The rain in June is 1.
I'm sitting in the Millennium South.
Put a red passionate phoenix flower.
Tie your hair carefully until you cross Jiang Lai from northern Xinjiang.
Time is too wide and fingers are too thin.
Wait, it's been thousands of years.
On the Dragon Boat Festival in June,
I'm going to Miluo River to send Zongzi to Qu Yuan.
Mother prepared superior glutinous rice and rich zongye.
Actually, it's not just my mom.
All the mothers in the world
The ceremony will be completed in June.
However, mothers stopped crying.
2.
Miss the old little happiness
Life is getting old.
There is always a blank in my memory.
I don't know how to settle history.
Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions was written out of context.
The storm in Daqiao Xiaoqiao has passed.
Song Jiang finally ruined the country in vain.
After Wukong and Tang Priest returned from the scriptures, there were many secular letters and conversations.
In fact, who cares if the past of the previous dynasty is true or not?
If you like to shoot Kung Fu dramas, shoot them.
Anyway, you are not responsible for history.
Between sunrise and sunset
Times have changed, and things have changed.
It was yesterday evening that the flowers were yellow.
What year are you writing a story?
3.
The trees outside the window are dotted with mangoes.
They used to bloom small flowers in spring.
I never open windows, and I don't like to open curtains.
Absolute search for loneliness
Feeling lonely is sometimes more reliable than anything else.
You can secretly comfort your heart appropriately.
I seldom imagine the traffic outside the window.
I always think they are too upset.
I'm just in a house with glass partitions.
Dreaming alone
It is these dreams that dye the mango outside the window.
4.
The rain curtain in June meets the rain curtain
Quietly wet my daughter's little hand.
She began to learn the entertainment methods of writing, singing and dancing.
I feel that she has lived under my nose for a long time.
She began to have her own thoughts and cognition.
She loves me as much as I love her.
Clean and pure
She is my world and I am her paradise.
In the trivial days when I grew up with her, my life was very rich.
I was lucky to be her mother in June.
I hope that many years later, she will say:
I was lucky to be her daughter in June.
5.
I was born a southern woman.
Nature likes the wind in the south.
When Lusheng rings deep in the bamboo forest.
When the phoenix blooms everywhere
When the fragrance of mango comes from a distance.
When Milla served the table dipped in water.
When marijuana is crisp and roasted,
When the bacon is taken out of the jar
I'm drunk.
When I was young, I gave my heart to my eyes to see the flowers in the world.
The older I get, the more I give my heart to my taste buds and start living.
I began to miss my hometown that I had never left.
again and again
6.
It doesn't matter what posture the corn stands in.
The wind in the south has already gone with the Red River.
Cicadas tirelessly sing about their short lives.
After the rain, the sun stung the earth viciously
I muttered to myself in the shade of a tree.
Desire has reached its lowest point.
Everything in the world has become gorgeous.
Or is it just an illusion?
But I'd rather believe in this feast.
This will be the biggest ceremony of my life.
The glory of February and June, the glory of June
Chenlongzhang
Jiaozishan experimental middle school draws whispering dreams,
Students look forward to the glory of June.
A thousand battles day and night,
Countdown only for college entrance examination scores.
When cadres cast Excalibur,
Gou Jian spent ten years on this work,
Su Qin's stunt of hanging beams was earth-shattering,
Gong Yu moved mountains,
Wang Anshi's wedding candle,
Jin Fan finally met Zhou Jin and became the first.
When the blood of students in Jiaozishan Experimental Middle School was applauded by the waves of the Yellow River,
Our dreams have grown wings.
The hope of cultivating green leaves in barren hills,
A ship carrying fate,
Sow in spring,
Finish the fruit of June.
The accumulation of flower buds before blooming,
This is an indomitable movement.
The pupa is transforming into a butterfly,
This is the gospel of bitter before sweet.
The college entrance examination does not believe in tears.
She only winks at the person with the highest score,
The sunshine in June is open to those who are prepared.
June flowers cheer for the winners,
Let the sweat of hard work water the flowers of success,
Let the grass that broke through the ground move towards gorgeous glory.
On the way to the college entrance examination shopping,
The hope of our enterprise has turned into joy.
June can also be brilliant.
The Great Wall of Wan Li also sings for us.
Add one point,
Killing thousands of people,
Strive for first class,
Many women who support you,
Climb the ivory tower,
To realize the Ninth Five-Year Plan,
The picture of the emperor,
What kind of princes would rather have it?
This is no longer our whispering dream.