Winter has its purpose,
Cold is like a flower,-
The flowers smell fragrant and there are memories in winter.
The shadow of dead branches is thin and smoky,
Drag a pen by the window in the afternoon;
In the cold, the sun is weak and gradually inclines. ...
(That's it) suddenly.
Speak like a guest
I sipped my tea silently.
A peach blossom
Peach blossom,
The purple of that tree,
Like a sentence said by Chun;
The dewdrops are delicate and charming,
There are some.
Exquisite writing,
Light caused by lobes,
More.
Breathe gently and evenly;
With a smile,
Intentionally or unintentionally,
Full of expectations for life.
Look,-
That tremor is in the breeze,
She froze again, weakly,
On the thin lips of March,
At first glance,
A glimpse of sentimental traces!
prefer
I'd rather be a fallen leaf,
Let the rain fall everywhere;
Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky,
No longer connected with the earth.
But grab that sad sign,
To touch the disappointment that has not landed;
Twilight, night shift, tiptoe,
Everything is empty, without tenderness;
Forget the existence of this world; Have you;
Mourn for those who have loved;
Falling like a fallen flower, forgetting to go.
The emotion in these tears.
Nothing will be left until that day comes,
Less than an instant, a gust of wind.
Trace, you have to forget me, too
I live in this world.
You are an April day on earth.
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
Don't abandon
Don't abandon
This passion of the past,
Flowing like running water
soft
.
Under the cool and quiet fountain,
In the dead of night, on the mountain covered with pine and cypress,
Vague as a sigh,
You still have to keep it true!
.
The moon is still so bright;
The lights on the other side of the mountain give the same light,
There are stars all over the sky, but I don't know where you are.
It seems that you are hanging on it like a dream.
.
You want to go back to that night
That sentence-you still have to believe it.
Put it in the valley
There's an echo
still
You stretch out into the clear sky like a lake,
White clouds are like a first-class cold current, clarifying,
Let me follow Lin 'an to explore your fountain;
I still have all kinds of doubts.
Every reflection of you!
You spread like a thousand petals!
Fairy face is every petal of yours, which is more fragrant.
The warm and attractive smell of flowers, accompanied by a cool evening:
I said flowers, this is a trick of spring.
To steal someone's infatuation!
You learn from books whose leaves are blowing in the wind,
Reveal every thought: every corner of your mind,
Your eyes looked at me, and I kept talking:
But I still didn't answer, and there was silence.
Embrace my soul forever.
time
The seasons of the world are always changing.
In spring, you left many red traces, saying goodbye gently,
I don't want to sigh autumn with anyone when I come back!
Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds are lost.
In the distance, there is only a gray sky left.
Completely lonely, you can't stand listening to the cold wind alone?
laugh
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Days after rain
I like this rainy day,
The plain is covered with grass!
My heart is always floating in the wind,
The wind blows:
Blow away vanilla, fallen leaves,
Blow away a cloud, like smoke-
Like smoke.