In summer, you put beautiful peonies.
Comparable to the tranquility and sweetness of lotus.
Have a fever at noon.
And the brightness of dew on the blue plate at midnight.
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Combine femininity with masculinity.
On the morning of my twelfth birthday,
Not only the cold tenderness of the lotus,
And the richness of peony.
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The fire is beautiful and quiet,
In the hot summer,
As drunk as a fiddler,
Wake up in silence.
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The passion of fairy peony is unrestrained.
Lotus is like snow,
Quietly, quietly,
Lead an honest and clean life.
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Life is rich and powerful.
The king of natural flowers.
Life is noble and elegant,
Beautiful and graceful flower queen.
It's all in the summer gallery
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Osmanthus fragrans is not in bloom, and its fragrance is faint.
The evening breeze in July is beautiful,
Trees are green when they are cold.
Hard-working kindness and desolation at night,
Incense, diffuse from the moon palace,
Since ancient times.
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Gold, silver and star lights,
Open in the center of the wilderness.
The misunderstood Mrs. Brewmaster,
Pure, beautiful and auspicious flowers,
Let it bloom in Houde.
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A bodhisattva's heart to save suffering,
The desolation in his eyes,
The crimson color of the severed finger feels like God,
The laurel of the immortal in Wugang was given to Shangshan,
The Mid-Autumn Festival auspicious garden is full of flowers.
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Sweet clover moved from the Moon Palace to Ci,
Since then, the world has been fragrant everywhere.
That kind heart,
Cui is cooking the fragrance in the shade of trees.
Osmanthus fragrans is not blooming, but its fragrance is self-contained.
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Covetous selfishness can't live.
Maggie, you can't drive a Gui Xiang.
That is a noble chastity quality,
This is especially true of sublime beauty and kindness.
The flower language of the official career.
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Life is freehand.
Life is freehand brushwork,
This is a heavy brush stroke,
Or keep a low profile on fashion,
There are cheering passers-by
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Walking through the scenery in front of you,
What stands still is the blank space after a bunch of surprises.
Casual oil painting pigments,
Or intentional or unintentional ink painting.
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The lights are usually dim,
Not on purpose,
This is a free sketch,
The stroke in front of the pen determines the value.
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Lush green mountain ring,
Flowing water, rivers and streams,
The family of Banpo kingfisher,
A girl with long braids is singing a ditty by the stream.
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Just the scenery in the painting,
The reflection of the small bridge flowing water,
Have passers-by ever held hands,
Most of them are ribbon-cutting for incurable diseases.
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Sighing heavily in the rain at night,
There have been several times the joy of flowers before and after the month.
What is left is the loneliness of the house and the car.
How many kitchen chimneys don't complain about their fear of God?
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How many people paint this picture well,
Most of them are bland,
The scenery in this painting changes again and again.
What remains unchanged throughout the ages is to burn it and turn dust into mud.
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I was so busy that I forgot to say hello.
Finally, I can't even remember my face clearly.
Don't worry about where you will end up,
Enjoy the scenery in nature all the way.
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I send you my thoughts.
At dusk, I raise my glass to meditate,
Indulge in a midnight dream,
The cock crows at dawn,
Sprinkle hazy mist on the dancing leaves.
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I woke up in the crystal dew,
Illuminate every hair that flutters in the wind,
Wake up the sleeping lark,
Looking at the window lattice in ignorance.
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Whether it's raining or sunny today,
If it's sunny, I need the whole feather ready.
Greet the morning glow,
Chase your dreams towards the sun and reach the cliff.
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If it rains, the agreed teenager,
Can hold up a sky for me,
Or express umbrellas,
Let it take a wet blue ray.
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The wind seems to be laughing:
Xiangyan spread her wings to drive away the thick fog,
When will it rain?
Today is another sunny day!
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Don't rush the wind,
I send you my thoughts,
Just for the morning glow in the morning dew,
I waited for a long time at the intersection.
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Different parting
Your departure
It is the season when peonies are in full bloom.
Parting,
Deep feelings like flowers still fill my heart.
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Hands raised by the bridge
Keep watching,
I can't say goodbye,
Spinning in the misty eyes.
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The sun is golden,
The dew in my eyes keeps flashing,
Whether the RV is overloaded or distracted,
The figure drifted away with the obsessed butterfly.
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Long ponytail
The red rock in front of the Ji Le Building,
Is there a piece of writing paper,
Nostalgia for the past.
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The umbrella in the corner,
And the true feelings flowing under the umbrella.
Once the oath is still in my ear,
Your departure is so free and easy.
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I put away two umbrellas,
Still looking forward to rainy days.
Meet the fate of meeting again
It can also hold up a sky for you.
Original author: ostrich (Yue Long blue sky)
-It's done.