In everyone's heart, there will be a beautiful distance. No matter how big we grow and how far we go, beautiful things are not only hovering in our hearts, but also in the distance where you can't set foot. The following are the lyrics and sentences I collected for you. You are welcome to refer to them.
Now the night is deep, there is no light in the room, and the spring breeze blows in gently from the window, bringing flowers to the whole room.
Snow, when it meets warm sunshine, will of course melt. However, the Millennium ice will not melt, not only will it not melt, but it will make the sun cool and become eclipsed.
The night is quieter, so quiet that you can hear the sound of dew dripping on the petals.
The faint morning light, the shadows of flowers everywhere and the chirping of birds outside the curtains make the hall quieter. The three kings are waiting for the shutter to welcome guests.
Epiphyllum in nature blooms overnight, leaving people with endless aftertaste, fragrance and eternal intoxication; Meteors and fireworks, even if the sky is in a hurry, still bloom beautifully; Grass is experiencing? Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze? The garden is still tenacious, announcing to the world that life is blooming and the spirit still exists.
Even if I am just a nameless flower, I will bloom charming wheatgrass in a quiet corner, bloom in elegance forever, face the world of mortals with the most beautiful posture, fragrance others, beautiful myself and lock my eyes.
Rainstorm is like a prodigal son who broke into a rich family in the middle of the night. It came suddenly and went quickly.
Who will take me back to the days when there were only fairy tales?
When you really do something, it is often the time when many things can't go back.
When you really want to forget someone, that person has been engraved in your heart.
The road of youth always seems to be full of reunion and parting. When the hourglass time is gone forever, and my memory is decreasing day by day, I seem to foresee the sky in June, the tears flowing from the sun, the wanton publicity of parting branches, and finally I can't stay.
Look at the Yellow River flowing eastward from the north. It is magnificent and colorful, but it is great. Chinese sons and daughters shed tears in their hearts, feeling speechless and hard to say goodbye. It seems that the time has come, and it's fun to meet.
It was suddenly discovered that the bustling Edo city is still difficult to hide the emptiness at night.
The thick bamboo curtain is deep, which isolates everything in the world of mortals from the curtain, but hides all the autumn charm of the deep mountains in the hall.
Some people say that willow is like silk, others say that willow is like snow. In the eyes of ordinary people, willow is always soft, whether it is like silk or snow. Spring night, spring rain, Bashan.
At sunset, a fairy tale world.
When you really wait for someone, that person will never appear.
The more you want to keep something, the easier it is to lose something.
Spring time, through the veil of memory, through the curtain of rain dream, I seem to hear a trembling sigh, gently penetrating the frozen soul, which is the decadence left by youth, like the sunshine in early winter, lingering in the evening breeze and slowly withering and falling into ashes.
It is said that June is a turning point in life, ending a youth era and opening a dream of growth. And I miss this June after so many years. My mood is transparent and I have no intention of performing joys and sorrows. I just looked back quietly. Those flowers that once appeared in my dreams are so real, just like yesterday.
Everything in the world is sentient, and the flowers in this life may be people in previous lives, just to find a sentient past life and come to the world. The deep affection and reluctance of the unicorn flower made me see love, the fate beyond dependence and love, and the people and things beyond the fall of love.
In the sky, there is a beautiful moon with a dream in it. In the dream, there is a song singing, though vague, but accompanying every day of life. Always wandering alone, day and night, silent and calling, deformed and beautiful.
Each of us is a living individual. Walking on a lonely bridge for a hundred years, outsiders can't find their own hearts. With the cold autumn of life, a lonely heart has deep sorrow and endless sorrow that can't be turned away.
Rainy nights in spring are always sad, especially in the mountains, lonely mountains, sloping stone roads and ink-splashing moss marks. How many famous predecessors' sad memories have been buried under the moss marks, and how many spring flowers have turned into spring mud before they are released.
The wind blows in through the window, and the moonlight shines in through the window. The wind is as cold as the moon.
There seems to be a faint sound of silk and bamboo in the wind, which makes this picturesque valley more peaceful and quiet. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
The wind is also fresh, fresh and fragrant, just like the breath of a passionate girl.
Sometimes, I feel I have lost a lot, but I have gained a lot. I hesitated for a long time in this multiple-choice question of giving up and having. But when my pen is about to write down the answer, it seems that something flows through the pen, jumps through my fingers and flows into my heart. Maybe I can choose more than one. Choose a middle ground between giving up and having. Why can't I give up the bad ones and leave the good ones?
In the endless wilderness of time, life is only a superficial impression. After four seasons, the fragrance dies, the hero is dead, life is full of nonsense, and everyone says more.
Look back at the right time, find a quiet and leisurely environment to listen to the birds telling the past of spring and watch the weeping willows touch the lake. Learn to observe the beauty of nature and listen to its voice. Let go of everything and enjoy the baptism of nature quietly.
There is a silent snow peak in the distance. There is a stone under it with a name on it. Although it is cold, it has been warm in the years. Always wandering alone, coming in a hurry, walking calmly, trekking footprints, in the horizon, in the cape, in each other's hearts.
Just as the meteor rises, a crescent moon like a moth's eyebrow hangs on the distant treetops. There are flowers in the wind, and the scenery is mysterious and beautiful.
The breeze caressed the willows, and the graceful branches hung down and caressed the lake. A few birds are chirping in the branches, telling the past of that spring. The past, like smoke, has long since vanished, leaving only that lonely feeling in the world.
Fortunately, after a hard struggle, I finally came out. For a time, I hated you; I hate you for disrupting my life, but you don't know how to cherish it irresponsibly. Someone once said that my life is as elegant as a lotus and as quiet as a lotus. I can't bear to disturb its tranquility, but I just wait far away. I have been spoiled by everything, but I still stand in the dust with a water-stop attitude, but I don't want to go into your city by mistake and fall into your gentle spoil. But it turns out that this is a catastrophe that fate cannot escape.
Flowers bloom in spring and dusk, because there is a faint fragrance. Fortunately, God also sympathized with my love of flowers and sent me a wisp of fragrance on such a beautiful night.
The sunshine outside the window, flying over the catkins, fell on a corner of the glass, folding out the folds of color. I counted every deep or shallow mark, and carved the past into words in the morning window with desolate memory, which moistened the taste of sunshine in my heart.
The sunset suddenly appeared from a large chaotic cloud. The sunset is already red, very red.
When the sunset is the reddest, it will sink. Is anybody there? Are people like this?
No one, no sound, the noise and troubles in the world of mortals seem to have been completely isolated from the door.
No fog, faint white clouds, it looks like a dream. A gust of wind blew, and the faint crows in the pine forest woke up, and the sunset in the west was even lighter. Then dusk enveloped the earth. The moon is full.
The smell of cinnamon is floating in the autumn wind. The fragrance of cassia seed is full of chill.
The stars are shining, the first quarter moon is embedded in the starry sky, and there are waves of fragrance in the jujube forest? It's not the smell of jujube trees, it's the smell of flowers.
Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people have used many nouns to describe it. Liu? .
But after he came, everything was moistened and changed by him. There is a fragrance of early spring leaves in the Woods, and the chill in the wind is heavier, but the world is peaceful and quiet.
The blue sky, the returning clouds, the sun has just risen, and the crystal clear dew is sprinkled on the red flowers and green leaves.
Left, the color still exists, which is the mutual appreciation of life; Leave, the color is still there, it is open in difficulties, it is strong in despair; Left, the color is still there, is the watch of love in the world of mortals, is the hope that the original intention will not change?
A piccolo, for a while; A vagrant, a call; A silhouette, a fleeting time. Who caresses the piano and sings softly, twisting the years into green time; Who bathes in the wind, sings the flute and delivers youth to the bright night sky; Who is the night, who is the day, and who dances on whose road? I grit my teeth, because I am not afraid, I will always stare at the cold winter, waiting for the first snowflake in the distance!
Photos bloom happily and peacefully in memory. The beauty of April and the spring breeze of Shaoguan make your heart as quiet as poetry!
Perishable youth is like a flower, how many people have bloomed in youth and been beautiful for a while; How many people left a glorious past when their youth passed away. I also pointed out the country and inspired the text; I once believed that the wisdom of young people is the wisdom of the country, and the strength of young people is the strength of the country. So many people can forget the heroic spirit, and how many people can forget the fleeting years when youth slipped away quietly.
Because of the innate temperament, after several efforts and ups and downs, the final study will not be humble. Maybe it is wrong, the true meaning of love, I mean that the embrace of the soul is supreme and true. However, the disturbance of the world, as ruthless as wind and rain, always makes the flower-like woman wither early. It's better to live in a valley, be an orchid with morning dew and moisture, be deep and lonely, and enjoy the happiness alone; And don't make dust, and don't cross Chun Qing.
People wander in the landscape, constantly looking for their faces.
The silence in the mountains is always bleak, which is by no means something that people in the world of mortals can think of.
Although the wind is blowing, making the leaves swish, it only adds a little sadness to this silence.
The picturesque mountain forest is still lit with a little light, reflecting pavilions and bamboo waterfalls.
You can enjoy the Ye Ping in your heart, and enjoy the moonlight like water at the independent window of the phoenix tree in the sunset. You can also listen to the rain under the eaves in the stormy autumn; Looking at the green grass in the mountains and plains full of spring.
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