It doesn't last long by the name of the island.
Was dug up and exposed to the sun day and night.
The roar of the earth, the roar of the waves
Prisoners groaning under the sky
The direction of waves is irregular.
Usually the flow in the opposite direction is more powerful.
Bones support the body.
An endless behemoth.
You nailed the sea firmly in place.
It's hard to be blown away by the strong wind.
Where is the destination?
Imagination cannot be measured by the height of the sky and the width of the sea.
Fingers locked, weird shape.
The bell pot that tracks the reef clings to the belly of the sunset.
Birds measure your territory by crossing.
Boundless falling wood fills the groove.
The season begins to fake, and the petals burn the midnight oil.
If you want to look at the sea, the green trees must stand higher.
The fate of the island is the fate of the ocean.
A wonderful flower, a drift bottle, sunset
Began to collapse, but the island didn't end.
Carrying the blue sky, we also have it.
A deep sea that can never be reached.
A glance out of the window.
Look out of the window through the cracks in the building.
I saw a lake, which I could just cross.
Enough to melt the morning sky. The earth hangs low.
Wet and cold, like a hand in the water.
Like a baby in a diaper.
On the lake, countless mornings accompany you to grow up.
Blue, silver and sky blue.
Cooling and heating
The dark road has finally been polished.
When we came here, there was no road ahead.
I only remember that the world of lilacs was lifted above my head by the sea.
Thousands of troops rushed to the beach like broken silver.
This island is the only command organ.
At this point, the pulp sinks to the bottom.
The sound of rushing in blood resounded through the sky.
The world is reflected in the white of lilacs.
There is still a trace of morning drowsiness in the cerebral cortex.
To cross, cross at this time, cross the lake.
I also spent the morning sky and the pain of living.
A happy death. Cut off a clove branch.
There must be fresh blood flowing out.
This is an excellent opportunity to enjoy it.
Don't let the beauty across the street down.
If beauty is a sin, we
I can only hold back the huge waves and close my eyes.
Ming tombs.
White clouds stay above our heads for a long time, full of affection and longing.
Occasionally there will be a hint of coolness.
From dismounting to your collapse.
Stone door, sloping roof
Stone lions, statues and camels on both sides of Shinto.
Strange monsters are locked in there.
A tie is over 600 years old.
People can't find the entrance to the underground palace.
Fangcheng, Minglou, Baocheng and Baoding are just like budding.
Jump off a branch
White clouds gradually turned into dark clouds.
I began to worry that they would collapse like a rainstorm.
The flowers on the earth are in full bloom, and I am more worried.
Will they go out in the collapsed rainstorm?
Climbing the stairs, the breeze in founding ceremony
Blowing, the sky is still the sky at that time.
The mountain is green, like a damp palace mural.
The valley seems to be a blower.
Just like a flower that has escaped the storm safely.
Ancient forests don't burst in lightning.
At this time, the world is safe, hiding in Dulong House.
It is safe to play with the emperor under Mount Everest.
Mochou Lake expresses feelings.
Simulate an amorous beauty into a lake.
Not only in the bright spring.
For 600 years, the wet lake began to show the spirit of the king.
March warbler contains a beautiful soul.
Be shrouded in spring
The Zhu door of the Shengqi Building was replaced by aluminum alloy and glass.
Herons and birds are flying on the island in the middle of the lake.
At the moment, I can't see Wang Xie of the Six Dynasties.
In the past days, Yan never left any beautiful images in front of the hall.
I can't imagine it.
Therefore, I can't leave any ripples in my heart.
If we turn this into a trip,
Instead of messing up the existing life.
This also provides me with a reason to be glad that you came.
If we can provide a broader vision.
Or brighter spring.
That would be a better ending.
Lots of sunshine, lots of shade, lots of comfort.
This will only fuel my momentary greed.
It is enough to love the lakes, birds and trees here.
The historical rings grow on the shore of the lake.
Like my visit and the breeze's visit.
Immersed in this state of mind, only you know.
I like inner forbearance and happiness.
Fleeing leaves
Fallen leaves, this sacred thing taken away by autumn.
They will bloom again on the balcony of the city.
They want to swim across the sea.
Want your roses to come back from the desert?
This is just the part that fate cares about.
Most of them are on the run.
Haggard, teeth falling off, hair falling off.
Frozen pheasants also sympathize with them.
It uses two feathers as delicate silk fabrics.
The scenery in the distance is poetic, and the sky is as blue as the sea.
Melt the chain and cast it into a silver needle
Weave a long journey into a golden thread
The fugitive has no legs, even if it is similar to
The weak mosquito has no legs.
However, as long as the silver needle is combined with the gold thread,
You will sew a rainbow on the horizon.