Worries are woven
Winter is getting farther and farther away, and a little heart is still watching in the depths of snow and dreams. The Zen between the snow and the plum shakes off a few spring scenery and confuses the disordered thoughts.
Or, the butterfly with extraordinary imagination has already woken up from the sleeping dream of the thread-bound book. Sucking the wings and feathers of the dew, shining with the aftertaste of warm sunshine. At that moment, I realized the pity of the wind.
A bleak image, hopelessly looking and searching, the Zen machine of freedom and wandering, how many thoughts and dreams do you have? It's just a short and eternal life of its own.
I'm at a loss
Days are wandering around her chariot full of flowers and fame, and the longing that once filled the air in the dream of teenagers no longer appears. Those beauties that stopped in the graceful and gentle flowers don't know when to park in the lost harbor.
a kind of color and light reflect, confusing eyes.
The colors of the rolling world are gorgeous, and the soft heart can't bear the sad situation. When the wind is calm, the dream combs the deep, shallow and vague imprint of life alone.
dusty dreams are misty, and old and new dreams still linger.
a lot of worries are stranded by desolation.
many lies are covered by beauty.
I am the only one, and I am still tired of the disorderly whimsy and lonely lights, showing a pale smile in the dreamless place.
A leaf falls red and dies in the autumn wind, and snowflakes wander among the plums. The shore of the years and the heart with faint meaning still dream of colorful dreams, but this long and tortuous road, many times of longing, turns into wordless pain.
or, memory is just a wave in the long river of time, either bright, dark, hidden or present, which pulls open the curtain that covers the heart and never migrates, and sticks to the whole palace of the heart.
silent, speechless.
imagine the rain that has been circulating for a long time in the artistic conception, the trembling feelings and the thin soul, under the damp eaves, eager and explosive.
time is like water!
it's like a dream! Prose with no trace of spring dream 2
It's a cool autumn. When the leaves fall, the seasonal cycle is already deep in autumn.
I always like bright and quiet autumn. I like the tranquility and clarity of autumn, and I like the gorgeous melody of autumn full of colorful vicissitudes. I like Wang Bo's artistic conception of "Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei, Autumn Water * * * The sky is the same color"! The flowers in spring are like flowers, and the tenderness in summer is like fire, which is not as intoxicating as the autumn scenery in front of us. "A crane in a clear sky rows clouds, which leads to poetry." In Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems, I read the poetic meaning of autumn. The alternation of seasons, the charm of willows and the bustling noise of green grass are not as beautiful as the moment when autumn leaves fly down. FK
in the season of osmanthus fragrance, stroll through the quiet forest path covered with mountains and mountains. The forest at the top of your eyes is dyed to read the autumn rhyme. To understand the coolness, quiet beauty, splendor and quietness of autumn ... Cao Pi sighed in "Yan Ge Xing" that "the autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold, and the vegetation is exposed to frost", and used euphemistic pen to show a beautiful autumn color map: the autumn wind is bleak, the vegetation is scattered, the white dew is frost, and migratory birds fly south ... Deep in time, autumn is thick. Under the blue sky like water washing, those fragrant memories when the autumn wind rises fly like dead butterflies. The barren world of mortals is littered with endless leaves, leaving only a desolate place.
Lin Huiyin said: "On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful flowers, covered with emotional flowers, unfolding namelessly. When the residual red is gone, who knows, what kind of loneliness should this graceful demeanour interpret beauty? " Counting the autumn poems in detail, there are "blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves." The mountains reflect the beautiful scenery of the setting sun and the water, the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the setting sun. There is a "buttonwood tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave love." A leaf, a sound, an empty step drops to the Ming Dynasty ... Do you know the wonderful artistic conception of the poet Jia Dao's "Autumn wind gives birth to Wei River, and leaves are full of Chang 'an"? FK
Enjoy a song "Whispering in Autumn" in the dim light. In the season of osmanthus fragrance, it is always easy to let an impetuous heart settle down! Music flows slowly and quietly in the heart like a clear spring. In this pleasant autumn, it is so elegant and cozy ...
The ray of sunshine in the air is as warm as a faint memory in my heart. Deep in my memory, it is a romantic autumn scenery far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. The faint sadness of this season spreads wantonly in every corner. Do you know? The green' words have been piling up your figure. Do you know? Xiao Sheng on the Phoenix Stage is playing because of you ...
Autumn is thin and cool, and the autumn moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard can't lock the deep attachment of the world of mortals, and can't lock the warmth in the faint memory of the world of mortals. Quiet thoughts are full of autumn. Looking back at the first season, the grass grows and the warblers fly, leaving only depression everywhere. Falling red and rustling gently dance with the autumn wind, and the warmth and lingering remain in the softest place in my heart. The footsteps knocking on the rain lane in my memory are drifting away, as if autumn leaves were falling! Those falling pieces are close at hand, but they are close at hand, such as the end of the world. The past, which is intoxicating and touching, instantly disappears into the world of mortals. Do you know that from now on, it's like the end of the world?
The autumn moon is just right. Let's raise a glass to invite the moon. Facing the bleak autumn, through the thousand-year memory, listen to the original sound of the waves! In the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, the old withered branches at the corner of the cloister have already been covered with fallen leaves. Autumn is strong here, which warms a warm memory ... Prose with no trace of spring dream 3
Cloudy dream with no trace, lingering thoughts, lingering fragrance of the moon, fluttering butterflies lightly, sailing in the wind,
Relaxing thoughts lightly tonight, dreaming quietly in the small building last night,
Flowers are like dreams, and I am sad about drizzling rain, <
The pool is full of flowers and dew, and the green radish powder is still drunk.
The boat is full of songs, and it is warm and easy to swim with your heart.
You can't bear to blow away the floating rhyme of the core, and flying lightly is the fragrance of the soul.
White sails are floating, and the words are elegant and dreamy.
Zhang Xin's sea breeze blows gently, and the words are fragrant and mellow.
The heart ripples and waves flute. The fragrance of the moon hangs over the shutter,
butterflies are dancing lightly, and the ancient fragrant sails ride the wind to escape.
The dream of spring is full of fragrance, and the lotus dream is drunk.
Tea v. Furong Fang, which is endowed with a hundred flowers rhyme, is fragrant and mellow,
Drunk and fragrant lotus dream, and tea v. Furong Fang, which is endowed with a hundred flowers rhyme,
It is mellow and mellow. Wen Wan recalled,
the dream was tactful, smiling, blushing, lonely and sad,
the dream of spring was traceless, the dream of the moon was dreamy, letting go of thoughts, quiet and peaceful,
the dream of the moon was dreamy, the butterfly was dancing, Qian Shan was full of water, and its wings were flying high,
the dream of spring was traceless, and the past was like smoke, indifferent and gentle. Smiling, blushing, lonely and sad,
a message. Touching the piano and playing the strings, the heartstrings tell China, the dream is a curtain, and
the curtain falls lightly. The past is like a dream, and the running water is far away, and we will never abandon it.
Come into my dream, join hands with * * *, and come into my poem, and accompany each other.
Spring dream is traceless, wheatgrass is blooming and fragrant. On this beautiful night, I let go of my thoughts, feel quiet and peaceful, quietly fall asleep, the sun is shining in the morning, the dream is traceless, I swing my sails, the fragrance is overflowing, and I wander around the gentle harbor .......
Spring dream is traceless, and I feel relaxed and carefree tonight, and the moon is quiet and gloomy, and I am in a small building. Refers to flicking, playing string sounds, and string-string ensemble telling the heart. It coincides with the moment when the peach blossoms are beautiful, the clouds and water are full of dreams, the apricot blossoms and butterflies are dancing, the beads are round and jade, and the dreams are drunk, and the spring dreams are seamless, dancing and playing strings.
There is no trace of spring dream, and the moon hangs in a quiet dream, sighing for the moment, Qian Shan is full of water, spreading its wings high, cherishing each other's hearts, leaving, complaining about feelings frequently on plain notes, and Hongyan is dreaming of returning home. Hua Meng is full of flowers and thoughts, and the Buddha is at ease. A song before the flower condenses tears, and the heart is an old dream. The leisurely breeze flowers are charming, swaying and dancing softly.
Spring dreams look across the horizon without trace, flowers are like dreams, and they are sad about drizzling rain. For whom there is no return, and for whom there are tears? The wind blows gently, the night is quiet, the xiao yue is cold, and the lonely lamp is hard to sleep. Rolling bead curtain, candlelight shaking, sighing in the past, looking back and thinking about the rhyme, leaving sorrow, melancholy, endless thoughts, but sending the clear sorrow to a dream, swaying, rolling sorrow, and dreaming back for a thousand years. Lotus rhyme is full of spring scenery, and Bichi is full of moonlight. The fragrance is fragrant and graceful, and the dance is graceful.
The dream of spring is traceless, the sense of spring is bleak and sad, it is cool and chilly for several days, the pool is full of flowers and dew, and the radish powder is still drunk. I can't bear to blow away the floating rhyme, and flying lightly is a fragrant soul. At present, the spring is dim, the night is deep, the stars are bright and xiao yue is cold. The solitary lamp hangs down the bead curtain, the silk plays the light string, leaning against the window, holding my thoughts, thinking deeply, the world of mortals dreaming around my heart, frowning, unable to recall, and always hating the sky.
The dream of spring has no trace. Who knows Chan Juan nowadays? There is no trace of dreams, and the curtain rolls west and hates the sky. I don't feel that another year has passed, and I think about the string and continue to dream. This time, why worry? Looking at the horizon, dreams are hard to hold. Get together in a hurry to review the room. Drunk hand in hand, heart connected, red incense broke the curtain of Hua Meng, may I ask the meaning of Dongfeng? Spring is near, I want to be ashamed, peach blossoms are blooming, pink-faced beauties are smiling and smiling, and I am so shy. Where can I cross the fragrant boat?
The dream of spring is traceless, the incense burner is Ran Ran, the Zen mind is good, and the quiet time is fading. Old people's wishes, love words are continuous. Drunkenness is shallow, water waves are horizontal, and eyes are charming. By the fragrant boat, Yuanyang is full of warmth, and Shui Yunjian is drunk.
There is no trace of the spring dream. At present, I think about the moon without thinking about it. Holding hands, there is no trace of spring dreams, and dreams are lingering. Tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, walking with dreams, pear blossoms rippling, singing softly and playing stringed instruments, and the paradise in the world reproduces ...........'s spring dreams without trace, the past is like smoke, indifferent to water, gentle memories and quiet dreams tactfully. Smile and smile, rosy clouds dye your face. Lonely and sad, send a message. Fu Qin plays the strings, the heartstrings tell the Chinese New Year, and the dream is a curtain, which falls lightly. The past is like a dream, and the water is far away, never leaving, and accompanying each other.
The spring dream is traceless, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the hanging moon is as cold as a hook. The beautiful woman meditates and is fragrant, and she falls in love day and night. My heart is bright, and my thoughts are flying for nine days. Long thoughts, when to rest? As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, a piece of ice congeals a jade lake, and I dream of going to Lanzhou, wandering around and thinking about the world of mortals, hand in hand with each other day and night, and dreaming of a thousand miles.
The spring dream is traceless. In a beautiful world, the warmth and romance are sublimated because of being moved. Playing the heartstrings with my heart, I hear the beautiful sound, that is, my heart is rippling in the sea, and I hear the most beautiful voice in the world ...
The spring dream is traceless, and the feelings are like the sea when I look back, and the past is like clouds. Playing flute songs is euphemistic, and alcohol enters the sorrow. The dream is drunk and traceless, the moon is hazy and veiled, and I get my hands on Mofang's condensate roll, and the dream of Bihu is quiet and peaceful.
The dream of spring is traceless, and my thoughts linger with memories, and the flowers fly, smiling and smiling. Looking back at the Millennium, the clouds are dreaming, playing heartstrings in each other's hearts. Shui Yunjian is lightly fragrant, flying flowers are dancing and elegant, and the years are like water and ink.
The spring breeze bathes the heart and warms the heart. The quiet moon hangs the curtain and sings the flowers. A fragrant blossom floats lightly in the middle of the running water.
The spring dream is traceless. The moon is in the clouds in yao si, and the imagination is full of flowers. Qiong Lou is full of gloom, with faint fragrance and comfortable sleeves.
The spring dream is traceless, a fragrant flower, floating lightly in the middle of the running water, which is your gentle dream. With a dreamy fragrance, I enjoy it under the moon, just like tasting a classic poem. The moon hangs down the curtain and the willows sing on the shore. Tonight, the dream is fading, and I sing with a plain scroll, and the gorgeous music gracefully cleanses the fragrance. Poetry of the soul, like a trickling spring, is a chapter that keeps surging in the heart ...
Spring dreams are traceless, and enter my dreams, hand in hand with * * * to go to the clouds and water, and enter my poems, and colorful butterflies dance among the flowers. The fragrant boat carries a dream, and * * * goes to Lanzhou. The sea of hearts ripples, the flute is melodious, the sea of bamboo ripples, the dream is elegant, the book is wandering, and the words are fragrant and mellow. Dreams continue for thousands of years, and the words of the heart are condensed, and a curtain of dreams is full of light gauze, and the curtains are fragrant and fragrant, and the dreams are carried around for thousands of years!
The dream of spring is traceless, the boat is full of songs, and the heart is full of warmth and relaxation, which is a wonderful time. In the distance of dreams, white sails are floating, the warm sea breeze is blowing gently, and Shui Yunjian dreams peacefully, and a gentle song is surging in his heart. ..