the sky like a wisp of white smoke and suddenly ran like a group of naughty sheep. He runs and plays without paying attention to anything around him, because in his eyes, there is only the sky, which is his dream paradise and he can enjoy it freely. He wants to spread his wings and fly all the time. Only the sky can give him wings and make him soar. He wants to fly. He thought, can't help but be happier and more natural and unrestrained. He floats and floats. Suddenly, he saw the sea and the calm water in the sea. His fantastic figure was reflected on the water. The clouds stopped. He saw himself in the water and didn't believe that he was so beautiful in the water. He is so moving in colorful colors. He didn't want to go, just looked at himself quietly and stayed.
The water suddenly met the cloud and was completely moved by the cloud. She really doesn't believe that there is any shadow in the world that makes her move again. The excited heart couldn't stop beating, and she was completely fascinated by his elegant figure. Only she knows that this is a feeling that does not belong to the sea at all, a feeling that cannot be expressed. She stared at Baiyun affectionately, thinking that Baiyun was stunned by herself. She didn't know that the frolicking clouds were just curious to see her reflection in the water. Water can't help calling for white clouds. "Cloud, look at your beautiful cloud skirt. Come down and dance with me? " Cloud intoxicated in his own shadow, paused, just heard someone calling him. He showed a cheerful smile and smiled at the water: I can't get down, and I will become water like you. I only belong to my sky, and only the sky can give me wings to fly. Nice to meet you. I should go, too. Yun walked away with a gesture, leaving only the melancholy and loss of water: why didn't Yun understand his heart?
Water began to get tired of the sea, looking forward to the arrival of clouds every day, lamenting that the mediocrity of the sea is not as elegant as the white clouds, and the calm of the sea is not as dynamic as the white clouds. She will never change her mobile nature. Even when she sings, she reveals loneliness. The sea can't feel another voice in this song at all. He is used to the singing and ebb and flow of water. He can't feel the mediocrity in singing, the bitterness in saltiness, and never thought that water always dreamed of leaving him, longing for strange temptations, instant romance and looking for extraordinary oxidants.
How many waters miss the white clouds and look forward to the second projection of the clouds. She just waited, watching, looking forward to the sunrise, waiting for the sunset, with the tide rising, urging the tide to fall.
Finally one day, the clouds came again. Cloud is still curious, floating on the water, or naughty, and asks water: Do you still remember me, my friend, how are you recently? Water shed tears of joy: how could I not remember? I think about you every day and look forward to your arrival. I thought you would never come again. You know, you can only show your brightest light and shadow in the water. Without my foil, you can't find how elegant and touching you are. Cloud listened to the heart movement, can not help but be silent. Maybe everyone's life is like this. Tired of the familiar ordinary, may be everyone's * * * nature. No one is not eager to change the ordinary in the ordinary. Everyone has reasons to be tired, but they always make excuses for themselves and keep this normal state, for fear that one day they will deviate from the track and let the world spit on them. Thinking about thinking, he can't help but sigh that people are helpless, people are involuntarily, people are hypocritical, but they are different. Cloud was afraid, and he didn't want to change. Thinking about the eyes of the world, he couldn't help shivering and casually perfunctory words with water. He left again. He is rational. After all, he is not as affectionate as water. In fact, he also saw the tears in the water, and he was a little touched, because he also wanted to see his most chic posture reflected in the water forever. Which one can escape the yearning for good things? However, he can't, he can't leave his familiar sky, where he has his career and his own sky. He didn't hesitate and left soon. When he left, he left only one sentence: I won't leave you, I will come to see you when I have time. Because we will always have that kind of logical involvement, no one can escape, and there is no way to avoid my chance to meet you.
Later, clouds were rarely seen on the water. Like a ghost, the cloud always appears when the water waits for disappointment to turn into despair, giving it endless imagination and making it want to stop. That day, the clouds came again, and the water was really happy. As long as I saw the clouds, I forgot everything and was completely fascinated by them.
Water really wants to stop this suffering. She doesn't want to wait and torture herself like this. She finally decided to jump into the clouds and hug them tightly even if she lost her life. She jumped up without hesitation, but she had just left the sea and was about to jump when the wind blew her up. It turned out that the wind had come to help her. She saw that the water was too painful, so she wanted to help her and ride on the cloud. The water was blown into the sky by the wind, and before it touched the clouds, it suddenly felt a heat wave coming. She was stung by the dazzling sunlight, and her whole body instantly turned into steam. Water is no longer water. In order to be with the cloud, she completely sacrificed her life and disappeared without a trace.
How regretful it is to turn water into steam. Why do you always wait until you lose it to find that some facts cannot be changed? Leaving the law is tantamount to burying yourself. She not only lost the sea, but also lost the chance to meet the clouds, and now she can't find herself.
But what's the use of regret? Water only waits, waiting to become raindrops again and throw into the embrace of the sea again.
Finally, after several cycles, the steam finally turned into raindrops, and she fell into the sea again. She finally realized that she was luckier than other raindrops, so she had a chance to blend into the sea again. In its rapid fall, she hugged the sea tightly, and at the moment of melting, she felt the most touching beauty of being integrated with the sea again.
From then on, she will always be with the sea and never part.
She can only cherish the cloud in her heart and comfort herself from a distance.