Don't look, just wait and see.
Love is between you and me.
Smile at each other, reluctant to part.
Love is in my heart.
Love is in my heart, but I can't open my mouth.
Love is in him.
Memories have no fragrance and endure expiration.
Love at night
The night is lonely and drunk, and the trance life is here.
Love in the morning
An inch of sunshine. Whitewash dreams.
A starry night sky
A starry night sky
I'm afraid it is too late. Can I kiss you with a gentle song …
I'm afraid you'll hide the flash I've always dreamed of …
Please allow me to miss you and chase your clouds …
Please forgive my fearless love for the watchers scattered on the ground …
I just want to dance with you …
The stars I miss every night …
Have you ever looked down at the dreary earth? ...
Don't dark clouds also cover your holiness? ...
Tao Jing Poetry Club
Lotus picking song
Shake, shake, shake,
Flowers float on the water with willow leaves.
Wind, blow, blow,
Irises chase you.
The wind is light and the clouds are floating.
Sunshine smiles with flowers,
The fish in the water are playing tricks.
Shake, shake, shake,
Go boating,
The waves are scouring.
Lotus leaf field,
Rongyu.
Low eyebrow drawing yarn,
Smile,
Sushou agricultural union
The most pitiful blush,
Half the sky.
Butterfly dance steps,
Turtledove sings,
Who is on the shore?
Youdou
Lotus smiles,
double up with laughter
Thin waist.
Lotus pickers,
Lotus boat,
Picking lotus again,
Fine jade controls lotus seeds,
Fight for lotus boat water and wet clothes.
Laugh and laugh.
In the middle of the water
Picking lotus and singing boat songs,
On the shore, I heard this song.
Three, three, five, five duets,
You are affectionate to me.
Lotus hid her face in the middle of the water,
Beauty hides a boat and is happy.
Shake, shake, shake,
Lily of the valley falls,
Birds return to their nests.
Blow, blow, blow,
A hair,
Pick the lotus!
The author's anthology of deciduous boats
I don't care how many people can
The language of "ignoring praise" comes from the Book of the Later Han Dynasty. It is said that once, Meng Min walked with Zan on his back and accidentally broke Zan. Meng Min walked on and never looked back. When Guo, a famous man at that time, saw this, he asked him: Meng Min replied, "Zan has.
Meng Min's courage and determination in the face of failure, as well as his natural and unrestrained manner, are really admirable. Imagine the people all over the street at that time, how many people would stop for him, and how many people would look at his back floating away. I think those who go to the market, even when they get home, will relish telling their anecdotes to their wives and children.
In fact, after careful consideration, most people can't be as handsome as Meng Min. At least we should look back and see that the rebuttal was broken. However, it is this irreparable wisdom that has just interpreted how many joys and sorrows in the world!
When a child breaks his beloved toy, he doesn't care what people say. He looked at the lost toy, wailed at it first, and then vented his lost pain. Emotional thinking is a child's nature.
In the face of irreparable love, how many days and nights will young people worry about it, toss and turn, relive the pain over and over again, until the efficacy of time is gradually exerted, such as reeling, moving a little bit to gather their minds. Of course, some people will be troubled by love all their lives. When an accident caused heavy loss of life, how many people made assumptions over and over again, and regretted the accident with thousands of assumptions, which made people doubly sad. In the latter two cases, reason is tortured by sensibility.
In the face of falling into mourning, we need both rational judgment and accurate judgment: the "mourning period" has indeed been broken and cannot be redeemed, and we need to give up emotionally. How many people are like Meng Min? Accurate and easy to judge; It's hard to give up
Chang Fei Huaiyuan Pavilion Anthology
Walking in the magic cloud
The publication of Harry Potter has brought us a wave of magic and a feast of imagination.
Author J.K. Rowling, it can be said that her life is full of troubles. When her daughter was three months old, her husband divorced her. She has to live in a small apartment without heating. This reminds me of the small room downstairs where Harry first lived in Harry Potter. It's gray every morning, which is caused by his cousin stomping downstairs. The dark and narrow room was also the living environment of Rowling at that time.
According to Rowling, she came up with the idea of creating this work when she saw a little wizard on the bus from Manchester to London. So, a thin black-haired boy with glasses and a lightning scar on his forehead jumped onto the paper. Rowling put Harry in a miserable situation: his parents died, he was bullied by his cousin's family, and he was helpless. Maybe she thought of her own experience. When she wrote her first novel, she had to go to a coffee shop with her daughter in winter because she had no job and no heating at home.
Hogwarts is an isolated place, full of mystery. There are wandering ghosts, ceilings that can change the weather, stairs that can be moved at any time ... everything is a living individual, spreading layer by layer, and building a complete framework. Every plot is like a gift box, which gives people unexpected surprises after opening. Among them, Harry has changed from a man with almost nothing to a legendary magician with many friends, and Rowling has changed from a poor single mother to a rich woman richer than the queen. Both of them have completed their own transformation.
Harry Potter pushed magic to a peak, and also gave readers a chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and experience childhood fantasies. And the book is full of positive energy, promoting justice and friendship. It can be said that it is a very good book, which people can't put it down and can't bear to read it in a hurry.
Walk in the magical clouds, bathe in the magical light, and let your heart fly freely. (Wang Yuqing)
Selected works by author Wang Yongqing.
Lose everything ...
Losing everything is not terrible. I'm afraid we can't resist memories.
Someone, once I loved you, thank you for not caring.
Someone, I like you, but it was only once. Thank you for your indifference, but also let me learn to find the waiting heart and find the original me.
You haven't taken the initiative to find me for a long time, and you haven't even sent a short message. Let's, let's just do it. That's it. I do not love you anymore.
No longer, I am moved by you. Thank you for your indifference, and I have learned not to care.
Will you, will you miss me as much as I miss you? ...
Distance lengthens the yearning, but blocks the meeting; Keep you away from me. People around you are gradually alienating, and I think it's time for you to go. Memories are just for memories.
Don't say I don't want to be lonely, because I've been lonely for a long time, don't say I'm not good at emotions, because you never belong to me, and don't say I give up easily. You didn't even give me a response. That's because of love, because of injustice, because of heartache. ...
No longer keep your message, and don't want to delete it;
No longer look back at our chat records over and over again;
Stop staring at your phone and waiting for your call;
No more QQ waiting for you all night;
Stop asking others about you everywhere;
I don't talk about my sadness with my friends anymore, because once I talk to them, it already means that I have decided to let you go.
You touched my heartstrings, but you never stopped for me. When I thought you were still here, you had already left. When you came back to me, I began to look for my own sky. Dear, I left you the best and best years, so I deserve you. Dear, my youth is limited, and I can't afford to wait all my life. Honey, make me proud once. This time, I don't want you.
I really love you when I love you, but I really don't love you when I don't.
Please don't doubt that once, I was willing to wait for you regardless, accompany you anytime and anywhere, watch you silently behind you, be happy for your happiness, and be sad for your sadness, although those emotions have nothing to do with me. ...
Waiting is not pain, but hopeless waiting. ...
I love you, but it was only once. Once, once ...
Once a lover, now a stranger.
Once love, now scars.
Once lingering, now the mud.
Once, once ...
I won't. There used to be.