Prose and poetry recommendation about Chongqing: Chongqing, black and white heat wave, that's all.
August is the lodging season of wheat.
Chongqing, overhead, flying eagle.
Voles, stealing food to raise some kind of obesity.
Refractory syndrome
Tremble under a scalpel
The cut tumor is obviously black.
Vibrating wings
The pain of night attack
Some white shakes off the dust.
jump
A piece of sky
They, the shining aura is so humble.
Sow black seeds
Grow in the sky
Where is the blue?
A call that can touch our pain
Representatives and members
The background has reached a crazy accumulation.
Meteors pass by, passing through simple warmth.
Look forward to it
Eyebrows hold up a sky.
Prose and poetry recommendation about Chongqing: July in Chongqing.
? The turbulent season when my mother and I met.
Heavy rain, waving in the sky of Chongqing, dark and silent.
My heaven has been hit hard.
The night my father fell down, I fell asleep in exhaustion and comfort.
The hand in my dream still keeps my working posture. The sound of the machine rumbled and the look was tight.
Zhang.
This charming capital has lost many days of sunshine and misty rain.
Water vapor is in my heart.
Oh, my God, it finally collapsed.
My father was deprived of words and was silent for ten years with a stick of illness;
I didn't hum a decent word until I died.
The angel called by the hospital downstairs failed to hold his father's wings and fly to heaven.
Bang. I held the palm of my father's military career for the last time, trying to pull him back.
Stand upright. But he fell down, for the reason that he couldn't get rid of.
Villages and towns
His longing eyes are fixed in my tearful eyes, which may be my sadness.
Benjamin's soul struck a heavy note, and the thunder of that night resounded through the sky.
The earth thunders; That night, lightning fell.
Days of heavy rain and sudden noise. The burning rushes outside the coffin are in Fluttershy.
Like a floating boat, I miss you endlessly in the stagnant water in the street. spill
Flowing sadness, trains from Tibet and flights from Shanghai,
Our feet converge into an ocean of weeping.
......
At the moment, I don't have any support. My travel bag contains
Full of pain, with it, I embarked on a wandering journey, eastward,
Towards the place where the sun rises ......
Prose and poetry recommendation about Chongqing: Cinnamomum camphora and Ginkgo biloba in happy Chongqing live in the clouds.
Gently swaying the intoxicating warmth.
Chongqing yearning for happiness
It's refreshing to see inspiring people.
Rain or shine.
I always see you comforting others.
Who really cares about people's livelihood?
We saw your firm eyes.
You lead a happy life.
Lead us to realize five Chongqing.
Hold your hand tightly
Tears of joy permeated the eyes.
You lead a happy life.
Lead us to prosperity.
Uncontrollable excitement