2, weeds diffuse yellow, new grave old friend. The phoenix song is broken and no longer crazy. Reed reeds are full of sadness, cicadas are sad and heartbroken
3. A year has passed. It was another rainy season and a drizzling evening. I met gardenias in a corner of the park near my home. At first, I smelled a fragrance, faint, faint and familiar, but I couldn't remember where I met, so I searched for it step by step and finally came to it. There is no spread, no etiquette, and no warning. It is like thinking that a peerless beauty suddenly appears in a twilight field, which makes people feel an unexpected surprise.
4. The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade disc, which is vast and breathtaking.
5. ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? Author: Mao Zedong
6. The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vastness, I saw the two poplars and pines standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze is swaying their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they look more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw the mottled setting sun hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette tree: Like a man with indomitable spirit, he entered my shutter.
7. I won't cut the sunset glow on the horizon for you, nor will I pick the stars in the night sky for you. Let's catch fireflies at dusk together, son. The evening clouds burned purple and slowly melted into the boundless twilight; The dazzling floret disappeared, leaving only its tall figure on the mountain. Look, there are several fireflies flying in the sky, one coming and the other coming, like a star, two stars, like stars with wings. I'll pull out an onion tube from the garden so that I can put some fireflies in it and let them shine softly. Son, I'll give you a green lamp. Put fireflies on your pillow, and I'll make up a fairy tale for you: It is said that there is a green dream in the summer night ... Author: Jinbo Source: Fireflies
8. Every time I walk alone, every parting intersection, I see one season after another, and I witness the vastness of one long night after another. The place I once met is no longer happy. Once that warm place, there is no longer a warm afterheat; Once lingering, lingering once, as if an ancient story is being interpreted, but the shadow of the story is lingering in the undiminished memory.
9, days old, and so on days old. Yong' an Changning, not seeing seven hardships, young white hair, so the imperial city. Years later, Tiansui City is still melancholy with high walls. The sun is bright and Changning Street is empty. Yong 'an Zhong is ringing at the gate. The poem sung by Baima boy in his dream has been in the distant starlight. The wish lit by a river lamp was initially staggered. Who said the oath and repeated it for the rest of his life? Wan Li collected dust and buried the moss and bones. The spring party will come again, and the road will be crowded with people. Don't forget the curtain call for many years. In the future, the city is still sad, the high wall is still old, the night is cool, Changning Street is empty, Yong 'an Bell is ringing again, and the time flies by. There will always be people clutching each other's palms in a hurry. Who cut off the time, stopped reading the picture, and knew each other the same way? In the end, it was a stranger. When spring came again, flowers came again, and loneliness came again, the footsteps were as gentle as before. Author: River Map Source: Days Years Old < P>1, that touch of sadness I stand in the nearest place to heaven. There is no light here, only endless vastness knocks familiar words to wake up the sleeping moon. That touch of sadness slips quietly. Loneliness applauds in my chest. Love stirs in my heart. The silent dialogue between the sky and the earth is translated into my endless watch for you. Planting Weibo's faith in the washed landscape, crawling up in the golden whisper, looking up at the weak moans and moldy sadness, I never felt hell and heaven at one glance. That was my original dream.