2. Standing outdoors, take a breath gently, and a mass of white fog is wrapped in a warm curl and lifted off, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and merging into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that had just been ignited was shattered and disappeared quietly, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Small oars grow into a big tree.
At this time, the lotus in the pond and the leaves in summer are only dry stems and leaves. I have long lost the charm of displaying pearls. The cold wind is swaying and the dead leaves are dying, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for today's decline. If there is another cold rain, it will make the flowers fall even worse, which means that Li Yishan has left the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
The mountains in the south are not as tall and majestic as those in the north. In winter, they lost their former smoothness, leaving a slightly gray figure, standing quietly between heaven and earth, silently guarding the silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with boundless white, then a magnificent picture will appear and there will be new hope between mountains. Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on a mound.
Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the natural moat in the past, and the riverbank where waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now a stagnant pool. The river seems to have solidified, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
6. Yes, winter in the south can only be described as dead silence and lifeless. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything and takes away their vitality bit by bit.
7. I'm leaving-leaving my parents, brothers and all my dear people. Although it is a short time, I already feel very sad. If you can think of a warm and loyal friend overseas in Wan Li, in windy morning and rainy evening, in annoying and sad weather, at his father's mother's knees, in his sister's lines, you can't enjoy such rich blessings alone, and your innocent pity glance gives me great happiness and comfort from the spirit of the universe!
8. Love is on the right, sympathy is on the left, walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing and flowering at any time, making this a long distance.
Under the ornament of seasonal flowers, pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves do not feel pain, tears are about to fall, and they do not feel sad.
The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, from the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle.
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.