First, when is the moon, ask the sky for wine; I don't drink all the ware, half-sound flavor is especially long; occasional fun in the wine, the empty cup is also often held. --Su Shi
Second, the Qin cooking but goat soup, Longzhuan have bear wax.
Fourth, the starch in the plaque was washed out long ago, however, the sunshine in the courtyard stayed on a few hours, moved in and out of a number of days. The radish slices are newly cut, white thin slices spread on the door, like hours of tile house cracks leaking in a column of light oval printed on the mud, mottled, layers and layers. There are also radishes cut into strips, rather like silverfish flashing on the surface of a sparkling lake.
Fifth, half of the night under the moon on the river, the beauty of the hand sizzling fish head, Yangzhou fresh bamboo shoots while the anchovies, rotten cooking spring breeze in early March; but there is Brasenia schreberi can be eaten, the next official also for the bite of the fish back; every household peeling spring bamboo shoots, cabbage, green salt and brown rice, tile pots of heavenly water and chrysanthemum tea. --Zheng Banqiao
Six, the perch fat and watermelon brittle spoon beauty, (Mai Qiao) cooked oil for the new cake fragrance. Since ancient times, people have been light on wealth and riches, but the taste of the countryside to remember their hometowns.
Seventh, the first trip to Tang'an meal barley, cooking into the carving Hu Mei. The first time I saw it, it was a big one, and it was a big one, and it was a big one.
Eight, today, you came to Qingyang, can not help but introduce you to our food in Qingyang. Qingyang's food culture has a long history, Huanchen lamb, Zhenyuan sugar oil cake, Heshui sugar circles, Zhengning tofu, and buckwheat chopped noodles, fried tempeh, pig's blood sausage, Ran noodles, taro Bra, Ma Renbao, stirring, sorghum rolls, cold noodles, oatmeal ZuoZhou, soil warm pot and so on. And Qingyang flavor snacks in Gansu, China's first food festival in Gansu with a unique local flavor won the title of Gansu famous feast.
Nine, Shu people expensive celery buds chopped, mixed turtledove meat.
Ten, follow the crowd, we came to the Mongolian barbecue area. This place can be really interesting! Smoke curls, waiters dressed in various Mongolian costumes, baked meat while dancing, happy and not happy. As I watched, I couldn't help but twist my body and dance too. There are so many different kinds of meat here, including beef, lamb, horse and even camel! I have never eaten camel meat, I do not know what it is like, I really want to try a bite ah!
eleven, how I wish you are a gourmet, I do a vacuum box, you will always be fresh in my heart, no one can, you are my exclusive memory.
twelve, the Yangtze River around the Guo know fish beautiful, good bamboo even mountains feel bamboo shoots fragrant.
XIII, Xinjin leeks the world, color as goose yellow more than three feet, Dongmen swine meat is more strange, fat and beautiful, not less than the Hu sheep pastry.
XIV, dumplings with green reed leaves wrapped in pure white glutinous rice and red dates, cooked, peeled off the reed leaves, only to see the rice ball as if embedded with a few deep red shiny agate, very nice.
XV, mountain warmth has no plum can be folded, river clear unique crab can hold.
XVI, mention Wenzhou, most of the electrical capital, wealth myth associated. Under the halo of those rapid economic development, the clear Oujiang River water probably flows with all the happy memories of the children's early childhood, as well as those who echoed in the alleyway of the brine, fried fish dry smell, will still be with the wind, the silk repeatedly fresh blowing up, constitute my thoughts about all the hometown feelings.
Seventeen, the color of the jade version of the cat's head bamboo shoots, taste up to the hump ox tail scarlet.
18. From the moment you enter the kitchen, you have the responsibility of cooking. It's not about experience or position.
nineteen, the east gate to buy swine bones, minced meat sauce point orange allium. Steamed chicken is the most well-known, and the beauty is not counting fish and turtles.
XX, those ice candy gourds red, glittering in the sunlight, I do not know how many children attracted the thirsty eyes.
Twenty-one, daily bite lychee 300, do not quit long to do Lingnan people.
Twenty-two, I brought the water bottle, pouring boiling water in the tea cups, at once, the water in the Longjing tea as millions of small fish up and down, it is very beautiful.
Twenty-three, small chaos, a small, thin skin, as long as the open water in a fish, can be served into the bowl, eat a bite, good fresh!
Twenty-four, I always looked at my grandmother's busy figure, looking at those duck tongues, duck palms, chicken claws in the grandmother's hands to change, until put into the stew pot. I always lie down by the stove, sniffing, smelling more and more thick brine aroma. The good thing about being around is that when it's almost done, Grandma will always pick up a piece of duck palm, put it on the edge of her mouth and gently blow on it, and then stuff it into my mouth: "Greedy boy, taste good or not?
Twenty-five, the Yangtze River around the Guo know fish beautiful, good bamboo even mountains feel bamboo shoots fragrant.
Twenty-six, siu mai in the turquoise color, through the steamed paper-thin crust, as if emerald general. Gently bite into a mouthful of skin a little will be broken, eat inside by the shrimp, leeks and eggs made of vegetable velvet, refreshing and moist. Eat down the mouth is still full of shrimp flavor, it can be said that the teeth and cheeks.
The daily bite of lychee three hundred, do not quit long to do Lingnan people.
Sichuan people expensive celery buds chopped, mixed turtledove meat.
Qin cooking only goat soup, Longzhuan bear wax.
The Yangtze River is surrounded by the beautiful fish, and the good bamboo is fragrant with bamboo shoots.
The East Gate is a place where you can buy swine bones and minced meat and sauce with orange and scallions. The most famous of all is the steamed chicken, and the most beautiful of all is the fish and turtle.
The first time I visited Tang'an, I had to eat barley, which was not less beautiful than the carving of a carrot. It is as big as amaranth and as white as jade, and it is as slippery as a flowing spoon, and the fragrance fills the house.
The perch is fat, the mushroom is crisp, the spoon is beautiful, (Mai Qiao) cooked oil is new cake fragrance. The old days of the rich and famous, but the old days of the countryside, the old days of the countryside, the old days of the countryside, the old days of the countryside.
The water is not used, and the fomentation of smoke from the wood is not allowed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The rich won't eat it, and the poor don't know how to cook it. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do with it.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
I ask you how you can do it, but you are far away from your own place.
The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to see the South Mountain at ease.
The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds fly with each other.
There is a true meaning in this, which I want to recognize and forget to say.
Bamboo shoots with pork
No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin.
Bamboo shoots and pork.
Yao Tai Moon (瑤台月)
Floating fame and fortune. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. The universe is a vast place, and many people are foolish and foolish. All the labor life, all day greed, competing against death, running around stagnant. Watch the rabbit, contempt for the world. A hundred years of life, a spring sleep. Wasted money. The wine is as full as a cup of wine, and the stream is sent to the drunkenness. Help the four big chat to strengthen the spirit. Discuss the rich and famous. Whenever you visit, out of the valley Taoist games. Theater effect of rampant, outside the object chanting. Celebrate the hot and slippery flavor in the cup. Open your arms and forget your worries. Relieve their anger and frustrate them. Remote to. The pines and the cranes, the years are long.
Clear mind mirror (Qiu Shi Ji)
Ghosts and gods captured, whipping and kneeling. I am so worried that I have opened my eyes, and I want to think of a clever plan. The mirror of karma hangs high in front of me, so how can I avoid the wrongdoers? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. It's not like the old days when I used to smell and taste good. The three coats let a hundred poisons ling late, regeneration
Suo shrimp (Tang Yanqian)
Gushu more purple shrimp, the only Hanyang excellent. The production in the four seasons, very beautiful in the fall.
Double-clamped and bearded, when the top draws a spear. The first time I saw him, he was a man of the world, and he was a man of the world.
So the food is served on a platter, and the food is listed with the same treasures.
This is the first time I have ever seen a movie that was so good that I could not believe it.
The name of this book is "Fishing" and "Hooking".
I am tired of drinking a lot of delicious food, but this is the only place where my heart is in the same place. The name of the title is a title of a man who has been in love with his father for a long time, and who has been in love with his mother for a long time.
We used to pick up a cup and think of it, and then the mouth was full of saliva. I have not been able to find a place for them in the world.
The generous Hu Yinjun, is he willing to share his favor?
The eight voices of Ganzhou (Wang Zhe)
In the world of coolness, it is very different, and there is a different wind. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. There is no stagnation in the flow, and the upside down is all clear. The white gas is full of intestines, helping to start the original, only to deep poverty. When the time is clear, the coming and going to know the west and east. By virtue of the Fangzhi, sympathetic appearance, this kind of shape out of the high poor. The world has become a place where the light shines through, and the sky is clear forever.
Hundred and One Poems XVIII (Ying Chu)
Fenglong gives us delicious food.
The people of Hong Kong are only eating raw meat.
The deer is singing and spitting out wild flowers.
There is nothing sweet in eating alone.
The ring cake
The jade color is even when rubbed by the slender hand, and the yellow color is deep when fried in the blue oil.
At night, the spring sleeper knows the weight of the cake, and flattens it.
八宝粥
All the people of the world learn to live a long life, but they don't realize that the long life is in the present.
I got the easy method of Wanqiu, and I only eat congee to the immortals.
The eight treasures
The peak of the purple camel out of the green kettle, the water essence of the plate line of vegetative scales;
The rhino chopsticks eat a lot of long time has not been under the luan knife cut the strands of the air;
The yellow gate of the bridle does not move the dust, the imperial chef deduction to send the eight treasures.
Bamboo Shoots and Red Fish
The bamboo shoots come out of the boat, and the red fish come into the food.
The beautiful sentence describing the early winter _ beautiful sentence
a. There are four seasons in a year, each season has a different scenery, and I like the magnificent scenery of the winter when it snows the most. In winter, the snow people seem to come to a quiet and elegant realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world.
Second, in early winter, looking at the orchard with sparse leaves, thinking of fruit farmers full of cellar to be sold fruit, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the heart; looking at the green wheat field, thinking of next year's heavy wheat ears, a harvest scene in front of us, the confusion of the fall suddenly without a trace.
Third, close, close, the snowy season is coming, a fog in the morning with the beginning of winter silently shrouded in this has not opened the sleepy eyes of the Jiangnan city, open the window, everywhere is a white piece, not as pure and white as the snow, but more poetic than the snow, it is like a veil, if any, quietly covered in the city's sky, to the quiet of the small city, put on a light, a light, a light, a light, a light, a light, a light, a light. The city has already been quiet, covered with a trace of tranquility, covered with a trace of elusive mystery.
Fourth, in early winter, looking at the orchards with sparse leaves, thinking of farmers full of cellar fruits for sale, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the heart.
Fifth, after the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agate branches and jade leaves, powdered jade, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene.
Six, the moon in early winter, very early in the water color sprinkled on the street, the faint string of the moon halo, only a little bit of hanging in the branches, that the rest of the, no hanging, and eventually fell. Fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, tassel-like to overflow, in the night flow, making the city is full of the flavor of the moon.
Seven, perhaps, this is the most beautiful fog I have seen in winter! Early winter mornings are always the most beautiful and dazzling! That's a priceless treasure that belongs to me, a treasure that will always belong only to me, and of course I'm willing to enjoy it with everyone ****! No matter how confusing and dark the road ahead is, you have to have faith that you will be able to walk on it! So that you can push through that veil of confusion in your mind. Try to find the most beautiful scenery in your heart! As the early winter morning like this!
Eight, aspen trees upright upward, green leaves in the beginning of the yellowing leaves dotted, seems to be just the feeling of early fall. Roadside French sycamore yellow leaves more up, the wind up place, drifting down a few pieces, but also just the meaning of the autumn wind sweeping down the leaves. Street Park in the Longjiao acacia, the head is still on top of the strange green hat, seems to be so spirited; a pomegranate tree, has been full of golden tree, sparse leaves are also dotted with a few red face, open mouth smile pomegranate, as if in the improvement of people's state of mind and happy.
Nine, can not tell whether it is early winter or late fall, December, the sun's gesture of joy, the memory of the cycle of seasons is not so smooth, sunshine is also a kind of happiness, a kind of comfort that will be addicted to the fingertips of the flow of the year entwined with thoughts, and the sunshine entwined with the more and more sleepy. The delicate little dog barking, natural sense of pleasure sublimation, the dead tree is also an old man, tears whimpered his upheaval. Light and shadow fade from the treetops to the water, through the love of sugar paper, light powder filled the sky. Evergreen plant strings turn over the years, lonely things, leaning alone in the sky, rustling fall, worry about parting, forgetting about each other, who would like to be a piece of paper love and warmth, holding the other side of the years with the world. Dreaming of a dream, want to look forward to the idea, wind, frost, rain and snow, half a year cloud dream.
Ten, the early winter morning is a beautiful, wonderful morning. Early in the morning, open the door, only to see everything in front of them are covered in a layer of misty veil, even the rising sun also hidden its bright and colorful face, leaving only a circle of red, confused through some red light.
eleven, the wind blew across the face, a little cold feeling but not enough to blow my warm hands into cold hands, people on the road have put on long sleeves and jackets, but can not hide the children's happiness and expectations.
twelve, some people say that early winter is gray, because as soon as this time, the whole city over the sky is always gray, no sunshine, no vitality; also said that it is yellow, there is no spring and summer in the fields of the scenery, only after the harvest left a large area of yellow; there are also said that this is an uncomfortable season, there is no spring energy, no summer heat, and no autumn passion, and even less cold winter to the extent that it is not a season. There are also people who say that this is an uncomfortable season, without the vigor of spring, without the fire of summer, without the passion of autumn, and without the cold of winter. But who can think of, this is a transitional season, its mission is to let people from the nostalgia of the warmth of the gradual adaptation to the process, which is like a person from the comfort of the process of slowly moving towards the ordeal, which brings people to the prelude to the advent of winter.
XIII, early winter, cycling or walking on the way to work, Fengming Square charming dance, light melody, everywhere reveals a healthy smile.
XIV, early winter, the morning of Xijian Yangchun is beautiful. The distant mountains and near villages are covered with a layer of thick smoke. After the sun, the ground frozen overnight frost, began to dissolve, bubbling hot. On the stalks of grain, on the haystacks, the heat rose slowly, while the smoke from the cooking fires was like a thin veil wrapped around the tops of the trees. The earth was bright, and a double set of carriages greeted the avenue and galloped into the village.
XV, early winter is not the winter of the vegetation, only cold and dry wind blowing, and do not see the sunshine of the cloudy days, but it is beautiful, people began to dress up with beautiful warm winter clothes at the same time, but also beautify the early winter season. This season is not too cold, only in the morning the temperature is slightly lower, but the cold is quite spiritual, fresh air inhaled into the lungs, cool, cool, such as ice water refreshing lungs, because it is not yet in the winter's sake, flowers, plants and trees are still present in the late fall of the scene, not at all the feeling of winter to the people of the ragged and withering, the ground of the grass is still quite a spirit of a point of green, in this green, there are a few not afraid of the cold! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
sixteen, the first rain of early winter, last night, without realizing it fell. It has not stopped until now. The silk of the rain makes people feel the coldness of winter. The rain puts the pale, the world of the depression has become smoky, can't see the sky dome also can't see the earth. Only so yellow leaves floating in those smoky rain.
seventeen, the sky gray, covering my vision. The distant pylons, rolling hills, vaguely see a few points of light, like fluorescent bugs like a flash. The skyscrapers, all in a hazy fog. Nothing could be seen clearly. The earth is immersed in the cold early winter, even the cars on the street can not be seen, blurred.
18, early winter morning is full of vigor. That Xi's north wind blowing the branches of the trees! It seems to welcome the arrival of winter! Perhaps, I have a love for winter! The wind has become warm!
nineteen, the morning of early winter, a white fog, from a thin point of view, the fog has been frost. After the autumn wind after pruning the willow withered poplar, suddenly became powdered, elegant and lovely. The lake is vast, bubbling with white gas. The frosty sky sets off the nearby mountains more and more bright and quiet. Pathside grass, top layer of soft thick new frost, become so white and mysterious. The thousands of branches in front of me, was dry and hard as iron, no poetry, but overnight face new fresh, ting ting charming, quiet as a virgin. The thick and even frost powder, reminding me of Lin Daiyu's innocence I marveled at this nature's wonderful pen more than!
XX, winter, the last of the four seasons of the year, the most omen next year's season of light.
XXI, the pine of the fragrance, the snow of the ice incense, give people a kind of cool comfort. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is also in the purification, become pure and beautiful.
Twenty-two, day after day, October finally passed, it is a continuous gray and gloomy days, the wind stopped, only to re-introduce a more dark dense clouds fluttering wind has been rolled away under the gray sky leaves, naked countryside, only deep and long silence, which silence swept over the crows cawing to report a bitterly cold winter.
Twenty-three, the snow in the scenery is magnificent, the sky and the earth is a color, can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
Twenty-four, early winter fog, in the blue sky, how holy ah! Look at the distant mountains on the high ground, completely hidden in the fog, the fog also wrapped around the mountain, like a delicate jade belt, gently don't in the mountains, but also to the mountains wrote on the majestic, solemn a few strokes, as if the mountains more than the warp to the quiet, the woods in the mountains quiet, the grass in the mountains is quiet, the mountains in the gurgling water is also quiet, the mountains is so silent, as if everything in the mountains are holding their breath and enjoying the morning fog! The pair of invisible hands gently caressing.
First, the rain in the fall, bring the earth is a song of harvest, bring children is a song of joy.
Second, the autumn wind blew, blew off the cicada that squeak unceasingly music; autumn wind blew, blew cool air in the sultry heat; autumn wind blew, blew out of the summer that the poisonous sun; autumn wind blew, the people pressured the accumulation of a summer of boredom, and finally by this cool autumn wind blew away, we are extraordinarily comfortable.
Third, love you is so inexplicable, is so righteous, I know I will not be the only one in your life, but you are the favorite of my life!
Fourth, the yard, a few unknown trees, seems to go against the law of blooming, full of light red flowers, a cluster, in less green leaves embellished branches without fear of blooming, open so confident, so brilliant and flamboyant, confidently better than the sky color. Autumn flowers is more another pleasant, although there is no spring flowers in full bloom, but in the lonesome of the trees warmed the branches, in the cool season diffuse fragrance.
V. Autumn wind through the Xi cool, drilling into the open window, caressing the cheeks, bringing a few poignant feeling. It is not more than the winter wind of cold and bitter, not more than the summer wind of hot and lazy, not to mention the tenderness of the spring breeze, only with a hint of coolness and silence, gently and quietly, penetrate people's hearts and minds.
Six, see the falling leaves, I think of the sweat beads of teachers, they use the spring breeze and rain like teaching, let us grow up; see the falling leaves, I thought of, and felt, the fall should not be sad; see the falling leaves, I think of the cleaners, they are silent, in the ordinary position but do not do extraordinary work to see the falling leaves, I think of a lot of many.
Seven, the second half of the night after the fall. The moon went down, the sun is not yet out, only a dark blue sky; in addition to the night tour of things, everything is asleep. The autumn wind carries on in the fall without fail. Rustling, that's the sound of baby leaves saying goodbye to the trees. Winter, winter, winter, an apple falls down with a red face, that is the sound of accompanying the earth. La la la la, the farmers are also singing the song of harvest.
Eight, the wind in the fall, is a painter. Look, he painted the apple red, the apple is happy, greet people to pick it! He dyed the ginkgo biloba yellow, ginkgo biloba like thousands of small fan, they worked hard fan, fan away the summer heat. The wind in autumn is a traveler. He rode on the highway, passed through the fields, orchards, woods, sent a harvest song, in exchange for a piece of people's joy.
nine, the leaves rustle, in the composition of their own music? This sound has a high and low sound.
Ten, the golden autumn sunshine warm and quiet, the Dong village of the autumn wind and warm and gentle, blue sky and white clouds floating languid.
XI, the autumn rain rustling down, which is it playing. Played a piece of yellow rice paddies, played a red maple tree, played the gold everywhere, played a symbol of maturity and harvest of the autumn colors.
XII, autumn, that is always blue sky, will suddenly turn the face and reveal the sinister color, tropical typhoons with dense clouds and torrential rains, flooding submerged, the recovery of the grasslands and flooded a little pale color. However, the typhoon storm flickers away, and the strong air currents still shake with dazzling waves of light. At this time, only the migratory birds from the north know this warm bed sleep, that flying swans and geese and ducks, like a dark cloud, make here seem more pale.
Thirteen, falling leaves, is lonely, in this fall he fell alone, he is the main theme of autumn, but also symbolizes the ultimate in all things. Maple leaves dyed red, ginkgo drifted down, pity he can not stand in the cold winter, can not accompany me to walk through the world of powder. But he is so dashing, without any sadness. He hurriedly came in the fall and hurried away, so busy, without leaving a gap.
XIV, the autumn wind is a kind mother. She blew gently, like using a comb to comb the emerald green hair. Rice along with the wind, delicate prone down, after the wind blew, and pampered like upright. The invisible huge comb, gently combing, so gentle, so kind, let a person feel here mother to the daughter to be married to comb.
XV, autumn rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. Look, it gave the yellow to the ginkgo tree, yellow leaves like a small fan, fan which fan which, fan away the summer heat. It gave the red to the maple tree, red maple leaves like a stamp, floating wow wow, mailed the cool fall. The golden color is given to the fields. Look, the fields are like a golden sea. The orange-red color is for the fruit trees, the orange persimmons are squeezing and touching each other, fighting for people to pick them! Chrysanthemum fairy get more colors, purple-red yellowish snow-white beautiful chrysanthemums in the autumn rain frequently nodded.
sixteen, overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, never dared to go deeper into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climbed its peak! The hunter, the most adventurous, only goes to their feet, chasing after the goats, wild boars and birds of prey that run from the mountains, and never climbs to its peak.
seventeen, the fall is here, the weather gradually cool. The sky is blue and transparent, with a few white clouds, the leaves on the trees are yellow, and under the breeze, the yellow leaves slowly float down, like a group of birds flying in the wind.
xviii The winds of autumn blow to our hearts.
nineteen, the night rain, the golden wind is fine, leaf leaf sycamore fall. Lying in bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, such as a song as wonderful, such as a poem as cozy, as if the clouds and flowing water, but also like a delicate girl whispering. Is this the fall rain? Yes, it is. But it is no longer the sad autumn rain, but full of hope. Just like life, there are sad and happy. This road may be a bleak landscape, but perhaps the next turn of the mouth, will see a completely new scenery: drizzle hazy, smoke and clouds, the trail red thin, green field green all over the green leaves hidden warbler, Zhu curtains across the swallow
20, early in the morning, I came to the park, found that the park trees are not as lush as in the past, the leaves fell to the ground. An autumn wind blew, the ground of the fallen leaves will be dancing in the wind, as if a beautiful butterfly, is dancing. The leaves on the ground, some have withered; some are just falling, but also a hint of green; there are also a few days ago has fallen, was moth-eaten several holes.
XXI, autumn is red, full of enthusiasm, but this enthusiasm is not straightforward, is wrapped in the implicit. The most is the autumn wind piggyback to the sound, the mountain maple leaves all over the red, parking sit love maple forest evening, frost leaves red in February flowers.
Twenty-two, the bleak winds of autumn, the rounds of the sunset is had the same kind of emotion? It's deep and despondent sends a lot of contemplation and incomprehension in the fall, after all, is the autumn wind, sunset sinking a realm. I can only sigh, the natural give by not so experience.
Twenty-three, I envy the sun, he can see your bright smile, I envy the moon, she can watch you sleep peacefully, I envy myself, because I can always miss you.
Twenty-four, relentless autumn rain blowing on the window pane, splashing down all over the raindrops, look out the window by the pond, the blue sky of the lotus scattered all over the place, the red is not a ruthless thing, into the mud of spring is more protective of the flowers, the autumn rain is relentless, the rain hit the clear lotus, the flowers fell on who
Twenty-five, the autumn wind, blew ripe fruits; the wind, blew off the leaves; the wind, blew away the play of the white clouds; the wind blew waking up the soon to be The farmers who are busy. The wind, you touched my heart!
Twenty-six, squat down, pick up a falling leaf, counting the visible texture, I think life is so important, the wind, a burst. How many little leaves to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony, not grand, not gorgeous, can be in the autumn wind, how much appears to be depressed, but the end of the past, but also the beginning of the present, the leaves fell, deep into the soil, but also can be turned into sustenance, and we have to go on, a new beginning, but also there will be a new direction of the wind.
XXVII, the autumn wind, like a sharp scythe, from the willow tree tops scraped, half-green and half-yellow leaves, brush down.
Twenty-eight, the autumn wind in the magic wand of colorful colors to the chrysanthemums. Look, some chrysanthemums are purple, some blue, some red ... ... A chrysanthemum flower looks so lovely, like a gift flower bloom, like a doll's curls, like a round pom-pom.
Twenty-nine, some people love spring, it is because she flowers like the sea, willow like smoke; some people love summer, it is because she is full of vitality, green as ink; some people love winter, it is because she is frozen snow, weather. And I have a unique love for the fall, heartfelt praise.
Thirty, the fallen leaves began to hold a dance assembly, they are wearing a bright yellow, dark red, purple sarongs, spinning up, like dozens of butterflies, dancing.