Listening to birds singing melodiously and moving, singing everything in the world, you will cry sadly. Provoked a man to follow, even sighing that his singing was sweet and the scenery was pleasant. However, it is not a good time to stop, but a sandbar in the water.
What aspect of the sacred land makes a gentleman linger? Yuanyuan is a country woman.
Take a closer look at its description: flowers are like jade hibiscus cheeks, the eyebrows will relax, the pulse will melt into peach eyes, and the lips will be lovely. A pair of delicate hands, looking for shepherd's purse in the water. He sometimes giggles and combs his hair and temples to make men intoxicated. I forgot that moment.
It was not until the woman floated away by boat that the man felt that the sun had set. Cover your things, pack your things and say goodbye to this woman here and here.
Since then, the man hasn't slept at night. Walking in the yard every night, watching the stars, the moon and pigeons.
Where are you from? It was the euphemistic voice that attracted him to meet such a beautiful woman.
Every time I read a book in the middle of the night, I suddenly see that woman smiling frequently. I want to sleep in bed, but when I close my eyes, my delicate hands are stroking the waves in the lake.
He also talked about his great ambition and fame. Now, it's just a strange woman bothering people with lofty ideals. I just want to cross the boat with that beautiful woman, write poems and lyrics under the moonlight and starlight, and sing softly on the rippling water waves. Or both of them dipped in water to find shepherd's purse, or beat gongs and drums to play music, Lang Gankun, in exchange for a beautiful woman's gentle smile, won the love of lovers.
But, think about it, is it familiar? The difficult thing is to get to know women again and catch up with current events.
In the morning, the sky is just a little pale.
The morning dew in late autumn was frozen by the cold wind of Thurso, and it was particularly white.
On the lake, the reed flowers float, sometimes rising in the autumn wind, and sometimes falling on the water, which can't stimulate ripples, but they are helplessly stained with autumn water.
On the shore, there was a man standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake covered by reeds, indifferent and lifeless, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.
On the other side, outside the reeds, there is a house, shallow tiles and faint walls. Against the backdrop of dancing reeds, there is also a little out-of-touch taste. Maybe there is a graceful woman who is also out of touch in this house. She may not know that there is an infatuated person on the other side who is willing to protect her for the rest of her life at this moment when the reeds are flying and the silver frost is condensed into a bleak season.
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the middle of the water, are unpredictable.
There are so many reeds floating gracefully in the wind, stretching their slender waist. Large areas of frost gradually melted into shallow dew, and the fog rose. He still stood there, with no other expressions and no other movements. In his brow, he showed firmness.
The house on the other side became fainter in the darkness, like a mirage, and it was a real dream. She is in a dream, but does she know?
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are very close, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight.
The sun has revealed its face, and reeds are enjoying the warm touch in the sun. The fog gradually dispersed, the morning dew was slightly dry, and the water was still hazy. He still stood like that, his bright and clear eyes still staring at each other. The graceful figure under the reed seems to flash a trace of sadness.
And she, standing in the autumn wind, with long black hair floating like a reed flower, looked at the lake in Xue Hai like a dancing reed flower, but never saw those eyes and those regrets again. ...
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are not far apart, but always miss each other. ...
At sunset.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
He was still standing there, but the shadow on the other side disappeared.
"It's evening, it's time to see the scenery." A faint voice came from behind him. He suddenly turned around and she turned around. She left before he could pour out his love. ...
He was disappointed to see her leave. ...
He and she are always separated by a lake!
He left silently.
However, he forgot to take his heart with him. His heart is always on the other side.
She is the most beautiful scenery in his heart, the season when reed flowers are flying, and one is heartbroken.
3. Guan Ju was rewritten as a 300-word composition, and Wei Jia was rewritten as a 300-word composition "Guan Guan, Guan Guan. . . "
The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in my ears again. The rippling lake is more charming under the wind.
Just like her.
Beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking the water with the current, delicate hands in the evening. She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused. I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart. For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her. But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate. And I am not qualified to accompany her, but I want to leave this heartbreaking place alone. . Thought of here, a sadness welled up in my heart, untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo song "Beauty Pity". I want to vent my depression, but it's hard to restrain my admiration. At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?"
I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Can you play another song, son?"
"Ask the girl for advice."
After more than ten days, every day at sunset, I would always sit by the lake and play for her as she walked past the leek, and she began to sing along with the melody. Waterbirds croak, water shepherd's purse shakes with the wind, and songs and songs echo on the lake. . I suddenly found this place more beautiful and hopeful than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, for her who had been circulated in leeks and for Iraqis far away. . ..
Jianjia
In the early morning, crystal dew dotted the white reeds by the river, and a figure hid in the darkness. When you look back and smile, it immediately causes my endless lovesickness. Weak water 3 thousand, I only take a ladle of drink, will you give me that chance again? Honey, do you remember the first time we met? Although you stand on the other side of the water, it is not difficult to remind me of your infinite reverie. A turn made me marvel at your difference. "To compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup." I think so, too, but good things tend to be shattered. Suddenly you disappeared from my eyes, leaving only the smell of rouge on your body in the air. I have to look for your beautiful image among the reeds. I want to swim against the current, but I see the danger and long journey, and you seem to be in the middle of the water. The reeds are still so lush, and the dew is still not dispersed. The difference is that you stand on the riverbank and smile at me, which makes me intoxicated. If missing is a mistake, I am willing to be wrong forever, just because the beauty is as jade.
Sauvignon Blanc, I remember my face. I was full of you on the way home. Your smile is deeply imprinted in my heart. Without you, time is like winter without spring. Without you, my four seasons are only winter. I don't regret that my belt has widened. I am haggard for Iraq. I have almost nothing to do except miss you. It was only by chance that I fell into it. I am determined to give you a promise: we will be together forever!
You are still fascinated, hiding by the reed river with me. The dancing reeds make me confused. Maybe God already knows my mind, and you passed me with a reed. Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I only got a brush in this life. Since you and I missed so many times in my last life, how can we give up easily in this life? I ache for love, and I suffer for love. I only care about you, so let reed become a symbol between us. Your token pierces my heart, but it also reveals your loneliness. I want to hold you tight and hold you in my arms. I don't want a vigorous loved one. I just want us to care about each other. Do you know how surprised I was when you shyly gave me the reed? The reeds dancing in the wind gave us happiness, but you ran away in shame. Your shyness touched my heart. I know you can't escape, and we don't have to be separated from each other on both sides of the strait, because the happiness of "holding your hand and growing old with your son" between us has just begun!
It may be necessary to cut some, I hope it will help you.
4. In the present text of Guan Ju or Jian Jia, Guan Ju or Jian Jia was changed into the present text or Jian Jia. The reeds are desolate, clear and frosty. Only she is swaying in the heart lake. However, the road goes down the river and the mountains follow. The reeds on the boulder are lush, and the ripples in the heart lake are crystal clear. She is the only one who strolls leisurely along the waterfront and follows each other upstream. However, Panshan Road went downstream, but the sandbar was lonely and hurt the pigeons written by Guan Yu. Ideal for young people. Rugged shepherd's purse flows from left to right. My fair lady, welcome. -Long and short fresh shepherd's purse, harvested on both sides. Kind and beautiful girl, who wants to pursue all day. I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. I tossed and turned. Pick with both hands. Kind and beautiful girl, playing the piano and harp to show her love. Uneven leeks, left and right. My Fair Lady, Bell and Drum Music. -Long and short fresh leeks, carefully selected on both sides. Kind and beautiful girl, Bell smiled at her.
5. Rewrite the 300-word composition "Guan Guan, Guan Guan". . . "
The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in my ears again. The rippling lake is more charming under the wind.
Just like her.
Beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking the water with the current, delicate hands in the evening. She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused. I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart. For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her. But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate. And I am not qualified to accompany her, but I want to leave this heartbreaking place alone. . Thought of here, a sadness welled up in my heart, untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo song "Beauty Pity". I want to vent my depression, but it's hard to restrain my admiration. At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?"
I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Can you play another song, son?"
"Ask the girl for advice."
After more than ten days, every day at sunset, I would always sit by the lake and play for her as she walked past the leek, and she began to sing along with the melody. Waterbirds croak, water shepherd's purse shakes with the wind, and songs and songs echo on the lake. . I suddenly found this place more beautiful and hopeful than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, for her who had been circulated in leeks and for Iraqis far away. . ..