The first:
The winter sunshine is no longer so scorching and harsh, but becomes gentle. The sunlight is reflected on your face, like a mother's hand gently caressing your cheeks; the sunlight sprinkled on your body, such as a warm bed to comfort everything; the sunlight is reflected on the surface of the lake, sparkling, such as the autumn waves in the eyes of the winter girl; the sunlight shines on the leaves of the trees, as the hard-working gardener who delivers sustenance?
Oh! The winter sun is gentle, selfless, cheerful, bewitching and varied. ? In the bitterly cold winter, I love that winter morning a touch of sunshine. In the morning, push open the window, despite the cold air, but in the east reveals that a sliver of warm sunshine. Look, the sunshine sprinkled on the grass, for the grass put on a golden coat, the sunshine sprinkled on the surface of the lake, the lake flooded with a bit of golden light, for the winter lake added a few points of charm. The sunshine sprinkled in my heart, let me feel warm, no longer afraid of the winter cold.
In the winter morning, the sun is shining brightly, giving the earth a layer of light, it is beautiful; busy people in the morning to enjoy the warmth of the sun, in the winter to feel the sunshine on human beings have much use, in the winter it is the human "warmth of the charm", you quickly go to enjoy the winter sunshine!
The sun gives people a feeling of warmth, the winter sun is no exception, it gives people the first feeling of warmth, in the cold winter, the sun rises in the morning, the golden light on the earth, the mother earth woke up, no longer so cold.
The winter sun is warm.
Do you know? The sun is golden, and what is the winter one like? In the morning, the sun rises the first trace of sunshine, so that people feel warm, although winter is cold, but this sunshine gives the earth a golden coat, students go to school, this winter sunshine in the eyes of the students is a lovely elf, it can bring people anytime and anywhere is winter and not like winter?
Every corner of nature is also true and fantasy poetry, the winter sun is the most beautiful poetry.
Walking in the garden path, a ray of bright sunlight from the trees reflected in my face. Then there was a slight breeze, and I spread my arms to enjoy the warmth of the sun. I couldn't help but walk in the direction of the sun, close my eyes, and feel the beauty and kindness of the winter sun.
Let's put aside our thinking and get away from the hustle and bustle. In this warm sunshine, alone to enjoy the tranquility given by nature.
In winter, make a cup of light tea and sit in the yard to savor it. Warm sunlight gently shot on the ground, sitting for a while is really a great pleasure in life!
The winter sun is warm; the winter sun is comfortable; the winter sun is charming; the winter sun is
The sunrise shoots its rays to the lake, the breeze at first, the fine waves jumping, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
The winter sun is as pale as the moon.
The sun, which has just risen, is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world.
The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with golden glory, the sea from the ink blue to blue.
The warmth of the sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down, into a point of golden light spots.
When the reddish sunlight was on the tip of the mountain, the fog was pulled away like a curtain, and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.
Suddenly, a round of red sun rises on the face, shedding a road of golden light, like a golden whip, driving away the flying clouds and fog.
The red sun just penetrated the sea level, to the beautiful and quiet sea smeared with a layer of rose color.
The golden sunrise, gradually dyed red in the eastern sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain is a brilliant cloud haze dyed a scarlet.
The golden sunlight pouring down, injected into the hectares of blue waves, so that the monotonous and calm sea and become some color.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass that grew on the brown land.
The sunlight that pierced the clouds was like golden threads that crisscrossed the light gray and blue-gray clouds, stitching them into a pattern of unparalleled beauty.
The sun's reddish smile makes the hazy campus open up and remove the veil.
The sun has just risen above the mountains, covered by a bright red haze, the sun shines down from the clouds, like countless dragons spitting golden waterfalls.
The sun works all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The sun in the sunrise greeted, showing the red face, all of a sudden, ten thousand channels of golden light through the treetops to the water tinted with a layer of carmine red.
The sun is being entangled in thin clouds, emitting a faint dazzling white light.
A fuchsia colored sunrise appeared in the sky like a blooming red rose.
The sky was blue and clear, and the brilliant sunlight was shooting down from between the gaps of the dense pine needles, forming a beam of thick and thin columns of light, illuminating the shade of the forest, which was billowing with a gauzy mist.
The sunlight was filtered through the layers of leaves, and leaked onto him in a pale, round, gently swaying halo.
The sun shone through the thin clouds, reflecting a silvery light on the white earth that dazzled the eyes.
In the distance, the majestic mountains, in the sunlight, put on a golden-colored coat, looks particularly beautiful.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves of the trees with a circle of gold and silver halo.
The spring sunshine is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolded her smiling face, the sun, red beams of light shot over, that gently caress you, like a young mother's hand. I really want to pick a spring sunshine, made of bookmarks, then, every day of sunshine can be sandwiched in the book seam, there are brilliant at the time of opening the book, there can be warmth into the arms. The warmth of the sunlight weaves in and out of the breath of the gaps. It's soothing and long. The scent of rosewood, diffused in the spring, all the emptiness between heaven and earth full, under the sun, is a delicate and absolute dust strand, murmuring innocence, filled with the once unfathomable wipe of the lonely clear and ethereal shadow.
From the cracks in the clouds, from the orange-colored, lined with the edge of the sun, the sun became a broad fan-like light, cast down diagonally. These rays, thin and gun-sharp in the vast sky, widened like a rushing stream as they neared the ground, and fell on the distant boundaries of the brown prairie that stretched along the sky, adorning it beautifully, and rejuvenating it fantastically and merrily.
A moment later, on the tops of the peaks that had seemed to hold up the blue sky in the darkness of the night, there appeared a number of grayish-white clouds, which gradually brightened up as if they were two masses of light smoke foretelling the coming of a great fire. Then the fire of the sun suddenly blazed up on the slopes of the neighboring Apennines and Vesuvius. The white clouds on the mountain-tops turned at once rose-colored, and from rose to purple, and at last they glowed with a golden haze, so that all at once the great granite peaks, which had stood so dark and terrible, rushed with the turbulence of the sun's rays in all their vitality and splendor. It brought out the immense outlines of Mount Vesuvius, and illuminated the nearby mountains covered with lush vegetation, the terrible abysses that open their mouths between the gray layers of solidified magma, and the countless beautiful hills. These hills are spread over the ground for miles around Vesuvius, as if a wonderful carpet of colorful trees and flowers had been spread under the feet of this volcanic giant. Susholokhov: "The Reclaimed Virgin Land"
It was a sunny day, and the golden sunlight was like fine wine. The leaves of the trees were getting deeper and deeper in color. The beeches and lindens stood there in the warm afternoon sunlight that leaked into my open space, yellow and brown, as if an unseen painter had turned them into torches while I slept, standing motionless in the rippling sunlight. Not a single leaf was fluttering.
The pale green butterflies of spring
The bright gold insects of summer
The bright yellow geese of autumn
And the white unicorns of winter
And they all remember
I miss you like this
On winter mornings, the leaves are the color of mourning, SeaGreen. SeaGreen. The newborn day sways the human feelings and begins its stroll.
The initial photo, you sleeve your hand into your shirt, pupils slightly blue. I still remember that winter morning, the color of the leaves like mourning, ocean green, in English it is SeaGreen. What a beautiful metaphor. When Green
The north country bloomed with spring branches, snow-colored emptiness.
My hometown is close to the low eaves, and my dreams are empty.
The shadow of the stars is on the inkstone, and the poem is empty.
The tide of the world, the fragrance of the dew is empty.
The world is empty.
-- "Catching the Wind"
There was always no wind, and the sun sliced at an angle across the glass windows, cutting a blinding hole in the eye. There weren't many people on the road, so you could do all kinds of poses in the sun and watch the shadows do weird things. Sometimes passing a steel flagpole and catching glimpses of my own face contorting on the column - oblong shaped like a girl. Wet bangs showing her forehead. One black and one white, but not in contrast. And at the moment, the sky is green and blue and wet, where there are clouds and none.
The cold sky with a hint of red, frosty earth immersed in wisps of cold, through the misty
interstices, a thousand wisps of light and shadow sprinkled down to earth. I fantasize about reaching out and trying to catch that ray of winter sun
light, but always from my fingers slipped away, without a trace.
A rare winter vacation in the sunny afternoon, holding a cup of unsweetened coffee, leaning against the window chair,
so that the long-lost winter sunshine paved the way in my body, feel the winter sunshine exceptionally precious and warm.
A ray of sunshine lazily spread on my shoulders, as if a scarf in winter, a warm and fuzzy feeling welled up in my heart.
The winter sunshine is so bright, gave me warmth, gave me strength, let me winter silent life has spring
然的姹紫紫嫣红, to my once dusty mind blew off the dust, so that I nearly frozen world from the ice melt.
The second: "beautiful sentence"
1 to get to pay efforts to grasp the hand, do not wait, really belong to your opportunity is not much, action is always more important than fantasy
To; do not complain, to face conflicts and problems, complaining about the sky can only prove your incompetence. There is no such thing as an uneven world, only an uneven heart. Not to complain, not to hate, light everything, the past is like smoke. Experienced, drunk, woke up, broken, the end, forget it! Cherish the existing life, happiness is by your side
2 do a happy woman, must be happy, not happy to create happiness, smile does not necessarily make the world bloom,
but can relax the tight chest, happy, laugh, so that everyone is infected, sadness, crying, beauty, confided in, and then everything to zero, bright, to the inner humble self smile, draw comfort and strength, trust, refreshing, and then you can dance lightly, life, no big deal
Life has no winners and losers, only worth it or not. When you slow down, relaxed, full of appreciation for life, there is a breath will emanate from you, will let you and the people around you are leisurely.
3 Walk a good life, enjoy this short process, look down on the world's chaos, indifferent to greed and delusion, strong bumps and bumps, micro
smile life. In the midst of the storm, life is priceless, strong and unyielding; on the way to comfort, happy to nourish the nature of the heart. The first thing you need to do is to ask for the best, and then you'll be able to get the best out of it. Some people laugh at the scenery in the storm, some people are in the comfort of the nest crying that they are not happy, everything is from the heart.
4 A thing, even if again beautiful, once there is no result, do not dwell on, long you will be tired, will be tired; a person,
Even if again miss, if you can not catch, we must let go in due course, long you will be hurt, will be broken. Sometimes, give up is another kind of persistence, you miss the summer flowers gorgeous, will come into the fall leaves quiet Qiang. Anything, anyone, will become the past, do not go through with it, no matter how difficult, we have to learn to withdraw.
5 with tears to wash away the pain of life, half of the fate in the hands of God, the other half in their own hands. Success is to use half of their own hands to win the other half of God's hands.
6 Life, in the end, living is the mood. People live tired, because you can sway your mood too many things. Changes in the weather, the warmth and coldness of the people, different landscapes will affect your mood. And they are all you can not control. If you look down on it, the sky is not cloudy or clear, people are just gathering and scattering, and the ground is just high and low. The sea, my heart is not shocked, natural stability; with the fate of the self, not sad, not happy, is a sunny day.
7 I don't know what I'm doing now is right or wrong, and I'll only know this when I finally die of old age. So what I can do now is to try to do a good job of everything, to be old after the past filled with all the memories of the brain, thoughts like a storm in the sky wild sand, lost in the eyes have long been unable to open. Time to forget all the sadness, I became mature and strong, those past is always the most painful marks in my life.
8 On the way to the future, everyone is a lonely traveler. Who is not hypocritical, who is not fickle, who is not who. And why take some people, some things so important. I still remember the first time I saw your scene at that time I did not think that now you are so important to me
9 Most of the time, the more we say, the distance between each other, but the more far away, the more contradictions. In communication, most people are always in a hurry to express themselves and spit it out, but they don't understand each other at all. Two years to learn to speak, a lifetime to learn to shut up. If you know or don't know, don't say much. If your heart is in turmoil and your mind is quiet, speak slowly. If you don't have anything to say, don't say anything at all.
10 a woman, a lifetime will always meet such a romantic man, if she only 18 or 19 years old, can immediately carry a toothbrush with him to the snow, as he said, a month, or a year, who knows, can endure for as long as it takes, even if only to go back to, but also as if nothing happened to start from the beginning: why is that so reckless? Eighteen. I'm not going to be able to do that now.
11 Don't let the pressure of life squeeze away the happiness, no matter what happened yesterday, no matter how embarrassing yesterday, how helpless, how bitter, the past will not come back, and can not be changed. Let yesterday take all the bitter, all the tired, all the pain far away! Today to clean up the mood, continue to move forward. Let open-mindedness become a habit, feel life with your heart, life will give you back. The first thing you need to do is to be happy in your work and happy in your life! Joy in life happy life
12 empty, not nothing, but forget the heart full of things, leaving room to carry new. The most dangerous thing in life is that the heart is too full, the brain is too full. When the heart is full, it can't fit in the rest. When your brain is full, you can't absorb new knowledge. What you already have is not always right. All of life needs to be renewed. Forget what you have for a while and let yourself become
into nothing, which is empty.
13 Serious work is a need, have fun is a necessity. Know how to work and know how to live!
14 Life is a series of you slowly accept love, you slowly learn to love, and you slowly lose the process of love
15 We must have in order to pay. Ask yourself, what do you really have? Is there anything good that you can pull out and give to others? If you don't know how to give and are just asking, you are still a child who has not grown up. We have to make sure that what we can pull out and give to others is good, and that we are truly good to others before we can ask for it. You have to be able to do it yourself before you can reciprocate by asking others
16 Do not be angry to fight, do not see through to break through, do not envy to appreciate, do not trust to delay to be positive. The state of mind determines the state, the mind determines the pattern, the eye determines the realm. Fault is a short regret, miss is forever regret. Life is in the fine taste in the perfume, at the same time we are also in their own hands to create a new surprise
17 Some desire, may not have a response; some speechless, not really silent. Life sometimes need to precipitate, to have enough time to reflect, life is not a flat river, a little frustration annoying what, let nature take its course, why bother with their own anger, learn to control their own emotions, who do not owe you, so you do not have reason to casually with others to lose their temper, play the temper, from today onwards, please live proudly for their own it!
18 There are people, love, on the end; a sentence, said, regretted; a road injury, pain, numbness; a heart, trembled, broken; a friendship, too close, on the diluted; a love, too deep, on the end of the drama; an intersection, too difficult, on the wrong choice; some of the wonderful can only be experienced, and some of the scenery can only be passed through a back. 19 Life is not perfect, say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, find the wrong person is not strange. Others do not forgive you, you can forgive yourself, because you are not living for others. Some of the wonderful destined to belong to others, you do not have to stop; walk a good ordinary steps, looking forward to the regular appointment. There is no joy, better than having a leisurely heart. Everything is as it should be, not complaining, not impatient, not anxious; not sad; not sentimental, not forgetful.
20 Often, it is not that there is no room for love after marriage, but the love itself is used to live after marriage. Married love, there and only in the trivial and complicated daily life, really consider the materiality and feasibility before turning into effective emotions. Therefore, love in marriage requires us to tolerate each other, to be together, and to be good at crossing the left hand to touch the right hand of the bland.
21 The world is very small and we met like this. The world is very big, it is very difficult to separate to see each other again. There is a person in life can go to miss, is fate; there is a person can miss their own, is happiness. Sometimes, quietly looking out the window, will feel that he is a very easy to be forgotten. Sometimes, cold eyes look at the people around the quarrel. Sometimes, I feel that the world is really fake and hypocritical. Sometimes, really want to just disappear from this world.
22 I have been paying attention to you, with all the ways you know or do not know
23 Each of us is a passer-by, life, what things want to get, but can not not help but know what things are most needed; life, what things do not want to lose, but can not help but know what things are most important. Life, the more desire to be tired, the less desire to be safe, no desire to be just.
24 Standing on the ground looking up at the sky, where the feathers return. Some people say that it is not easy to know each other, it is more difficult to keep each other. Indeed, every lazy person in the early morning has a reason to stay in bed, real life is the least lack of excuses. You are willing to do so, you do, no one forced you.
Third: "sad beautiful ancient wind sentence"
1, but had seen each other will know each other, see each other how like not see when? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away from you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get away from you.
2, had considered the loss of much love Brahma into the mountains and fear that the other pouring city in the world and get a double method not to bear the burden of the Secretary
3, I waited all my life, not in exchange for a moment of your gaze
4, who can put the wind in the wind a thousand miles of long song in tears in the cup, love is obsessed with Murphy really you do not understand.
Who can ten years of sadness and misery to pay a smile shot down the moon in the sky, is the love is obsessed Murphy really you do not understand.
Who can throw away a lifetime of pouring the world for your flavor, is love is obsessed Murphy really you do not understand.
5, the long street long, fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see, short pavilion short, red dust rolling, I put Xiao again sigh.
6, the vast expanse of a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
7, let him all things clear and turbid, for you to smile between the reincarnation of sweet fall.
8, send you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
9, static water depth, Cangsheng tread song; three life cycle, a sad and happy
10, listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. Falling flower annihilation, annihilation of a wind ripples. If the flower is poor, it will fall on the tip of his finger.
11, perhaps the marriage of the past life may be the fate of the next life wrong to see each other in this life, adding a fruitless grudge.
12, neither turn back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why vow. Today, all sorts of things, like water without trace. Tomorrow night and night, you have been strangers.
13, a cup of wine for you today, clouds and past events do not force. The wind and the dew are all flying, the rain fall dust and smoke three love
14, who will smoke burning scattered, scattered across the ties.
15, the original oath of alliance said all over, like this are paid with the passing clouds.
16, straight to the thought of no benefit, not to the despair is clear crazy
17, dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of people, can not say such as loneliness.
18, accompanied by a drunken smile three thousand field, not to tell the sadness, sentence sadness, more than that can be what year bloom sky light. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
19, with my three life fireworks, in exchange for your world of confusion.
20, for you a cup of wine, clouds and smoke in the past, do not force. The wind and the dew are all over the place, and the rain falls on the dust and smoke of the three worlds of love, the years with the heart, and will eventually fade away.
21, the mountains and rivers, a promise, all over the road, did not see the life can be geometric.
22, the end is red dust people, also dye red dust things ......
The edge is to go, the edge is scattered.
23, ten million miles of wind and clouds whistling, look down the beat.
24, the light stars, the sound of people, the song does not exhaust the chaos of the beacon. Dark clouds cover the moon, the trail of people, can not say as lonely.
25, all kinds of stories, but love hurts; easy water people go, the moon as frost.
26, to be intoxicated for sadness, the song is not broken!
28, the sky is vast, holding the prosperity of grief, bending the eyebrows, destiny, become the past.
29, Contemplating the tears of the red face, the heroes died, the world of suffering. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can we be happy
30, hiding in the streets of the world, smile to penetrate the water can not be retrieved
31, at first strangers, cold eyes to worship the newcomers Chuchu, red clothes and red candles, is the end of the day or the sky in front of us? Only that night the rain was like a note, and left behind, disregarding, look at this bet, who lost in the end.
32, a little bit of sand, the two sides of the Ropa, three or five wild geese, messed up the four seasons of flowers. The six strings of green ripples, seven stars when hanging, eight or nine points of love, lazy ten years lute
33, night rain dyed into the sky water blue. Some people do not need to posture, but also can achieve a stunning
34, three spring colors, two dust, one running water. The fine look is not a poplar flower, point is, the tears of the departed.
35, the hands of the lens steady, between thousands of years, thousands of dreams broken sentiment can understand, I do not know after a thousand years, whose face, remodeling at this time the month is thick, history leaps out of the book, clamor heavy, restore a dream, dream of jingo and iron horse, hot blood war lord.
36, even if it is the seven seas even the sky will dry up and dry. Even if it is the cloud deserted ten thousand miles will also fall apart. All kinds of life and death in this world, come and go as if the tide.
37, the flow of clouds thousands of feet can be drunk, who is under the moon alone. Who can laugh through the floating life, the lights on the building
38. Who can ten years of sorrow and misery to put a smile a thousand miles all long song
39, even if the mountains and rivers are as picturesque, it does not matter the prosperity of the moment
40, the candlelight trailing laugh at the world change change as light running water annihilation Annihilation of the mournful voice of the broken heart who hated the heavens Heavenly will make the people away from the far
41, often say that the dust of the past is like smoke, a thousand years later, perhaps repeated in the dream of the West Lake water is dry, singing a thousand scriptures still can not be pierced
42, a thousand years old. I've been in love for a long time, and I've been living with the crows in Kusatsu. I don't know how long I've been living without a friend, and I've been laughing at myself.
43: "How can a painting of a blood-stained river and mountain beat a little bit of vermilion sand on your brow?" I'm not sure if I'll be able to cover the whole world.
44. When I look back, I see that the wind has stopped the dust and the flowers are all floating away, and the sound is clear and the strangers are singing
45. The light fall, little by little, melted away. The first time I saw this, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart
47. I was able to build up my love for you, and I was able to break up my love for you
48. The river is lonely, both sides of the ink green, everywhere standing is your figure. The worry and faraway charm, is a distant untouchable sadness, such as the micro cloud lonely moon, can only look at the distance of the end of the world
49, the world of the dim who dreamed of waking up, the spring silkworm empty spit love silk, since the entanglement, pinch the bullet, always inviting confusion will be the people to get, the prosperity of a moment of clinging to the use of what?
50, a little bit of duckweed to go where? Shallow to come, long waves floating dream knot, sinking from wandering. See it on the silk root clear stream, cold swim, silent flow. Luan mirror green bird next to red wine, dying to fly, gradually forgetting Su Su delicate fingers, I do not know how to think. Do not ask where the falling flowers will be, fall also hurt, stay also cool.
51, dust to dust, earth to earth, drifting with the wind, dancing in the rain, even if the repair of the same bed ferry, in the end the final return to the yellow earth.
52. The two feet trampled over the waves of the world, one shoulder to bear all the sorrows of the past and present. The first thing you need to do is to get your feet wet and get out of the way of the world.
53, love is thick, love is thick, how do you know that the red silk is wrong, the road is the same, the return is different, happy and sad, happy and sad, trekking through the snow in search of plums to stop, looking back to the end of the world
54, said that there is no destiny, the world of 3,000 thousand, 100,000 Bodhi beings, how do I only want to see with you? If you say there is fate, after the lamps and lanterns are knotted together, there will be only ashes and no rekindling. The snow is three feet deep, the moonlight is one night, and there are no words!
55, not old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
56, a hundred thousand nights, who is for me, a green marble, who leaned on the door to look at a thousand years of fireworks. The night stars are few and far between, who is for me, to hold a breath of light, who leaned on the door alone waiting for a thousand years of loneliness.
57, I will be the world's glory for a paper book, read it all, but with a smile on the wind does not look back. I sprinkle a thousand dendrobium pearl paved this way, when the dream wakes up, are returned to the dust and soil.
58, looking in front of your smiling face, my tears still fall all winter, after turning around, can no longer find the lost promise.
59, red dust scroll, painted is who's life and death of love? In the end, but can only guard that unchanged face, a guard is a thousand years.
60, Acacia is the desire to talk about the feelings of fear of people to see the end of the song is not complaining. Tears swallowed no sound, wrong regret thin love. The rain fell on the branch of a piece of sadness is difficult to paint. A generation of life, the soul of two places, contemplation of a thousand people have no plan; I only sigh life is like the first time I saw ... ....