Back in Zhao, people lay on horseback and rested on their saddles. But I slept until noon, and I sat up in awe.
When the weather is fine, it will be fine after the rain. Persimmons are lush, and the Wangs' courtyard is spacious.
Huxian bottled wine, Nanshan on the wall. Sleep alone or sit alone, and the wind will open ahead.
The Zen monk and the poet met for the second time. If you want to talk all night, you must sleep all day.
There is nothing to do but pay tribute to the court. Long health, officials and the poor are safe.
Fortunately, there is no urgent illness, and it is neither bitter nor hungry. From then on, speak appropriately, but not on the outside.
Only those who should be quiet believe it, while those who move are hard to speak. Yuan in Taichung served the imperial court and became a Langguan sooner or later.
No official, no one is idle. Playing with the trees in the new court is easy to make the Tang Dynasty foggy. At the beginning of April, the new leaves became cloudy.
Shake the beautiful scenery and build a deep courtyard. There are people who have nothing to do, but I'm looking here.
You can only play with things at that time, but you can also open your eyes. Talk to a Taoist or listen to a poet.
Spring is full of fragrance, and nightingales abound. I live a leisurely life, so I forget the worldly thoughts.
People who know the truth before they know it are not necessarily in the mountains. Sixty rhymes in spring and Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty.
As soon as you open your mouth, you will weave shells and cut onions. Drunk and charming, two bright pupils overflow in the water wave.
But if you enjoy infinite happiness, you will know how to hate it. The bridal chamber is leisurely and graceful, and the courtyard is lush.
The Tang past in Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? The golden lock has been buried and is extremely strong. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I got the shadow of Lou Yu Yaodian, and I took a photo of Qinhuai. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's courtyard is deep and clear, and peaches and plums are in full bloom.
Willow silk covered with Yushu, drizzling outside the curtain, light cold. The terrace of yat sen villa is getting brighter and brighter, and I am drunk before I can spell flowers.
It's quieter to invade the corridor, walking around alone, thinking. Nian Nujiao Song Liqing took a look at the depression hospital, and it was windy and drizzling, so the heavy door had to be closed.
Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste.
When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless.
Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today? Linjiang Song Xian Li Qingzhao's courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in the Spring Festival Evening. For anyone, haggard is detrimental to Fang Zi.
Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.
Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Shasong in Huanxi, Li Qingzhao's bun hurts spring, and the wind falls in the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are light and sparse.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold. The water dragon sings, and Lu Youzun looks for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of him, sighing that his mood is completely reduced.
A suit of ping mail, drunkenness is not about wine, beauty is far away. This year, malodorous, rainy, Yelang River.
Leaning on the floor, playing the flute, looking at the mirror by the window, crying all over. Flowers fall on the moon and the courtyard is bright.
Silence, heartbreak. Hand in hand side by side, it worked at that time, drawing Liang Qiyan.
Meet new people, net dust, dance shirt fans. I am ashamed and haggard, and I am careless about my own path, for fear that Yinger will see me.
Zhaojun complained that Song Lu traveled in the yard all day, and people were tired and didn't bother to shake their fans. Xiao Jing writes about Xiaoxiang, which is cool from birth.
Shuangyan is blooming outside the curtain, and someone is watching it under the curtain. Bao Zhuan dismantled the official and burned incense.
How deep is Liang Zhusong Ouyang Xiu's yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Walking slowly on the beach, Ouyang Xiu walked to Song Guzhou alone, his eyes blocked by danger. I finally made a sunset rain, but it was gone.
Cold leaves are messy. The crescent moon is bright and the clear waves are shallow.
Tonight, it is hard to get rid of boredom and separation. Strong to the pillow, light residual leakage forever, close your eyes and miss your eyes.
I clearly dreamed that I was like a flower. According to the former, the old hospital.
New moon photo, curtain hanging, bead curtain rolling. Gradually dawn, pulse condition is Jue Yuan to the horizon.
Liu Yong, Linjiang Song Xian, dreamed of a small yard, with a cold wind and drizzle. Outside the window, autumn leaves fall wildly.
My heart is shaking. Nai cold leaks forever, lonely and sad, tears and candles burn empty.
For no reason, it's just an embroidered pillow and a leisurely night. Depression.
Love is hate, try to be young and tolerant. Chueh-hsin came here haggard with an old weather vane.
The soul disappeared. Thinking about pleasure, smoke and waves hinder, Fang Yuan.
It's boring to ask how to live a taboo life after 18 years old. Queqiao New Hetang, Qinghuayuan, the rain broke outside the eaves.
There are two noisy frogs. Why does it sound like singing songbirds? The scenery is flowing, tourists are sweating, and Mo Wen's sideburns are very long.
Drink drunken songs, save half and worry half. Ugly slaves are slow/picking mulberry seeds is slow. Song Panfen is worried about spring, but it is still sunny.
Under the thick green shade, Yan language warblers are singing. Counting the new lotus cymbals, lightly flooding the pool.
It's sunny and rainy after a curtain of wind, May Huang Shi. Remember that time, Jade Man was so sleepy that he tried to get dressed for the first time.
* * * Hand in hand, red window embroidery, painting fan poems. How can it be today? Half the bed is full of bright moon.
Where is Zhangtai? For me, frown. In Song Dynasty, Jiang Kui's Xiang Lian fell into a dispute, the trees were sparse and green, and the courtyard was dark and rainy.
There is no reason to embrace the shadow, but also see that the walls of Shinohara are dark and the steps of moss are cut. He bid farewell to Fujian and asked who played the water pipa.
Unfortunately, it is a piece of land, which has always been paid to thrush. Long hate each other never had to pay, now what's the matter, and farewell to the west wind.
Cold and smoky, moving people far away, sailing like leaves. Miss Wen Jun for a long time, leaning on bamboo and worrying about life.
After returning, Cui Zun took two sips, took off the bead curtain and looked at the moon delicately.
2. What poems describe "beautiful courtyard life"? 1. "How deep is the yard?"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
2. "Broken Heroes Liu Xiasheng Pavilion"
Song: Yan
Liu Xia Sheng Ge Yuan, floret Dang. Remember what happened in the Spring Mansion that day and write it to jathyapple in the red window. Who should send Lian Xiao?
Crimson wax is idle with tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering. How much hatred can a green temple provide? It is better to be heartless than to break a string. This year is older than last year.
3. "Huanxisha courtyard is heavy, and the sunlight is oblique."
Ming Dynasty: Xia Yan
The courtyard is heavy, the sky is crooked, and full of green is full of flowers. Spring dream travels around the world.
The wind blows the curtain low, the pond rains and the frog cries. Wine wakes the moon and shines on the window screen.
4. Ruan Langgui took a picture of the Liu Yin courtyard.
Song Dynasty: Yico Zeng
Liu Yin courtyard occupies the scenery, and the days are very long. Bibo's new small pond is busy with water.
Flat and sloppy, fluffy and frivolous. Cherish the jade with pity, the red fragrance disappears, and the title belongs to the painting beam.
5. "recent love, deep courtyard"
Qing Dynasty: Tan Xian
Courtyard deeply people quietly accused Ying Ge of falsely reporting Lang Wei. Liang Jinfeng, who is pressing her sideburns, is small, and her head is just idle worry.
Jiangnan teenagers, high-rise black tea. Try to go back to China, okay? Stop pedestrians from going westbound, and the light body is willing to turn into a banana.
3. Ask for a famous saying about the interesting life in the yard. Understanding literature is the beginning of understanding. Mr. Tao Xingzhi Yangming said: "Knowledge is the beginning of knowledge, and knowledge is the fruit of accumulation." I think this is wrong. It should be "knowing is the beginning of knowing, and knowing is the result of doing." Let's start with a child. He must have scalded his hands at first to know that the fire was hot, iced his hands to know that the snow was cold, and ate sugar to know that it was sweet. You don't know that a stone is hard until you touch it. You have been in the sun several times, cooked in the kitchen several times, had several frosty winds and eaten several cups of ice cream before you know the abstract cold. How many times have you eaten white sugar, brown sugar, sesame sugar, sugarcane and licorice before you know that it is sweet in the abstract. You touch iron, copper and wood, and after a few times, you will know that abstraction is hard. You burned your hand and froze. Then the ups and downs are better understood. When you hit a stone, you can hit a cotton ball, then the hardness can be better understood. We can all see clearly that "knowledge is the beginning of knowledge, and knowledge is the achievement of action". Franklin (2) flew a kite, knowing that electricity could be conducted from the sky to the ground. Watt boiled water, and when he saw steam pushing the lid, he knew that steam could also push the machine. Galileo will have different weights at the Leaning Tower of Pisa (3) We know that balls with different weights land at the same time. In these scientific inventions, we can see that "knowledge is the beginning of knowledge, and knowledge is the success of action". Mo Bian (4) puts forward three kinds of knowledge: one is body knowledge, the other is hearing and hearing, and the third is speaking knowledge. Personal knowledge comes from "doing". Hearing and hearing is obtained from others or teachers and friends. Can all fall into this category. Oral knowledge is inferred knowledge. At present, the knowledge that ordinary schools attach importance to is only the knowledge of listening and speaking. Almost all the knowledge is summed up through the knowledge of listening and speaking, while the intimate knowledge is almost completely thrown out of the door. Oral knowledge is also ignored, and at most it is inferred from the knowledge of listening and speaking. We use "doing is the beginning of knowledge" to explain the source of knowledge, not to deny auditory knowledge and oral knowledge. Is to admit that familiarity is the foundation of all knowledge. Knowing and speaking knowledge must be rooted in familiarity before it can take effect. Take the speech of March 8th Doctrine (5) as an example. Our speech to a group of young people who have no working experience in machinery factory has no effect on them. I really can't learn if I'm not familiar with it. If one of them has worked in Shanghai cotton mill for a few days or a whole day, what is his significance to the eight-hour working day movement? There must be friendly understanding. Some people say, "it is not economical to make a mountain out of a molehill to seek experience in order to understand the eight-hour work." I think the most economical thing in the world is not the acquisition of this intimate knowledge. Modern political and economic problems focus on this kind of life. The personal knowledge gained from this life is tantamount to gaining the key to controlling political and economic problems. Familiarity is a necessary condition for understanding knowledge, which proves that "speaking knowledge" also means that you should be rooted in "knowing your loved ones". Sherlock Holmes with a white nose has a strange case. After a usurer was killed, there was a bloody handprint on the white wall of his room, which was surprisingly large, 2 feet 8 inches long from the wrist to the tip of the middle finger. When Holmes saw this strange handprint, he concluded that the murderer had no palm and was related to glove AIDS. Based on this reasoning, he found out that Coles, who lived in the glove shop, was the murderer of this case, and the weapon used was a big iron hand hanging at the door as a signboard. His reasoning ability is not small, but how can he infer it without the intimate knowledge of the iron hand signboard? From this, it can be seen that knowing is rooted in knowing, which just shows that "doing is the beginning of knowing, and knowing is doing." 1June 3rd [Note] ① This article is a speech at the Xiaozhuang teacher Yin Hui on June 3rd 1927. The first paragraph was originally published in the Journal of Rural Education, Volume 2,No. 1, entitled "Just do it". Know that it is the end of this line. (2) Franklin translated Franklin (1706- 1790), an American scientist and inventor of lightning rod. (3) Galilee translated Galileo (1564- 1642), an Italian physicist and astronomer. Pisa translates Pisa. Refers to the classic upper and lower parts and the classic upper and lower parts of Mozi. ⑤ 38 Doctrine 1 886 On May1Sunday, workers in Chicago and other places in the United States held a general strike, demanding that they work eight hours a day, study eight hours and rest eight primary schools. Known as the "38 system." Creative Education Tao Xingzhi: My topic today is creative education. What is creative education? Let me explain the meaning of the word "creativity" first. Let me give two examples. Robinson drifted to a desert island, thirsty. During the day, he went to the seaside to hold water in his hand, but at night there was nothing he could do. He occasionally saw the burnt soil by the fire. It became a solid thing, so he made three bottles of earth, burned one bottle in the fire, and the other two bottles could be filled with water. So his thirst problem was completely solved. When we analyze this matter, we can find three points: he has water in his hand, and there are difficulties in the dark, which is his action; It was also his action that found that the soil became solid and hard after the fire; It was his idea to mold the soil into a bottle, hoping that it would be as strong as burnt soil. As a result, his plan to hold water in the bottle succeeded, and this is the generation of new value. Thought comes from action, and new value comes from thought. This is the process of creation. This example is "the creation of matter". For example, Granny Liu went to the Grand View Garden in a Dream of Red Mansions, and Grandmother Jia later invited two boats. Baoyu and his sisters are walking behind the boat. Hanoi is full of broken lotus leaves, and Baoyu can't row fast enough to catch up with a boat. Baoyu was furious and was about to shovel all the broken lotus leaves. Xue Baochai said, "The servants are very busy now. Let them get rid of them when they are free! " Lin Daiyu said, "I like Li Yishan's poems the least in my life, but only one sentence is ok." . Baoyu asked which one it was. "。 Daiyu said, "Leave the lotus leaves to listen to the rain. Baoyu saw that the folded lotus leaf was very useful and stopped shoveling it. "。 In this example, the boat enters the lotus leaf, which is an action; Breaking lotus leaves hinders navigation, which is action; Lin Daiyu put forward Li Yishan's poems, which are thoughts; Baoyu's disgusting broken lotus leaf has changed.
Write a sentence about the brand-new courtyard 1. This villa has three floors. Because it is built on the mountain, the scenery on each floor has its own merits. Entering the gate, it is a cobblestone path. On both sides of the path, rows of stone benches are lined with bonsai with different shapes, which is pleasing to the eye. Turn left. This road is a moon gate.
2. Inherit the essence of traditional architecture in China and maintain the unique artistic style of traditional architecture, which is simple, simple and rich. Taking nature as a convert, advocating Confucianism, rich in Taoism, Buddhism, seclusion and elegance.
Classical and cheerful, steeple-shaped sloping roof, wooden frame and column decorated with plaster, natural building materials and vines clinging to it set each other off, but classic is not fashionable.
The combination of Chinese and western architecture is so harmonious. The basic charm of Chinese style and western architectural symbols and details complement each other, which is not only beautiful, but more importantly, it makes living comfortable and close to nature. The external space layout has the feeling of enclosing Chinese houses, which embodies the advantages of small but refined as a whole.
5. Romantic and solemn temperament, tall foyer and magnificent gate, round arch window and stone corner all show elegance. Fresh and unconventional, white stucco walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and cloisters, and the living room with high and big windows make people feel uneasy. Elegant and exquisite, the porch and entrance hall extend from north to south, the living room and bedroom are provided with low windows and hexagonal viewing bay windows, and the dining room runs through from north to south.
6. Lush bamboos stand in two rows along the path, and green bamboo leaves are gradually surrounded at the top, forming a dome-shaped "roof" to isolate the strong sunshine from the scorching heat in late summer. No matter where you go in the park, you can't see the landscape from the road 10 meters. The green and tall bamboo forest hides the whole park in it and twists and turns.
7. Elegant and exquisite, it looks natural, relaxed, casual and simple. Combined with the hydrophilic platform, swimming pool and cloister in the courtyard, it presents an American country lifestyle.
5. Look for sentences describing ancient courtyards:
1, beautiful trees are lush, exotic flowers are brilliant, and the area is clean, pouring from the depths of flowers and trees under the stone gap. After a few more steps, I gradually went north, flat and wide, with flying buildings on both sides inserted into the air, carved and embroidered thresholds, all hidden in the mountains.
2. between. Looking down, I saw the jade in the blue stream, the top of the stone passing through the clouds, the white stone as a hedge, the pond surrounded by three stone bridges, and the beast's face vomited.
The landscape stretches for thousands of miles, and the balcony rises from five clouds. The garden was built in the glory of the sun and the moon, and the scenery won the merits of the article.
Modern text:
1. Every year at the end of winter, plum blossoms are in bud. In early spring and February, the earth has not fully recovered, but plum blossoms are in full bloom and red buds and green calyx are covered with branches. Beautiful scenery, Leng Xiang tangy, refreshing.
She led the way with a dim silk lamp. The whole tunnel was dark, and nothing could be seen clearly except a little light at her feet and the sound of waves flapping from time to time on both sides.
3. It's not so much released as the bamboo garden and the autumn mountains are stacked. It is so stable and comfortable, in line with the laws of nature and pleasing to the eye. Only a few stones and a few bamboos are enough to make people linger in a gap in that mountain. Looking back, the cornice at the corner of Qiu Ge at the top of the mountain and the jade overpass that can be crossed only one step away from the mountainside remind people that they are in a rockery.
The water drops splashed by the clear spring on the stone wall fall into the pool, tick, tick. ...
Go straight along the corridor of the main building in the bamboo garden to the end, and you can enter the top of Qiushan Mountain, a Yellowstone rockery with red stones. Only this color will give birth to autumn. The appropriateness of this mountain lies in its echo with the peaks other than the main peak, and in the consistency of its mountain landscape.
6. The boat moved slowly along the narrow river. Winter jasmine is planted by the water, with slender branches hanging gracefully and yellow petals hanging shyly all over the branches. The breeze blows over the water, just like a girl looking at herself in the mirror, still shy to speak. Bright sunshine shines through the blooming cherry trees, shedding golden kisses, and mottled tree shadows ripple on the river. A touch of faint spring breeze brought cherry blossoms like snow, flying and spinning ... flying all over the sky, and finally reluctantly drifting into the distance. If there is a fragrance floating in the air, it is thought-provoking; Euphemistic and clear bird songs are hidden among the shadowy trees and flowers, which are transparent and cheerful; On the boat, the ferryman shook his paddle and creaked and sang.
Suddenly, the scenery in front of me changed. I entered a wide water area, and the number of ships around me suddenly increased. Most of them are Wu Peng boats like us, and there are also many gorgeous cruise ships dotted among them. The bank is crowded and bustling, shops and customers come and go, and a bustling riverside scene in Qingming Festival unfolds before our eyes.
8. Both sides are brightly lit. In front of it is a white wall built on the water, about two meters high, covered with black tiles. The wall was built in waves, undulating up and down. In the middle of the moon cave, the red paint door was left unlocked, and there was a faint sound of piano and music. The black plaque on the door says "Pear Garden".
9. The crystal bead curtain pours, and behind the curtain, someone wears a gauze to caress the piano, and the sound of the piano flows between the fingertips, either empty or real, unpredictable, like a quiet and ethereal dripping spring, and then the water gathers into a strong stream and passes through mountains, reefs and shallows with tenacious vitality.
10, the day and night are as cool as water, the red candle in the window is swaying, the drizzle outside the window is oblique, and the accumulated water drips quietly along the eaves, leaving ripples on the ground, like sighing to retain. () I put out the candle, pushed open the creaking window, sat on the edge of the bed with my knees in my arms and stared at the falling rain outside the window.
1 1, looming eyebrows, eyes like anger and joy, delicate nose, cherry lips that are not red, skin like fat, cheeks like powder, and a graceful waist leaning against the carved wooden fence of Shuige. In the water, the beauty of the countryside is vaguely illusory.
12, I saw Jia's green onions, exotic flowers and exotic grasses in full bloom, and the area was clean, pouring out from the depths of flowers and trees under the stone crevice. A few more steps, and gradually to the north, flat and wide, flying on both sides of the building, carved and embroidered thresholds, all hidden in the branches of the ravine.
6. Xu Zhimo's poem "Spring Traces" Xu Zhimo's "Daphne-Spring" got up early in the morning, took a shower, and stood in front of the white paint mirror to arrange his bow tie.
The morning light leaking from the window screen is falling on his neat black hair, like a first-class flexible Wu Jin. His thin cheeks were faintly stained with the bright red since early spring, and his long, slender, densely embroidered eyes still contained the infinite spring in his dreams, which further inspired his habit of narcissus self-pity and looked at himself in the mirror with suspicion.
His round and pointed eyes are as black as his hair. In the process of clearing profits, he showed some melancholy and thirst, like a green autumn mountain covered with a few traces of fog and purple. He is twenty-three years old. He has been in Japan for three months, and he has only moved to this provincial flower museum for three days.
With his natural talent, he wanted to grow a pair of white feathers on his shoulders from an early age, watching the beautiful sunset glow, the tired spring clouds, the crystal clear autumn, flying away, flying in the clouds, flying out of the sky, listening to the songs of larks, listening to the water music of Tianhe and watching the dance of stars. That is his fantasy, and it is also the fantasy of most teenagers who have not learned the harsh lessons of life.
But the hammer with rough reality has already shattered his ideal crystal ball, and the humble dust of reality has already covered his white hope. His head won't come back from the clouds, and his feet have been stuck in the mud.
He went to the window and opened it, only to feel a strong fragrance, which penetrated the depths of Fu Ling. It turns out that the yard downstairs is full of Daphne flowers. Those little sisters-in-law with purple clothes and white hair, exposed to the dew and the warmth of spring, can't sing aloud, but also dance against the gentle breeze with the fragrance accumulated in their hearts and spit deeply. Sang Baofeng, three miles away, just happily immersed in the warm sunshine in the morning.
Yi stood by the window alone, pondering the longing for spring, put his hands in his trouser pockets, slightly bent his left knee, clenched his reddish lower lip, exhaled deeply, turned to hide his face and whispered, but unfortunately, there was nowhere to find all kinds of customs! Following his singing, I heard the doorbell on the bamboo fence making a loud noise, and then the postman shouted in a late voice, "Post!" " "At that time, the Hua Teng leaves of vines of various colors on the fence trembled like light waves, and Xinyan's whisper in the white-leaved tree stopped because of the bell. The lady came upstairs with a beautiful letter in her hand and said to Yi, "This gentleman is so lucky that you have such a beautiful gift every day." Then she handed the letter to him.
This is really a beautiful gift. This one is more elegant than yesterday's, and the words written on it are more charming. When I saw her unique signature, as thin as a swallow's tail and as thin as a plum blossom, I immediately thought of her graceful image, sweet voice, and then a feeling of reunion. I couldn't help bursting the nerves of my limbs and bursting out some coolness. He came to a god and inadvertently sent the fragrance in his hand to his lips. He only felt that Lan Xin was full of words, and he didn't know whether the fragrance was in the movie or in the words. -He was fascinated.
A small but neat country road is lined with all kinds of trees, and the grass on the ground is dotted with little gold and silver flowers. On this early summer morning, there are few pedestrians on this road except milk trucks and vegetable baskets.
But when the bell rang, a brand-new bicycle turned out from the direction of Sangbaoshan, and a girl in a suit was sitting on it, about twenty years old. Her dark yellow hair was fluffy in the breeze and wrapped in a light blue ribbon.
She wore a summer dress with white gauze and lace, and her shoes and socks were all white. Her plump muscles, healthy complexion, agile limbs and happy expression just coincide with the natural and vigorous weather in early summer. On this quiet and flat road, she flies like a swallow in the shade of elm willow; Sometimes I bend down to the front cabinet, sometimes I spread my hands to try her newly invented posture, but sometimes I straighten her skirt with my hands, because the wind tip of Meng Lang often flips her skirt like a lotus leaf, revealing the secret of the lining.
The fragrance of grass and flowers, the sound of trees and birds all add a lot of cheerful scenery to her original cheerful mood-she is as beautiful and lively as a sika deer in the same mountain. The bike stopped in front of a fence full of vines and flowers. She leaned against the fence, brushed away the dust and hair, gently pressed the doorbell, pushed open the door, stood at the door and whispered, "Mrs. Huasheng, is mr. yi at home?" As he spoke, his heart kept beating, and there were small peach blossoms on his cheeks, which were dyed to the depth of the ice muscle.
At that time, the landlady was not at home and was idle upstairs. She heard it early and leaned out of the window. Seeing her, she seemed to feel the current and wanted to run down at once. But she then shouted; She also saw it: "Good morning, Teacher Yi. Please forgive me for interrupting. You don't have to go downstairs, and I won't come in. Today, because of the good weather, I came out early in the morning to ride a bike and walk on the sidewalk to find you. Can't you see I'm still breathing? How are you today? Oh, you can come early today if you like. Can you come after dinner? " Before she finished, she suddenly felt that her shoelaces were loose, so she bent down to tidy them up. The sun shone from behind her, pulling her into a long and round shadow. Her two belts were blown by the wind, only shaking her head in the shadow, just like a big snail, releasing the news of the accident of his tentacles detective.
"Very well, spring mark girl! ... I'll come early ... but why don't you come in and have a rest? ..... Aren't you tired of cycling? ..... "Spring Scar has tied her shoelaces, leaned against the bamboo fence, leaned against the back of the chair and replied with a smile:" Thank you, mr. yi, and I will go back. Warm your book, or you won't be able to answer it. Sir, clap your hands. " Gezhi simple smile. Her eyes are very small and there are no seams now.
As soon as she leaned over, she patted the gate and pushed her head in repeatedly; A tall vine flower was stuck on her white cheek. She glanced out of the window and looked at Yi with a stunned smile: "Goodbye, Yi!" " She did leave when the bell rang. Yifei seems to be rushing downstairs to look, only to see the traces of her car clearly carved on the loess road dotted with elm trees, a pile of white shirts in the distance, and a broken bell. She, she went.
Run away and wander outside the door for a while.