There are four seasons in a year, each with a different view, and I like the magnificent view in winter when it snows the most. In winter, the snow flies people seem to come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of the pine, the snow of the ice fragrance, giving a kind of cool and soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk, deep cut, as if there are a thousand emotions, and like the sea is generally turbulent, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like a sense of nakedness. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage ......
Snow in the scenery is magnificent and incomparable, between heaven and earth is colorful, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, the agar branches and jade leaves, powdered jade masonry, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene.
I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter. Winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope. Spring discovery
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Spring, is a season full of vitality, but also a beautiful season, this year's spring, like a graceful and mischievous little girl deliberately came. A year's plan is in the spring, the spring breeze blew, everything is revived, hardworking people in order to harvest fruitful in the fall, is busy plowing and sowing, sowed the seeds of hope.
While, spring his first footsteps, always set foot in the city in the cold still exist in the earth and the earth. However, it makes the glacier broken, so that everything stretch to become soft, vibrant, so that every good new are full of fantasy and hope.
In my sleep, I dimly heard the little swallows "chirping, chirping". Oh! It's spring. I went out of the house. After the spring rain, the air seems particularly sweet, fresh, I breathe y, feel.
The light wind blew slightly, like hair-like rain fell from the sky, millions of soft willows, stretching their muscles. Look! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking out of the ground, greedily sucking the milk of spring. After the winter baptism of the big trees scramble to send new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some tender green leaves, as if wearing a new hat, so beautiful, the birds in the tree jumping around. The delicate azaleas bloomed brilliantly, swinging her soft body in the spring breeze. Little frogs squatting in the pond on the lotus industry, "croak, croak," screaming, as if to say to humans: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" The tadpoles were playing freely in the water.
What a spring scene!
Spring is so beautiful, spring is so lovely. Spring, she gives people vitality, gives me hope.
Ah! I love spring!
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Tulip Kingdom--Prince Bay
In this sunny, spring colorful days, my mother and I went to Prince Bay, known as the "tulip kingdom" reputation to play.
Coming to the gate of the park, I saw both sides of the verdant, green and lush trees, as if they could cover the sky. On both sides of the road, all around, all surrounded by flowers. Into the center of Prince Edward Bay, surrounded by tulips, red, pink, yellow, orange ...... different colors, a thousand shapes. Looking from a distance, as if these tulips are a huge battalion, they stand on a piece of fertile land, neatly lined up. A tulip swaying in the arms of the wind mother, as if in a beautiful dance to nature. On the tulips, butterflies, bees, all gathered, as if enjoying the hope that spring brings them.
Walking along the path in Prince Edward Bay, you can enjoy the fragrant scent of spring while watching the cherry blossom trees on both sides. Cherry blossoms, small and white, they open a small pink face, smiling. A breeze blew by, the cherry blossom petals will drift down with the wind, floating in your hair, floating into your sleeve ...... This feeling is really something else poetic it!
Through the path, into the eyes of a green lawn. The lawn, there are three "ecological corner". The one that impressed me the most was the ecological corner called 'Cultural Journey'. This is a relaxing courtyard with various combinations of plants, horizontal platforms, and water features, which gives people a natural and comfortable experience of the European style: the white guardrail is particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the banana tree foliage. In front of the fence, there is a ground with a light brown floor. On the ground, there is a glass coffee table, on which there is a crystal clear glass fish tank, under the sunlight, the glass fish tank looks particularly beautiful. On either side of the coffee table were two sky-blue lounge chairs, and the flower bed in front of them was filled with exotic flowers and plants. This kind of courtyard, in my opinion, is simply heaven on earth!
Time went by and our trip was coming to an end, but what will never fade away in my memory are my feelings about this enjoyable tulip culture tour.
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Moonlight
Night, just darkened, the thick fog layers filled, rippled, smoked a calm and peaceful night, the white fog in the light of the gentle moonlight and street lamps, then dyed gold. Under the moonlight, the leaves of the trees "rustling", as if playing a "moonlight song", delicate and poignant, deep and wonderful, the beating notes as if from the hazy moonlight out of the leap, mesmerizing.
The depths of the night, the fields are hazy, the mountains are longing for shadows, the water is dissolving, the fireflies are dotted, the candles and lamps, a good picture under the moon!
Life is much like the Moonlight Song and the scroll! The beating melody renders the sadness and joy of life and the separation. Life is short, how can it not be like "Moonlight Song"?
The moon in the sky, bright and gentle, soft moonlight to the night baked a calm and peaceful, the moon's light fell on the trees, falling mottled black shadow, sporadic like a broken strip hanging on the trees in general.
Everything in the world is God's creation, are very and attainment, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there is a cloudy and round, the moon's divine grace is reflected here. Why should the moon strive for splendor? Her purpose is to make the night no longer scary, to give people a piece of warmth, a piece of light!
Isn't it the same with people? Some people are just like the moon, quietly dedicating themselves to others? Although it is just an insignificant little thing, but each other will feel a trace of warmth, this is the connotation of the moon.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its remaining light, trying its best to drive away the darkness, and sending light, warmth and care to people!
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Pan Tianshou Park
When I was in kindergarten, my favorite place to go was Pan Tianshou Park.
There in the spring, flowers bloomed, a few green shoots sprang up on the land, and from time to time a few bold and naughty sparrows came to join in the fun. The children play happily by the upright saplings.
In summer, people walk around the square in undershirts with a popsicle in their hands. The children, some holding lollipops, shouted, "It's hot!" . Some slide on the handrails of the stairs. Some were moving around on the sports equipment, happy. Others are playing badminton, soccer, basketball. It's really lively! Trees, more than usual look greener. Roadside of a few large trees stretching branches and leaves, "rustle" sound, as if to say: "Come on, come on, come to me here to cool it!
When late fall is approaching, you can often see old people in the morning. Some of them were practicing tai chi, while they were twisting and turning in a fan dance. In the early morning, a few flowers still have a few drops of crystal dew on their petals. Some of the trees and flowers were not very vigorous and had already lost their leaves. The leaves of some trees have already withered and yellowed, slowly detaching themselves from the branches and falling to the ground.
In winter, the north wind howls, the wind relentlessly blowing the bare trees, a few trees stood there, only a few adults, some children in the square. Sometimes the snow flies, like the winter girl to the earth mother popping the quilt. It was a good time for the children to play. Some of them are throwing snowballs at each other, some are holding carrots and erasers ready to build a big, round snowman. Others are piling up snow, probably trying to build a mountain of snow!
Pan Tianshou Square is so beautiful and lovely all year round, I love it!
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The four seasons in my hometown are so picturesque that they bring me endless laughter and fun, I appreciate, I love, I love the four seasons in my hometown.
Looking forward, looking forward, the beginning of the year to the spring. The so-called: "I do not know who cut out the fine leaves, February spring wind like scissors," spring like a mysterious hair stylist, tailoring a variety of trees with new hair; another example: "a few early warblers fight for the warm trees, who is a new swallow pecking the mud of spring," the birds also bring life to the spring; and then again. Du Fu a sentence: "with the wind into the night, moist things silent," as expensive as oil spring rain to the world of all things brought the breath of life. Do not have to say that the grass in the spring of his hometown, do not have to say that the new trees in the spring of his hometown, alone the fragrance of the peach blossom, enough to make you forget to come back. I love spring, love my hometown spring. Waiting, waiting, the climax of the year to the summer and fall. The so-called: "cicadas noise forest over quiet, birdsong mountain more secluded," continued noisy cicadas constantly long song, make people very annoying, but after all, it is waiting for more than ten years in exchange for a life ah, but the meaning of life blossomed in the season, so that I feel the life in the hot blood; the color of the autumn for the red fire, such as the sunset, such as the red leaves, full of harvest love; these two seasons are The season of harvest, full of people's hopes and fruits. Do not have to say that the summer hometown of the lush trees, do not have to say that the fall hometown of the golden wheat, alone this blue sky, enough to make your heart happy. I love summer and fall, love my hometown summer and fall. Preparing, preparing, the end of the year is here - winter. The so-called: "snow is a sign of good fortune," that is, "winter wheat cover three layers of quilt, the next year pillow buns sleep", happy New Year's Eve, wearing new clothes, feel quite happy quite happy; after the snow, the whole countryside turned into a world of powder, pile snowmen, snowball fights, children's cheers, and so on, and so on. After the snow, the whole countryside turned into a powdery world, piled up snowmen, snowball fights, children's cheers, are fast to shake down the snow on the trees. I don't have to talk about the snowy world of my hometown in winter, nor do I have to talk about the fireworks of my hometown in winter, but the flowers in the snow alone are enough to mesmerize you. I love winter, love my hometown winter. Spring grass and summer trees, summer trees and autumn leaves, autumn leaves welcome winter flowers, winter flowers bloom in spring.
I love the four seasons, I love the four seasons of my hometown.
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Shuo Fang snowflakes in the flurry after, but always like powder, like sand, they never stick, withdrawn in the house, on the ground, on the withered grass, that's it. The snow on the house is already there quietly melted, because of the warmth of the fire of the house dwellers. Otherwise, when a whirlwind comes on a clear day, it flies vigorously, and shines brightly in the daylight, like a fog that encompasses flames, swirling and rising, and fills the space; and it makes the space swirl and shimmer with the rising. In the boundless wilderness, under the bitterly cold sky, glittering and whirling and rising is the essence of rain ...... Yes, it is the lonely snow, the dead rain, the essence of rain. --- From "Snow" Lu Xun
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Miss Spring came quietly to us with light steps. She brought gifts to all the flowers, plants and trees on the earth: she took off the yellowish attire of the grass and replaced it with a brightly colored coat; she gave the willow tree tender green branches ....... The spring girl with her magic magic, the far south of the swallows called back. Swallows are fascinated by this beautiful scenery, can not help but chirp and chirp, adding a lot of vitality to the spring. Under the willow tree by the river are clusters of colorful flowers. There are red, yellow, blue, white, purple ....... These flowers are not only pretty, but they also smell good. They attracted bees from miles away to collect honey. The bees are buzzing as if praising the flowers. This is really a bird's song and flower fragrance! The spring girl stood beside, saw this beautiful scenery, cozy smile. Hey, spring is really beautiful!
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Lotus The pond in our house is full of lotus. The pond is full of emerald green lotus leaves, one next to another, one crowded, a few lotus flowers emerge from the turquoise leaves. The lotus flowers are very beautiful! Pink lotus has a dozen petals, petals are white and red. In the middle of the petals there is a rosette, the small rosette also put on a small group of yellow grass it! The beautiful lotus leaves up the clean face, petals holding a drop of crystal water droplets, like a shiny pearl. Lotus like a fairy, standing in the clear water, the breeze gently blowing, it swings that soft body, dancing a charming dance. Ah! I love the lotus!
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Some people think that only the luxury and extravagance, gold and blue high-level building is beautiful; and I think that the natural fresh, simple and elegant farm scenery is the real beauty. When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the countryside. I always loved to walk on the slope after dinner. As far as I could see, the farmhouse at the top of the slope was hidden, and it was even more illusory under the backdrop of clouds and mist in the mountains. I paced the quiet path, enjoying the beauty of both sides. The elegant and wealthy flowers in the queen of peonies, colorful moon season, even the unobtrusive wild chrysanthemums, also stretching the waist, to bring a fragrance of spring. Grass is silent on the roadside, adding a few touches of fresh green to this beautiful picture, making the mountain road no longer so empty. As there are many flowers and plants, there are naturally many bees and butterflies. Bees carrying small buckets labor hard among the flowers, brewing their honey. Butterflies also kept spreading pollen and were busy. Looking forward, there was a river. This river had a slow, clear flow, and the bottom was covered with a layer of golden sand. Whenever the sun shone on the surface of the river, the water was slightly golden, and the sand at the bottom gave off a dazzling light.
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With winter's distant footsteps, spring drifted in silently.
Looking around the campus, the white magnolias swaying in the wind, the fiery red begonias, the pink peach blossoms. Next to the String Lake, willow branches swaying gracefully in the water, larks standing on the branches or roofs of trees, singing love songs to each other across the hu. The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green. When the wind whipped through the grass, the grasses did a spinning dance.
Flower ah, the beauty of the fairy like. Gently walk in front of the red begonias, a few days ago, shyly refused to come out of the bud, but now it is like a stunning girl, wearing a pomegranate skirt, smiling and waving to you. My God, what a beautiful magnolia that is. She stood motionless in the sunshine, quietly spitting out her fragrance. The noble white petals are full, beautiful and elegant! In the eyes of the bees and butterflies, peach blossom, apricot blossom inside the endless nectar.
Spring rain came ...... bright crystal spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, in the high air clouds, playful and down. Listen! The rain drips on the roof like a chiming tune. Rain fell into the lake tinkling tinkling singing, the water also splashed a splash, and like the water flower girl in the light dance.
The spring breeze came, quietly. Only the fluttering of hair can make you realize that the wind is coming. The soft spring wind, with all kinds of flowers scent of the spring wind are brushed across our cheeks. It makes our little faces, reddened by the cold winds, become rosy and wet. She helped us to remove our clothes and change a fresh brain. Those dark clouds, the spring cold, by her blowing, all dare not come.
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Autumn unconsciously came to my side, the autumn wind also came slowly, it gently blowing my cheeks, as if more understanding of my heart. I am swinging in the autumn wind, intoxicated in the autumn wind. Enjoying the gift of autumn, it gently dresses the small leaves in a golden sweater and gives warmth to any living organism, so in my heart the autumn wind is so warm, encompassing all the beauty of the world. She can make people forget their troubles, can give lonely and sad people to soothe, it struggled to blow away the world's troubles, so that people are no longer afraid of the bumps in the road ......
Autumn gives people a feeling of poignancy. Although there is a hint of faint purity, there is also a repeated faint naivety. Autumn rain is called autumn rain, it knows, in the rainy summer, it had sold, after a summer of wind, although exhausted, but it still came, its song is like a friend's confidences, the silk of happiness swirling in it.
Bathed in a pleasant autumn wind to fly the dream; looking at the silk of the autumn rain smile like a song; smell the faint chrysanthemum fragrance drunk as a dream. In the blink of an eye, the fall is almost over, the heart can not help but some reluctance, but the fall can not stay forever, and ultimately have to go. In this way, the fall is always quietly, and quietly away, gently walking in the four seasons, wandering, but next year the fall will gently come, I look forward to that day!
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Transparent streams, clear as a mother's eyes.
Spring, your eyes are a splash of color;
Summer, your eyes are a rich green;
Autumn, your eyes are a clear blue;
Winter, you are tired - close your eyes, and stop singing.
You take in the clouds in the blue sky, the evening sun at dusk, and the stars in the night sky; and you leave behind the figures of my childhood.
Heh! The rustling sugarcane forest by this stream, with its sweet-smelling wind, had blown my childhood dreams! I lay by your side and felt the happiness of leaning on my mother's breast ......
You are an old song in our lives--
You look out and see the procession of bride-welcomers on donkeys coming, and a few oboes playing mournful music;
You look to see a few stout men, carrying bulky wooden coffins coming, sending the old man up the hill;
You hear it, too: the unicycle at the foot of the hill, with its squeaking and muffled voice, groaning through the poor land ......
Without you, who left us the colors of nature;
Who gives us record of the sorrows and joys of the mountain people?
Transparent stream, you gave me eyes that could distinguish colors.
When I was by your side and found myself becoming a teenager, I had to travel far.
You sent me out of the mountains like the mother who raised me!
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I wanted to get wet so badly, so badly that the rain would wash away the memories. Maybe the rain would sober me up. The feeling of the rain on my face can make it hard to tell if it's tears or rain, so I can say, Boys don't cry!
The rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, rinsing away all the dirty dust on the earthly ground, bringing people a clean and clean feeling, yet the cold rain could not rinse away the gray mood on me! I walked out from the center of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I went to the center of that boulevard and stood there, with only the sound of the rain before and after me, and people hiding somewhere. It was so nice! Holding an umbrella, there was a soft and cozy feeling in my heart that I hardly dared to breathe. Once had a scene, a scene, one after another lens as if it had long been negotiated, slowly from my eyes in the rain, slowly walk through ......
Rain from the sky fell on the umbrella, from the umbrella wet into my gradually cold body, I just stood, I do not know how long I stood, and I do not know if it is tired. I can no longer choose to use such a kind of eyes sadly gazing at you, so I, the feeling of happiness has become a kind of heartache! This rain, can not see is horizontal or oblique, my umbrella, also do not know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the rain and wind feeling is so lonely! Then silently turn around and leave that corner. Although it is a hurried glimpse, already enough for me to recall the whole day.
The rain slowly stopped, and the sluggish autumn wind blew through, blowing away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, dotting them into tears, drifting away to a faraway place, turning into a cloud. The heart lost, with the sluggish autumn wind to chase but nowhere to be found! The ground, into dust. Who, until when, look up to see the genius visible rainbow, look back at the wind and not see the sand and dust; perhaps the water long to the east, things are not the same; perhaps the edge of this shoulder, looking back has passed! Maybe I am too much fantasy and forget that I am not a god; maybe I am too obsessed and forget that things happen in heaven. I'm not a god, but I wish to move the gods, but I believe that heaven knows. I would like to find a piece of pure land to plant a rose and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I wish that the seasons would follow my heart and the flowers would bloom; I wish that the autumn wind would be like a song!
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The quiet summer nights with a clear moon and wind always give me a feeling of purity and serenity. The moonlight pours out like soft water, and the light streams down, and the meaning of it is peaceful and harmonious. The color of the moon is soft and transparent, light and airy.
I like to borrow the moon to precipitate the mood, such as water moon, can drink. Push open the window, let the moonlight quietly flow in the skin, light and airy rhyme, fresh connotation of the mood naturally flow in the heart. The moonlight is like a practice, the mood in the moonlight becomes clear and soft, suddenly all kinds of life in the moving and beautiful spirit floating.
Once upon a time, the innocent me snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, leisurely enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside.
Once upon a time, in the elite campus and classmates in the clear moonlight to talk to each other, feeling the beauty and sorrow of the watery years.
Once upon a time, in the watery moonlight I canoe with you on Taihu Lake, in the sound of paddles and lights, in the moonlight and lake water reflecting in the appreciation of the beauty of the world. The clear water of the lake, the drifting sound of the piano, so that I was intoxicated in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan do not know where to go.
Flower shadow on the wall, suspected to be a jade man. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, to the moon under the West Wing, the qin passes on the ghostly thoughts, under the moon to wait for a beautiful woman. A classical beauty. The moonlight stains the western window, and the faint thoughts are also diffused.
The moonlight in the classical subtlety and present-day romantic interpretation of the aesthetic, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.
The moonlight attracts me, so I go out, step in the moonlight, slowly walk into the garden, gardenia bathed in moonlight, cold condensation with dew, such as a curtain of distant dream. Bamboo shadow with rhyme light dance, such as water moonlight gently through, reflecting the clear light of the moon. All things are in the moonlight in the fullness of the spirit up. The hustle and bustle of the world and impatience, hesitation and uncertainty are dissolved in this watery moonlight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that makes you feel better.
Like water, can drink. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Standing quietly in the garden path, listening to the silence of a piece of ......
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The heat of August, there is a place where the temperature of spring moisturizes everything. There, the valleys are open with brilliant wildflowers; there, cows and sheep can graze leisurely; there, one can sit around the fireplace and listen to old stories. This fairytale-like place is the colorful Yunnan Plateau.
The red color is the peeling brick wall in the ancient city of Lijiang, the light from the high hanging lanterns by the small bridges and streams, the koi carp leaping against the current in the flowing water, the wolfsbane flowers budding in Shangri-La, the roaring fire of the national party, the hope of the Tibetan old man flickering in the eyes, and the Yunnan Plateau...
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Lanting, perched in the beautiful Jiangnan, such as the valley of the orchid, floating with the silk of Jiangnan Xu ethereal, soaked with the poetry of the Jiangnan rain and smoke, proudly hidden in the Lanzhu Mountain. Lanting, set a thousand years of sun and moon of the spirit of the precipitation of the millennium years of quiet elegance, calligraphy and ink flow fragrance.
The charm of Lanting is not only because of the seclusion of the landscape and bamboo forests, but also because of its profound and long history and culture. Sublime mountains and steep ridges, lush forests and bamboos, as well as clear streams and turbulence, reflecting the left and right. "Bamboo shade full of clear water, orchid gas like wind quiet as people." Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty wrote the famous "Lanting Preface" here, making the Lanting famous all over the world. The Lanting Preface is infused with a generation of literati's profound experience of life and rational thinking, and its literary rhythms and ink traces are overflowing with far-reaching humanistic spirit, which will be admired by the future generations! The Lanting, with its beautiful landscape, unique calligraphy reputation and rich historical and cultural deposits, is a place that will remain a favorite for generations to come.
The vicissitudes of the years as the water of the Lanxi gurgles and flows. The empty valley of the years is always eternal, the millennium of reincarnation only in an instant! Dream vaguely, and back to the lanting. The mood is undisguised, listening to the refreshing sound of the flute, attachment as such, thoughts roaming immersed.
The Lanting, as if from the day it existed, has remained in my memory forever, deja vu. I have been in a rainy morning, walked into the Pavilion, scattered landscape, flow rhyme orchids and bamboo.
Lanting, Jiangnan's side of the landscape, bamboo forests and secluded, gurgling streams, pieces of verdure, mist meditative, smoke and rain, picturesque. The wind whisked through the bamboo forest flicked the string, the air can smell the fresh and moist aroma, flowers and books mingled with the diffusion. I've been strolling along the Lanting Bamboo Path, and I'm at peace with myself.
The lingering rain weaves an ethereal curtain, and the foggy mist from the valley makes the landscape, bamboo forests, flowers and grasses move in an ethereal space, and the verdant bamboo forests play heavenly music in the rain, like a fairyland. Smoke and rain in the Lanting poetic and ethereal, in the drizzle I really savor the pure and tranquil Lanting Rain Pavilion.
Goose pond water is full and clear. Goblet Pavilion, rustic and cool, pavilion in front of a clear winding stream trickling, the stream has a green stone stacked. Raindrops falling on the water splashed ripples, "goblet, a goblet and a song, free to recount the feelings, letter can also be happy". The scene from more than a thousand years ago seems to be reflected in the stream.
Lanting, light with a unique seclusion and purity, dry dyeing a thousand years of inexhaustible rustic elegance, with the year when Wang Xizhi chanting the wind and the moon left behind a thousand years of drunken book, let my thoughts stay in the middle of it. Lanting, your quiet and calm, your free and easy, your pure and ethereal, is not exactly the realm I have been seeking?
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The autumn wind swept away a tree of yellow, the cold lotus pond, only the remnants of the lotus tears hurt. Tonight, the moonlight is still bright, next to the willingness to do the accompaniment of the star is still flickering weak light. You hold my hand, although it is still once the temperature, but the late autumn full of fallen leaves tell me, once everything is just once, spring and autumn, everything is in the precipitation of the years, grinding discoloration, decay and fermentation, and then the hard outer shell will be cracked open by the wind and rain, revealing the uneven core, that all the ditches and twists and turns, is the most real veins, after how much struggle and loss, and ultimately still twisted through the reality of the code! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do about it. My hands are still cold, as if the autumn wind seeped into the bone marrow, that the assault of cold air, completely cooled the heart once touched and passion. The heart gradually cold, the temperature in the blood vessels also slowly decline, as if a body will die, body temperature will gradually drop to the freezing point. I'm just a self me, I'm no longer you once the most important me, in fact, has been my own self-appreciation, I infinitely enlarged their own shadow, you're right, the journey of life, in addition to love, we have a lot of more important things worth cherishing, including your loved ones, friends, and your should be entertained, but also includes you will have a confidant friend of the opposite sex. And I, once the concept will not be changed because of this, I am the master in my world, I can not tolerate my eyes into the sand, I can not tolerate my love is no longer as pure as crystal! Tonight, the autumn wind is blowing, the cold runs from the soles of my feet to the tips of my hair, you still hold my hand, but I can't feel your temperature. My heart is so calm that there is not a trace of the wind sweeping by. On the long boulevard, the clear light of the moonlight reflects the shadow of the lonely trees, the roadside river willow swaying in the wind has lost its color hair, faded out of the lingering autumn.
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Distracted night sky, gray-black sky hanging a round of golden boat, carrying a warehouse full of dreams, sailing to the depths of the clouds; cool wind slightly blowing the veil of the night, dusting off the years of wind and dust; melting the moonlight quietly flowing, breaking the dike of memory; sporadic points, softly sprinkled in the tree leaves, flooded with light green; such as China's silver wrapped in a trace of coolness, laying A ground of luxury.
The willow branches along the river sway gently, plucking the strings of memory. The dusty years are a bay of stagnant water that has been stranded, quietly settling, and then slowly fermenting, bubbling up with pearl-like bubbles that are broken by the nebulous future. Years of words, always lying quietly in the diary, is to record the past disillusionment, or in order to vent the emotions of the past? When the sea changes into a mulberry, how much lassitude and despair will be framed here?
Memory is a wind chime hanging in front of the window, will always be accompanied by the wind of the years gently swaying, the sound of silver bells. When you envy her crisp and pleasant, but forgot that she is also accepting the test of the years. "Carved railings should be especially in, but the face change", the memory will slowly fade with the wind of the years, she will also be in the "splendor of the death", but not in the "ashes of rebirth". I met it, ignored it, passed it by, and regretted it! Every day is in this intertwined, but always parallel to the contradictory emotional drift. Let the years leave a string of tears, want to wipe off, but branded in the heart. "I ask you can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward"! One can only sigh, sigh, sigh! "Empty sadness, white youth head" ah!
Silently standing in the deserted meadow, looking at the deep dome of the sky, quietly thinking. Countless yesterday's yesterday quietly and breathlessly in my fingertips flow away, with confusion, with grief, I walked through yesterday, walked through the four seasons, countless spring, summer, autumn and winter to me to show their permanent breath of life. But my heart is like a drop of water that has fallen into the refrigerator, and the excessive cold has frozen her into ice, solidifying all the memories.
The years are a pool of spring water, flooded with layers of memory ripples. There has been a "roc one day with the wind, Bo shaking straight up 90,000 miles" of excitement, "I was born with talent will be useful, a thousand gold scattered also come back" of the heroic; there has also been a "inexorable flowers fall away, déjà vu swallow return "There has also been the melancholy of "the flowers are drifting away, the water flows away, and a drop of lovesickness makes you sad"; there has also been the frustration of "wanting to cross the Yellow River, the ice is blocking the river, and the snow is filling the mountains on the way to Taihang", and the frustration of "the long wind and the breaking of the waves will be Sometimes the long wind will break the waves, hanging directly on the clouds and sails squeezing the sea" faith; more like the "bright moon shining between the pines, clear springs flowing over the stones" rhyme, "cicada noise forest more quiet, birdsong mountain more leisurely" ethereal... ...But no matter how to feel the world, to grieve the spring and autumn, can only be like a withered flower, will eventually wither, into dust, buried with the world ......
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Curved and twisted above the lotus pond, looking at the field of leaves. Leaves out of the water is very high, like pavilion dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, such as just out of the bath of the beauty. Breeze, send a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building faint song. At this time the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, all of a sudden spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves is a vein of running water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style. Moonlight like running water, quietly cascading on the leaves and flowers. A thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; they were also like dreams covered with a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep was indispensable, but a nap also had a special flavor. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as ghostly as the cliffs; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows looked like they had been painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond was not uniform; but the light and the shadow had a harmonious melody, like the famous song played on the Van Shui Ling. On all sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond heavily; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the gracefulness of the willows could be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. In the cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, listless, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. The most lively at this time of year is the sound of cicadas in the trees and the sound of frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing. ----