Evening is quiet, arrival, and beautiful people are often tired when they leave. The moon is covered with shadows, and the ends of the earth are separated by two bronze bells.
The second song
Flowers flow down the stream, and rain falls into the river on a cold night. The breeze is more seamless, and the sweet wind chimes flow in my heart.
The third song
Mourning tombs touch and turn to sorrow, and spring breeze is the medium of rope magpie. HongLing is tied with wind chimes, and the wind blows jade to send beauty.
The first ancient poem about wind chimes
Evening is quiet, arrival, and beautiful people are often tired when they leave. The moon is covered with shadows, and the ends of the earth are separated by two bronze bells.
The second song
Flowers flow down the stream, and rain falls into the river on a cold night. The breeze is more seamless, and the sweet wind chimes flow in my heart.
The third song
Mourning tombs touch and turn to sorrow, and spring breeze is the medium of rope magpie. HongLing is tied with wind chimes, and the wind blows jade to send beauty.
What are the ancient poems with "wind chimes"? The day I left you
You're afraid I'm lonely
Draw me a pair of wind chimes
hold one's own
You and the window lattice of my heart,
So, every time * * *
Will evoke dusty memories.
Away from your days
Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters.
Wind chimes in my heart
Still have my thoughts.
A windless day
Wind chimes in my heart
I can still feel your voice ringing the bell.
The wind chimes on the window lattice are always ringing.
I dare not stop.
How can a heart bear the call of wind chimes in your hand?
There are no ancient poems, only modern poems.
I have a string of wind chimes to correct Qiong Yao's poems. The correct content is "I have a wind chime".
I have a wind chime, Jingle! Jingle. Jingle.
It tells my heart how much I hope and how much I expect.
How many endless lovesickness and madness.
Beauty grows old, youth is not long, old dreams are like smoke, and new worries are born.
Ask a person where you are. Can you hear my calling and missing?
-Water
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The first poem describing wind chimes
Evening is quiet, arrival, and beautiful people are often tired when they leave. The moon is covered with shadows, and the ends of the earth are separated by two bronze bells.
The second song
Flowers flow down the stream, and rain falls into the river on a cold night. The breeze is more seamless, and the sweet wind chimes flow in my heart.
The third song
Mourning tombs touch and turn to sorrow, and spring breeze is the medium of rope magpie. HongLing is tied with wind chimes, and the wind blows jade to send beauty.
Who can give me some poems about wind chimes? If the prose is not too long, you'd better write wind chimes. Author: For all. Date of publication: July 29th, 2008 14: 36 Times of reading: 162. Inscription: Is it true that all the words can't express your current thoughts, so you should choose a silent way to show that you have nothing. Love is my primitive wasteland this season. The eternal silence in the sky announces your silence. You should choose the mysterious road that you have never seen before, leading to the untraceable shore. If silence is a prophecy like meeting, it is your silent prophecy. What kind of commitment should be fulfilled with a lifetime of faith? If you fulfill your promise, you will regret it for a lifetime. Is it still worth it? For thousands of years, when you fall in love with the tragedy you shouldn't love, there will always be new silence. Waiting for love to sprout in each other's hearts, the boundless sky can't hold a small wish. Why does your heart never cool the overpass of fate and show unparalleled moments and accidents of life? Autumn and winter come to this season, and we meet quietly across the night sky of meteors, mixed with sadness and joy. Love is a trace, lost in the midnight gossip. My naive and blind oath is like a lost journey. It is your soul that shines, not your charm. I like your beautiful face and gentle figure, but more importantly, the light emitted by your holy soul conquered the silent season, like a century song falling in a dream of bustling flowing water. Dancing love will brew a Song Like wind chime through the rose season of hyacinthus orientalis youth.
The first ancient poem about wind chimes
Evening is quiet, arrival, and beautiful people are often tired when they leave. The moon is covered with shadows, and the ends of the earth are separated by two bronze bells.
The second song
Flowers flow down the stream, and rain falls into the river on a cold night. The breeze is more seamless, and the sweet wind chimes flow in my heart.
The third song
Mourning tombs touch and turn to sorrow, and spring breeze is the medium of rope magpie. HongLing is tied with wind chimes, and the wind blows jade to send beauty.
The first poem describing wind chimes
Evening is quiet, arrival, and beautiful people are often tired when they leave. The moon is covered with shadows, and the ends of the earth are separated by two bronze bells.
The second song
Flowers flow down the stream, and rain falls into the river on a cold night. The breeze is more seamless, and the sweet wind chimes flow in my heart.
The third song
The weeping willows touch each other, and the spring breeze is the medium of rope magpie. HongLing is tied with wind chimes, and the wind blows jade to send beauty.
Who can give me some articles and poems about wind chimes ... unbreakable purple wind chimes (prose)?
When I was very young, there used to be a string of purple wind chimes. The wind chime is not mine, but a mute sister's. As far as I can remember, she always stood at a distance and watched us children play. A string of purple glass wind chimes hung on their balcony. Whenever spring comes, when I play in the yard with my children, we can hear the jingle of wind chimes on their balcony. Accompanied by wind chimes, my friends were having fun, but I was surprised to see a girl older than me standing at a distance watching us. Sometimes, she will watch us play on the balcony. What interests me is not the way she looks at herself, but the sound of wind chimes. My mother said to me, "She is not like us. She can only talk with her hands. " I asked, "Why can she only talk with her hands?" Mother said nothing.
When I was a child, I was interested in everything, insects on the ground, leaves on trees, conversations with neighbors in the yard, and glass marbles in boys' hands. However, since the dumb sister hung up the wind chimes, my soul seems to have followed the sound of the wind chimes. When I am tired of playing, I will stop, calm down for a while and stay in the yard to listen. I began to hate this dumb woman on a sunny afternoon. At that time, many dragonflies flew in. It flew over and stopped on the stone table in the yard. I caught it. Just when I was so happy, she ran over and took my dragonfly. I was really anxious. I said, "Give me back my dragonfly, give me back my dragonfly." She was so excited that she faltered, as if she wanted to take a closer look, but if I didn't give it to her, she grabbed it, and I grabbed it ... The dragonfly died, and her hands kept shaking with fear, as if to apologize to me. I cried, crying and shouting "I want you to pay, I want you to pay." I couldn't clean up my tears, and then I went to my mother to cry. My mother was cooking, and when she saw me crying into a tearful eye, she scolded her. I saw her leave silently in my misty eyes. After that, I saw her in the yard and spat at her. Sometimes I let my friends throw stones at her, and I even nicknamed her "dumb wind chime".
I went to school. My mother sent me to school in the first grade of primary school, and I was dragged into the classroom by force. I remember I finished my first class in tears. The students in the classroom read aloud "Snow and ice melt, fruit trees blossom", and I was crying at the same time. Once, I came home from school and there was no one at home. I climbed onto the stone table in the yard with my schoolbag on my back to play. I accidentally fell off the stone table, my head was broken, and I was unconscious immediately. In the hospital bed, I woke up and I was startled by the man sitting next to me. I saw my enemy sitting in front of me. It's that dumb woman peeling apples. I suddenly realized that I didn't hate her so much. I feel a warm and kind breath in her body. She motioned to me with her hand, as if to tell me to lie still. After a while, my parents came, and they eagerly asked me if it hurt. Someone asked me if I remember anything before. Then I heard from the doctor that it was delivered in time. If I come late, my memory may be affected by excessive blood loss. Fortunately, the wound is not too deep, otherwise my life would be in jeopardy. Mother looked at the dumb girl and shed tears with excitement. After living for more than a month, he was discharged from hospital healthily.
After this incident, I found that this dumb girl, who is five years older than me, no longer bothers me so much. On the contrary, I always think she has beautiful eyes, a pointed nose and a Zhang Wenjing face. She is beautiful. Sometimes I wonder why I have never found her so beautiful and the string of wind chimes on her balcony. I always think that string of wind chimes is the best, especially when the wind blows and the wind chimes shake. Once, she helped others water flowers in the yard, and I ran over with a pen and paper. At that time, I was just able to write some words. I stood in front of her and looked at her. She turned to look at me. I bowed my head and wrote a few words, "Sister Fengling, next time it is windy, can you stand on the balcony when Fengling shakes?" She took the paper and wrote a few words with a smile. "Why?" I brought a piece of paper-> >;
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