The charm of the lake makes the white clouds stand in the blue, smiling silently, and a kind of admiration falls from the sky. The vast sea is like a mirror, bluer than the sky. Trembling heart, twinkling eyes, eyes of the earth.
Black storks fly in the air, their metallic wings twinkle in the sun, and their bright red beaks and legs draw a most beautiful arc in the air. Flying wings, 800 feathers, recorded a huge cave of 800 miles.
Flying is a gesture, and standing is a gesture. Junshan is a fairy shadow in the fog, standing in the lake, listening to the songs of the four seasons, listening to the gurgling of the lake and listening to the shallow singing of enthusiastic people. Clouds are floating in the sky, around Junshan, rolling in the lake and turning away.
Reed dancing, undulating water plants, dancing slender backbone, standing in a wall. The poetic language of Dongting Lake, the power of gathering water and the irresistible charm of nature.
Swaying fishing boats and undulating aquatic plants, who can read the sign language of Dongting Lake? Fish are swimming in the water. They are cracking the dream of Dongting Lake.
Eichhornia bambusa is still filled with women's spoony tears.
The winding mountains buried the kings of which dynasty and generation, white clouds and clear water gathered sand, and the air was filled with an affectionate woman's past. We expect more touching love stories, such as this beautiful Dongting Lake, which is intoxicating. Even if the distant geese cry sadly, it will not make the tourists on Dongting Lake feel a little sad.
Listen to the wind on Yueyang Tower.
Standing for thousands of years, just to have a look at these 800-mile waters.
I received a record of Yueyang Tower from a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. I read it in the wind and rain to bid farewell to the sunset and welcome the bright moon.
Reading the thin lake and getting old, "only worry about the world first, then enjoy the world", let the years look up.
How can you count your feet overlooking the building if you can't count the number of clear lake? In the wind, some people sigh, some people sing, but who sees sincere blood, boiling for one dynasty after another.
The gathering of wild goose wings disturbed the boundless water surface. Who sings "Wild geese lead to sorrow, mountains hold good moons ..."
The evening breeze blows the skirts of the Iraqis, and the ronin who dances back to his sleeves has already turned intoxicating eyes into mist and covered a lake with autumn water. That beautiful ballad is still swaying in the moonlight.
It is already spring, the flying birds are looking for the memory lost in winter, and the cranes will return to their hometown. Be careful not to let love burn you in this restless season.
Listening to the wind on Yueyang Tower, the songs are drifting away and the footsteps are approaching. People who love each other let the sun set, and those cold blood drained the sight of despair. Beidou, please don't continue to be hazy, the wind is tight, look up, can you see a love hidden behind that dark cloud?
A thunderbolt and a flash of lightning made the bones of love no longer cold, and tears no longer soaked bamboo.
In the wind, who is about, who is singing, 800 miles of Dongting, 800 miles of scenery. ...
Mottled/spotted bamboo
Because of women's tears, you have become a spotted bamboo.
Because of this Bambusa bambusa, you have inherited a beautiful love story, standing upright, waving the oath of love in the wind and rain, and the branches and leaves stubbornly reaching out their fingers, hoping to touch your lover's eyes, so that he will not go far, leave you and make you cry. Bamboo understands women's tears and loves the feelings in life. Bamboo collects spoony tears, and it collects the tragedy of love.
Martyrdom was polished into the last coffin of love. With the persistence from generation to generation, Bambusa shows sad love. Countless lovers have experienced the beauty of pure love and walked into the Garden of Eden in the East. The pain of being abandoned by love flooded into the lake.
You can only sigh pitifully. Because of a tear, you have the reputation of "Xiangfeizhu", and your youthful and strong appearance can't cover up your tender heart. Flexible leaves are sent into the air, let the wind take them away, and you still collect the tears of acacia.
Today, you are still on this isolated island, mottling the eternity of love with tears.
A bamboo, a unique "Zhu".
thornbush
( 1)
Birds fly in the early morning, and the cheerful calls disturb the sleeping dreams; Insects are busy eating mushrooms and carrying night dreams; Plants grow desperately in fog and rain, changing different colors season after season; Only the mountain remained silent.
I am a hawthorn tree, and I choose the cliff only to see the wider sky; The roaring mountain wind makes my face vicissitudes, but I still have enthusiasm and stick to this land.
After four seasons, only this Mid-Autumn Festival released my mature thoughts; With open arms, high blood and sunshine embrace each other, and the whole mountain is burning with enthusiasm.
People in deep danger raised their hungry heads and their outstretched hands were still shaking. Every string of deep red fruits moistens the thirsty throat. They are not greedier than birds, nor are they greedier than those flying insects that grab food. They leave some to others.
The fiery red fruit is a flag, leading the trend of the season.
Hawthorn tree, propping up the blue sky with a flame-like attitude, sits steadily for many years, becomes a Buddha, and smiles at creatures.
Youth, enthusiasm, fruit. The world walks in its sight, and it doesn't speak.
Spring is blooming, summer insects are singing, autumn fruits are being picked, the winds of the four seasons have blown through the treetops, and the fruits on the treetops have made birds with nowhere to feed spend the winter.
(2)
Hawthorn tree, standing on the top of the mountain, is fearless, fearless, whether it is wind or rain, only regards wind and rain as a sharp blade or an impassioned melody. This is a blessing to life and an experience of life.
When I heard some messy footsteps, I knew it was about to complete a great mission.
The tongue sticking out on a hot day licks and scalds all the plants. People who move slowly have burning desires in their eyes, and strings of fiery fruits are swaying.
The man said that he had found a sea of fire, and he would plunge into it on a starry night to catch a spark and dedicate it to his goddess.
The woman said that she found a sea of fire, and the romance of women far exceeded the imagination of men. Who did she think of when she jumped into the fire?
A fruit, the whispers of several seasons, has the taste of Tang poetry and the lyricism of Song poetry. Before the storm comes, someone will sing.
Passion runs in a man's blood. He will use all body language to make a string of fiery red fruits fall into a woman's eyes, mouth and heart. His sky rises again and again.
Women's eyes, full of clear springs and water waves, melt fruits into tenderness and rivers.
Then, the men's bodies were transformed into a boat, and the hawthorn tree was still on the shore.
Men are a gust of wind, women are leaves falling with the wind, and a hawthorn tree is an endless poem.
(3)
A pile of fruits is ripe, and other fruits are competing to share a blue sky and compete fiercely. Retire the green and tender, and let the maturity be full.
Give the fruit to a person, and the relative eyes are soft; * * * Watch a pair of flying butterflies together. It won't be long before you see them holding hands.
In the red season of hawthorn, the fruit goes to late autumn.
Pedestrians, once stopped under the tree, will produce love songs.
Love, the wind of the four seasons is like a bell, shaking the faith of love. Even if it burns, it will become a fire phoenix.
Maturity is a confident child, flying insects. They know more about the oath of love, and beautiful things hang high.
Immature people retreat to the moonlight, settle down, cast spells and bewitch, and can't decipher the code of love.