2. In the summer evening, the shepherd boy rode an ox and sang songs back to the village. Deep in the village, he saw smoke.
3. Rain hits trees and tiles, and the rhythm is crisp and audible. Especially the clang on the roof tiles, belongs to China's ancient music.
4. In the night without your voice, I will look through the short messages in my mobile phone, sweet short messages and happy words.
5, Jiao Yue, don't think that you are the brightest among the stars, so you are arrogant. In the face of the unknown, everything is insignificant.
6. Sometimes silence is the strongest voice of resistance! Only death can destroy fear. Fear comes from the unknown, and the unknown comes from death.
7. Spring rain is continuous, summer rain is choppy, autumn rain is desolate, and winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
8. The clouds giggled and stunned thousands of autumn leaves; Swallows flick, leaving a thousand layers of fine waves; The moon sings softly, waking up the sleeping night in my dream.
9. The morning is as beautiful as the sunset, but it will never bring people the same feeling. The morning brings hope and longing, while the sunset brings melancholy and sadness.
10, silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
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12, it rained in the sky. From that high sky, it kept raining. The world is shrouded in rain again, and it becomes hazy and fuzzy again.
13, I think you have had many lingering feelings with a bright smile and under your gentle embrace! After all, I failed you, and I only regret having a soul in my life.
14, many people transit in Qian Fan before they know how to love a person and a group of people. I don't want those right loves to be wrong, because I didn't know love when I was young.
15, reminiscing about the past, Wang Zhaojun's sister returned to Nanjun, Ban Jieyu Changxin Palace Lantern, Dong E Fei's thousand-mile injury to the city, Chen Yuanyuan Forbidden Dream, Tang Wan Yanyu Garden, and the wonderful beacon tower.
16, the summer rain is rushing, and the street has become a stream. The barefoot boy drew a white arc with his little feet in the shallow whirlpool. The tender face is full of happiness.
17. Only when we set out will we reach our ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only when you sow will you reap. Only by pursuing can we taste honest people.
18, I've spent a lot of time in my life. That person was gone that year, and what I said that day has gone with the flow. Brother Zhu, a brothel today, is hard to return to his hometown. Blood-stained Xia Hong returned to the shore that was cut off yesterday, and the young lady turned white.
19, the sea lost its majesty without the rolling of huge waves; The desert has lost its splendor without the wild dance of flying sand; If life loses its true direction, it loses its meaning.
20. Sitting on the hill, looking at the smoke, my restless heart fluttered in the air with the smoke, and all my worries and snobbery fled without a trace under the spread of the smoke. There was no more philistinism and hypocrisy in my soul, and I gradually calmed down.
2 1. Before sunset, we strode after the golden sunshine. When the sunset disappears her last scenery in the sky, we should put on the bright moonlight and rush to the next destination to welcome the morning.
22. The moon brings vitality, brilliance and confidence to the dark night. She can make the sky as quiet as a mirror, as beautiful as a jewel-encrusted ribbon and as blue as the sea … Open your eyes. This is not a movie, but a masterpiece of the moon.
23, the breeze is blowing, sparkling, fragrant, exquisite and graceful. Lotus leaves roll in the wind, lotus flowers dance, delicate and elegant charm and delicate posture, shy and shy, just like a virgin, eyebrows and almond eyes, which makes people feel pity and gives birth to some tenderness.
24. In winter, riding the autumn wind, it is not as colorful as spring, as rich and beautiful as summer, and as fruitful as autumn. When it comes to winter, many people will think of its cold and depression. Actually, it's not. This is the characteristic of winter.
25. Clear the frost with me and sleep well tonight. Even if I look through the autumn water, I just miss you again and again. Roll a light cream on the curtain in the morning, and try plum makeup by hand. Each has his own grievances, so the painting is long. When you know there is still a long way to go, you won't be lonely.
26. The moon is full, sunny and round, people have joys and sorrows, and life is uncertain. There are four seasons in a year. Through the long night, you can see the dawn and suffering. You can have happiness and endure the cold winter. You don't have to hibernate and fall into the cold plum. You can look forward to the new year.
27, the moon through the window lattice, my mind can't see. I miss my dreams and the feelings I can't let go. A poem sings with tears, telling the heartache that can't be left: I look forward to my loved ones for thousands of miles, but I can't meet them in my dreams, and the paper money curled up in the wind leaves a bunch of thoughts.
28. Bing Xin said: "Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing at any time, blooming at any time, decorating this long journey with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears will not fall, but they will not feel sad."
29. Classical and graceful words are pulling the vines of thoughts and stirring my tenderness, forcing me to walk into the wet long road on this blurred moonlit night, softly calling for the beauty of the water side, and looking for one side to live in the misty rain south of the Yangtze River in the depths of drunken dreams.
30, in each other's hurried years. Maybe it didn't bring a wave, but it was like a shadow, and we all know it. Maybe we all know. Such a parting may make us never see each other again among more than one billion people, but our figure will be remembered by those who care.
3 1, Himalayan mountains go straight into the sky, but there are climbers' flags on them; The Sahara desert is endless, but there are footprints of hikers inside; There are thousands of cliffs in the Alps, but there are explorers among them; The Yarlung Zangbo River is swift and mighty, but there are stories of brave people in it.
32. The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, gently kissing people's faces, slightly itchy; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas, like sails, float and sink in the misty rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
33, a secluded path, twists and turns will always arouse the yearning for relaxation; Huge waves can make a thrilling sound when the tide rises and falls; A story, but there is sadness in sadness; A kind of life, ups and downs, China shows a shocking grandeur.
34. The drizzle is erratic, and Castle Peak seems to be wearing a thin white gauze skirt. The rugged mountain peak, in the spring rain, looks like a graceful country girl. Her bright eyes are as clear as mountain spring water, and the floral cloth room is mixed with the floral fragrance of Shan Ye.
35, the heart is like a lotus, quiet inside. Driving a canoe, playing a flute, from the depths of the pond, holding a lotus flower in my arms, like a pink girl, crystal clear, slim, charming, happy, loving, pitying, floral fragrance into my heart, tender feelings at the end.
36. The fragrance wafts like a poem. Like the lotus of water, it has the nature of nature. A word "light" explains the heart. Being in Holland is as quiet as a lotus. The glitz of the world and the disturbance of the world are all outside the world of mortals, leaving only the purity, calmness, serenity and fragrance of the lotus in my heart.
37. Without the depth of the blue sky, there can be the elegance of white clouds; Without the magnificence of the sea, there can be the elegance of the stream; Without the fragrance of Yuan Ye, there can be green grass. There is no place for a bystander in life. We can always find our own place, our own light source and our own voice.
38. When the young eagle is still hungry in its nest and looks at the blue sky and white clouds, it has a dream, that is, flapping its wings, fighting with the blue sky and dancing with the white clouds; When the fine horse rested in the fence and held its head high and hissed, it also had a dream, that is, it bravely hoofed the wild and galloped the world.
39. Autumn rain keeps falling, like smoke and fog. Wet the straw for the fire, and also wet the heart of a woman who doesn't comb her hair for the fire. A wisp of blue smoke spiraled up to the roof. The man at home is still sleeping on the kang. Yu Qiu knew that people were tired of harvesting and planting in autumn, so he let them have a good rest.
40. That green bamboo forest, fireflies flying, grotesque stones, and a cool breeze with a few bamboo leaves, flows eastward with the stream and flows to an unknown distance. Looking back, do you still have the circle carved on the tree when you were a child? Are those restless crows still talking about the desolation and sadness of dark and windy nights?
4 1, maybe you are just a small seedling, but as long as you persevere. Will eventually become a towering tree; Maybe you are just a trickle, but as long as you persevere, you will eventually embrace the sea; Maybe you are just a young eagle, but as long as you aim high and fall a few times, you will eventually fly in the blue sky.
42. The sky is so vast that birds can fly freely and find their dreams. The sea is so vast that fish can roam freely and explore the boundless world. Whether it is flowers, trees, people or animals, they all have their own pursuits. Perhaps, they don't act, just because they are still hesitating.
43. "The flower of success, people only marvel at its present brilliance; The initial buds were soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice. " Each of us is eager for success, so when we are just starting, we should use our own unrepentant efforts to water the budding seeds.
44. Gone days are like withered leaves and petals. What disappears is the innocence and romance of youth. I don't remember how much rain is floating on my chest and the wind is ringing in my ears. I only know that vicissitudes of life have already penetrated my heart and climbed up my face. A person and the pursuit of peers, ups and downs are companions, and hardships are also companions.
Time flies, time flies. Mamba River has a long history. There is also the mossy water mill, which is covered with stars, Dai Yue, wind and frost, rain and snow. In the course of time, we watched the river flow away. It was as beautiful as a little darling, as beautiful as warm spring, as light as Xia Feng, as quiet as autumn and as pure as flying snow.
46. I like rain. Whenever it rains, I always like to sit by the window alone and listen to the drizzle. I always like to walk alone in the rain and listen to the sound of drizzle. I always want to experience the tenderness of spring rain, the enthusiasm of summer rain, the lingering of autumn rain and the helplessness of winter rain in the delicate sound of rain.
47. Every drop of water reflects a colorful world, every pair of eyes is embedded in a colorful world, and every melodious stream shines with the brilliance of beauty. Don't sigh the world's helplessness, look at the world's prosperity and colorful with a good mood, and savor the beauty everywhere!
48. Listening to the pull of the silk thread, the vibration of the flute, knocking on the Ding Dong, and cutting the chaos, the layers of waves always remind people of the rain. With the complex of rain, I miss it quietly. At a glance, I have a good memory of the old dreams in the four seasons. Only when you are alone can you tell yourself where you are.
49. You said that Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. You said chutian was thousands of miles away in the clear autumn. Now, how can I find you after the snow runs out? You told a big lie. Time has passed, and I am obsessed with it. I am still looking at 100,000 uneven families. In this life, I have been struggling to follow your footsteps, but yesterday's wind and frost are still there, and today's smile is hard to return.
50. Although you are still a seedling. However, as long as you persevere, you will eventually become a towering tree; Although you are only a trickle now, as long as you persevere, you will eventually embrace the sea; Although you are only a young eagle now, as long as you aim high and fall a few times, you will eventually occupy the blue sky.
5 1. One frog after another in the field outside the window. When I was young, I walked through the green bridge slate countless times, but now it has gradually drifted away. On the night of light summer, accompanied by familiar songs, I returned to the bottom of my pen, missed the light summer countless times, reversed the fleeting time and loved the tranquility of the night. Long time no see, old times, long time no see, the peace in June.
52. Flowing into the river, half the river is rustling and half the river is red. This is extremely red, but your blood, or tears oozing from the corner of your eyes, has left an eternal mystery, and I will never be able to see a secret. Yes, the nine-song chain you arranged only needs a wisp of moss to untie it. The funny thing is that I wore it for several years and returned empty-handed.
53. The spring breeze brought the spring rain, and the drizzle fell on the clock tree hanging in front of the window. Water drops condense on the branches and leaves, shining under the lamp, falling to the ground like crystal beads, beating like strings, beautiful and sweet; Fine drizzle strings into silk threads, passing through the bamboo forest outside the window, rustling and singing softly, which is the feeling of rain at night.
54. In April, flowers bloom and fall, the willows are graceful, the water is clear and the mountains are green, and the grass is flourishing. In April, I miss the wind, spring is full, and the colorful season is slightly sad. I miss growing up in the lush spring of April, beating my heartache that I can't peel off-it's a deep memory of my mother.
55, a curtain of dreams, dreams sent to the lotus pond. Calm in the world of mortals, proudly in the wind and rain. Let the world ebb and flow, lonely, quiet and serene. Gorgeous in the corner of the lotus pond, fiery under the green leaves, unobtrusive, impetuous, calm life, no desire, no desire, this is the character of the lotus.
56. Qushui is flowing and intertwined in a winding stream. Pen and ink, poetry, scenery and Ran Ran's feelings come to mind. Just such a scene, such a scene, never, never see again. The realm of imagination, the feeling of imagination, and the scene of imagination suddenly moved away from my heart. Standing on the gazebo, the cold wind suddenly woke up the sky. It turned out that I was too nostalgic.
57. Looking around, pairs of butterflies flying freely, vines green with love and colorful wildflowers are full of spiritual comfort, fragrant and refreshing, and whatever they smell is a little sweet; Warm and soft spring sunshine, sprinkled on the body, quietly reading, slowly intoxicated, but my heart sprouted a different kind of peace. ...
58. When you are alone, you will always miss the past; If love is not once, can I share joys and sorrows with you in your hard castle? Open the dusty memory, whenever the picture reappears, a bitter sigh will be added to my heart, and a melancholy ending will be remembered in the beating melody.
59. Is it necessary to answer that sentence: All beautiful moments are destined to count only in an instant. Buddha said, in this short life, this romantic moment, what did you see and remember? The real miss is to remember, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road; The real regret is to meet each other, but Ling Bo can't cross the pond.
60. The rhyme of spring is not a flurry, but it can moisten everything; It is not a scorching sun, but it can thaw life; Summer flowers are not brilliant, but they can spread hope. Spring breeze, like mother's exhortation, is gentle and warm, and flows into our hearts, where we plant a seed, blow up moist water vapor, and inject life power into it.
6 1, stepping out of the door, the falling raindrops hit people's faces and bodies, which made people tremble, and it was another autumn rain. The sky is gray, without clarity and brightness, the air seems to have stopped flowing, and the space between heaven and earth seems to have been compressed a lot, becoming very close, with only a little rain line and cold temperature.
62. Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
63. Walking in light rain is even more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently beats the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart, even Richard. Clyde's elegant melody like Whispering in Autumn flowing under the piano is also unparalleled. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.
64. Tea was given to him by local tea farmers when he went to Huangshan Mountain in southern Anhui last year to sketch. I still remember getting separated from my classmates at the top of the mountain. There is no signal on the mobile phone in the mountain again. I walk around halfway up the mountain, thinking about going to the thin cloud and being afraid of getting lost. It is very passive to stay where I am. At that time, the brain nerves were tangled and contradictory. It's already dark and I'm worried.
65. Overlooking the mountains at the proudly exposed peak, commanding, always gives people the pleasure of "infinite scenery on the dangerous peak". In midsummer, at the foot of the mountain, flowers bloom, cattle and sheep flock, rare birds and animals are everywhere, and crazy green spreads on the vast grassland here. It is here that an endless river is bred, which is called Mamba River by local people.
66. Perhaps the misfortune of fate is destined to crush your colorful dreams; Perhaps the ruthlessness of heaven and earth will eventually put down a person's day-to-day efforts, or perhaps many incomprehensible but real obstacles and setbacks have already turned vigorous struggle and indomitable front into sadness and loneliness, so please reflect on yourself in suffering!
67. On a summer night, dancing with the wind and thinking about it, the long field path will have no end. /kloc-I have never let go for 0/6 years, just because this is my destiny, there will always be fireflies along the way, and there will be no loneliness in those shallow summer days. In the dark, it's like taking a nap in front of the bookcase. In fact, I have long understood that this is my favorite June dialogue.
68. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!
We need a fire to keep warm when it is covered with snow and ice. When the night is boundless, we need a little starlight to keep warm; When the future is boundless, we need a navigation light to keep warm ... In the four seasons, what we can't filter out is worry and sadness, and what we can't get rid of is hardship and pain. In cold weather, what can we use to warm ourselves and stand in the wind? Leave some sincerity to keep yourself warm!
70. Sunset in Xishan, falling flowers follow Shui Piao; Some people say that "all encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation." And time is always so clear, doomed to escape, lost and never come back. Time left me only endless memories. After several years of wind and rain, it has gathered into a jumping wave, turning up the ripples of memory in my heart. Whenever I look back, I will still be hurt by fragments like the sea.
7 1. If I were a bird, I would remember the nest when I was born. If I were a sapling, I would never forget to nourish my land. If I were a river, the snowy plateau would be a brand in my memory. If ... no matter what I am, no matter how I exist, I can forget everything around me and even abandon myself, but one thing is indelible.
72. If you only see the black spots of the sun, your life will lack warmth; If you only see the shadow of the moon, it is difficult to find light in your life; If you always find the shortcomings of your friends, it will be difficult for you to find a bosom friend in your life journey; Similarly, if you always want to be perfect, assuming that your wish can really come true, then your biggest shortcoming is that you have no shortcomings.
73. Whenever it is the season of picking peas, farmers shuttle between vegetable boxes in the green fields, adding a flowing ditty to the original colorful freehand brushwork picture. Picked peas, green, flat and bulging beans in the middle. As the car selling peas drove out of the alley beside the ridge, the farmer smiled, the village smiled, the sunset blushed with laughter, and the crescent moon leaned out a crack.
74. In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
75. Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the heart is sunny; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power; It can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and be engraved into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.
76. Notes like little angels, with a little smile and a little naughty, slipped through my fingers and formed a beautiful movement like a rainbow. The notes are soft, one by one, and the player's mood is gently sung through mellow music. As a result, sweet notes seem to be full of the smell of flowers. My whole body cells are intoxicated in the arms of notes, like drinking sweet Hua San.
77. Most of the roots and flowers are not beautiful, but most of the flowers are dazzling and beautiful. It is precisely because of these ugly roots and flower roots that trees are lush, peonies are beautiful, osmanthus flowers are overflowing, and plum blossoms are proud of snow ... The world has become colorful because of the beauty of roots. Actually, we are the same. Appearance is just a kind of decoration, and it is the beauty that really expresses itself.
78. Or, go to the nearby pond and watch the fish play in the water and the lotus sprout. All kinds of fish swim freely and happily in their own kingdom, playing around and chasing each other for fear of falling behind. Everyone is not to be outdone. At this time, you will be very happy and happy with them. Sit still and be happy. A woman immersed in such a wonderful artistic conception, everything is so quiet, so natural, elegant and beautiful. ...
79. Although I am an ordinary person, I can't tell the loneliness and melancholy of autumn rain, the tenderness and lingering of spring rain, and the enthusiasm and heroism of summer rain, but I like rain, like listening to rain through the window, like listening to rain in the bamboo forest, like listening to rain in the small building, and even my blog name is Wu Tong listening to rain ... because crystal beads can cover the noise of the world and nourish everything in the world.
80. The deep feeling of lovesickness rolling in the wind and rain strongly impacted Liu Yiyun's mind, which he thought was already numb. The long and deep acacia buried in his heart for ten years gradually woke up, and the awakened acacia suddenly grew like hay in spring. Fierce long acacia filled Liu Yiyun's chest, and his chest gave birth to heartbreaking pain. A word of pain, how to describe her thoughts of Qin Feng with ten years of wind and rain? Full of vicissitudes of life, how can we indulge in the bitter wind and rain that fell on our hearts when we missed Qin Feng for decades?