During the Western Han Dynasty, Sima Xiangru, a talented scholar from Shuzhong, eloped with Zhuo Wenjun and became husband and wife. In order to make a living, Sima Xiangru went to Chang'an to seek employment, after the official, conscious of the value of a hundred times, will be the idea of repudiation of his wife, and then sent to Zhuo Wenjun sent a letter, which reads:
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one hundred and ten million;
million, one thousand, one hundred and nineteen, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Zhuo Wenjun is a famous talent, she opened the letter to see, see Shun wrote thirteen numbers, and write thirteen numbers upside down, the arrangement of numbers but no "billion" harmonic unintentional ", Zhuo Wenjun instantly understand her husband's abandonment of the intention.
After the first parting, the two places were thinking of each other,
It was only said that it was March and April, and who knew that it was five or six years.
The seven-stringed zither has no heart to play, the eight lines of the book can not be passed on,
Nine consecutive rings are broken from it, the ten-mile long pavilion to look through the eyes.
The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've been thinking about, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
The first time I saw the moon in the middle of the month of August, the moon was full and the moon was not full.
In July, I burned incense and candles to ask the sky,
In June, I shook the fan on the day of the ambush, and I was cold.
In May, the pomegranate was on fire, and the rain was pouring down on the flower,
In April, the loquat was not yellow, and I wanted to look at the mirror, but I was confused.
This is the first time I've ever seen a kite in the air!
Zhuo Wenjun's poem of this number, from one to ten thousand 13 numbers first from small to large, and then from large to small skillfully embedded, back and forth, the song of the heart, lingering, poignant and mournful, expressing a woman's love for the person of the complex feelings of love and hate, through the ages for people to recite, and become a classic of the love poem! Sima Xiangru read the letter, the more he thought, the more ashamed, remorseful, y touched by Zhuo Wenjun's intelligence and pure love, and with a team of horses and high car, personally welcome Zhuo Wenjun to Chang'an. From then on, he put an end to the dogs and horses, and worked diligently to do his studies, and eventually became a generation of rhetoric everyone.
1, April loquat is not yellow, I want to be confused with the mirror.
2, although it is said to be March and April, who knows five or six years.
3, the sky is not old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots. -Zhang Xian's "A Thousand Years"
4, ten thousand words can't be finished, and I'm bored to death.
5, ask the world, what is love, straight to teach people to life and death
6, no colorful phoenix flying wings, the heart has a spiritual rhinoceros a little bit of communication. --Li Shangyin
7, unemotional is not like the pain of love, an inch into ten million strands. The end of the world has a poor time, only the endless place of lovesickness.
8, the May pomegranate like water, but met with gusts of cold rain to water the flower end.
9, see each other like not see, love is like no love. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. -Li Bai "three five seven words"
12, love for one night love how much, the corner of the earth and the end of the world is not long.
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14, the belt is widening, and I'm not sorry, I've been emaciated for you.
16, surplus water, pulse not speak
17, there are beautiful people, see the not forget, one day not see Ruoxi, think like crazy. -Anonymous "phoenix qin song"
18, heavy nine to see the lonely geese, August mid-autumn moon round people are not round.
Beautiful sentences about March and AprilThe weather in April is warm and comfortable, no rainstorms, no scorching sun baking, I like this gentle and soft oceanic sprinkles. You can dress casually, more or less comfortable, really good.
The most busy probably count those colorful flowers. The red roses that bloom among the blue leaves seem to be a bit shy, but the moonflower is naturally splendid in the corner of a house. I like to see the red and white camellia, with a bright smile, the youthful and enchanting look, like walking in the spring breeze of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Peonies are the first of all flowers, of course, they will not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they usually set together to party, to be the flower season, and work together to bloom the most dazzling beauty of a lifetime to attract people so unseasonably warm weather, the most suitable for spring travel, the soft spring wind, ripples of emerald green, the spring rain like the petals quietly falling, such as whispering in the water of the mirror. The time is like water, like the ripples of the flow, slightly rippling with a light shallow shadow.
The people of April, bearing the vicissitudes of the years, bearing the heart of the poem. In fact, April is what kind of spring is not important, the important thing is that April is the season of my birth. Those poetic lines flowing out of the heart like fog like a dream and like the wind, has long been spread into a winding road of the heart. When I look back, I realize that those wisps of pain and sorrow in my life have long been hidden. So, my words a few less sentimental, a few melancholy. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car.
People in April day, the elegant and elegant wading in the water to come, graceful and elegant Qing Qing Shallow dancing to, let you show all the smile. The music of the curl is light with the mood of the past, knocking on the window pane of the curved moon is still smiling like a flower. The white clouds play the dance of the heart, the blue sky pulls up the innocent dream.
March rain, March breeze, from my face gently walked by.
The March spring breeze caressing my hair, in addition to bringing a slight confusion, but also brought me a chill.
In March, this is a peach pear white, however, this year, the aftermath of winter, seems to be particularly strong, and so far do not want to fade out of the cold that makes people sick.
Early spring in March, who can expect today's sunshine, tomorrow and a burst of spring rain a wind
March as a song, all things sing. South wind warm window, cherry tree blossoms, as if the pink butterflies dance, rotten as the clouds; magnolia bloom, the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, full of snow, such as cotton like flotsam; forsythia tufts, full of branches hanging gold; bustling, all for the spring open.
March light footsteps, in the soft rain through, in the full smile, willow green, grass gradually Yin. In the melody of spring, like a fair lady, wanting to talk but also shy, delicate dance, soft breath, bring us a tender green hazy reverie.
March, is the season of spring, March, is the home of flowers, they smiled, opened their little mouths, sucking the breath of spring, smiling at each other.
The spring breeze in March, although not as biting and impassioned as the winter wind, although not as pleasant as the cool summer breeze, but let us get a new round of life and feelings. She gently caressed us, like a gentle mother, awakening our old memories.
March's gentle through a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, a few shy, a few minutes of reserve, a few minutes of mystery, love in my poetic rhythms, floating in my soul, leisurely with my thoughts.
Another March day, another kite full of days and children together with the spring will fly, the seeds of thoughts buried in the soil, the long line of hope to the children
March, peach blossom, the Yellow Sea shore, like falling a hundred miles of rouge clouds.
In March, the silver pear tree was awakened by the drizzle.
Magpies in the branches. The spring breeze willows and swallows shadow slanting. The wind is like a crisp, the flowers are like fire. Ten miles of peach blossoms reflect each other red. After the rain, spring bamboo shoots, scrambling to break through the ground. Wheat green, a pink flower green waves, far near the fields, the spring breeze ripples. March, the breeze and warm, green willow smoke. The sky is filled with soft willow flakes.
Early in the morning, the spring girl wearing a beautiful dress, dancing with the warm wind, beckoning to us with a smile, put on a new dress to nature, so that everything shows infinite vitality a wisp of golden sunshine to just put on a new dress to the grass, the sun shines on the grass dewdrops, dewdrops appear crystal bright, beautiful
March sun in the warmth of the people. Children have taken off the thick winter clothes, the lovely little swallows and fly back home from the south, the willow tree this year and grew long branches, like a little girl's braid.
March rain such as silk such as fog, hidden can only be hazy feeling, sheepishly and like a soft world, enveloped in the surrounding, like a dreamlike fantasy, strolling in the rain, feel the beauty and romance of the small rain delicate wind fine.
The spring breeze whisks the surplus of the heart, running water quietly listen to the voice of the heart, the April sky rhyme dyeing the story of the fragrance. A part of the birthday blessing let me intoxicated in the beautiful spring, with the warmth of the appointment, with the sunshine, with the true love. Thank you for the love of family and friends, in this happy day, I just want to quietly watch over the spring, quietly in each blossoming season to keep each other. Walking on the shore of the years, enjoying a wandering romance, in the azure blue light warm April day, with the mood and poetry in the life of the scroll depicting the life of the timeless and far-reaching. Feel the color of life, feel the happiness of the ordinary, the original love has been in the heart.
April, the flowers spit willow graceful, blue water pass love mountains stacked green, everywhere Fangfei dipping. April, thoughts like the wind, the spring in the full swing, beautiful season will be with a faint sadness. 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 then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
April's day fell in love with the ground in March, but it is too far away from her, until the sadness of his thoughts countercurrent into the river, the sky will be this silk into the pocket of the rain, scrape up the face of the peach blossom of the wind. April's wind, wantonly blowing kissed our faces, gently swaying our hearts; April's clouds, hiding in the starry sky, silently carrying the world you and I this eternal attachment.
The human April day, bearing the vicissitudes of the years, carrying a poem of the heart. In fact, April is what kind of spring is not important, the important thing is that April is the season of my birth. Those poetic lines flowing out of the heart like fog like a dream and like the wind, has long been spread into a winding road of the heart. When I look back, I realize that those wisps of pain and sorrow in my life have long been hidden. So, my words a few less sentimental, a few melancholy. So, in the spring of the blossoming peach blossom, I will be the beautiful longing and longing for life into the bag.
April, the beautiful April, spring in the spring, so once again noiselessly slipped through, slipped through the fingers, slipped through the dream, slipped through the loneliness, slipped through the sadness.
People in April day, elegant and elegant wading in the water, graceful and graceful Qing Qing Shallow dancing and dancing, so that you show all the smile. The music of the curl is light with the mood of the past, knocking on the window pane of the curved moon is still smiling like a flower. The white clouds play the dance of the heart, the blue sky pulls up the innocent dream, the fragrance of flowers full of floating world, birds singing the spring of life. The sea of my heart is filled with the fragrance of flowers, it is a beautiful attachment is a sincere blessing is a happy writing.
After the fireworks in March, the spring light a cascade, April's footsteps can not wait to come. In order to meet the arrival of April, the earth has made too many grand preparations. You see, the wilderness plants are crazy pulling, the mountains and rivers have changed the old pale silence, the forest between the living creatures lively jumping, trees covered with a layer of oily dark green. Rivers and streams are no longer silent, they are happy and open to laughter, high and low to dive into a new song. Birds are born singers, they even organized a spontaneous chorus, the wind softly caressing the treetops, they will sing and dance with the melody of the wind. The sun stopped for a moment as it passed by, and then shed a bright smile.
This is April. Prosperous beauty and abundance of April, the April at first sight, the April of the spring of the crisp bosom of the April, can be into the poem into the painting of April. She condensed in the painter's brush, she flowed with the singer's notes, she lingered in the poet's fingertips. But Bai Juyi said that the human April is full of flowers!
April beauty in the swallows sit solid new home, began a warm life; April beauty in the high flying kites in the blue sky, that is the ideal in the soaring; April beauty in the spring plowing figure, the field has a moving spring color. The most beautiful April day on earth, please savor it, let it be beautiful with you.
At the beginning of April, it stepped into the sadness. Spring is gradually unlike spring, only two spring rains, will be the destruction of flowers, will be half of the spring, only to exhaust the eyes of the devastation, full of withering. Spring is too fragile, with the rush to take away the ancient and modern how many tears and pity?
The spring breeze of March brings warm sunshine, the sunshine of March brings bright weather, the weather of March brings delicate flowers. We meet in this beautiful season, with the hope of spring **** together towards the hall of learning.
The rare peach blossom snow ah! You came in time, the land needs you, the crops need you, people need you, look! They drifted across the fields, sprinkled in the village, fell on people's bodies, sweet in people's hearts.
The spring breeze in March, although not as bitter and impassioned as the winter wind, although not as pleasant as the cool summer breeze, but let us get a new round of life and sense. She gently caresses us, like a gentle mother, awakening our old memories.
It is the peach blossom opening time, the snow came silently, at first, stars, scattered, a moment, the snow flake is big, dense, flying in the sky. The snow in front of me, bright and clear, with water, and the March spring breeze as a partner, drifting, fluttering, seemingly easy and natural.
It's March again, the time of the year when the flowers are red and the willows are green. Everything is recovering, showing a beautiful scene of vitality.
March 3 of the lunar calendar is the traditional kite festival, and in my hometown, this time is a paradise for children. As the spring breeze blows faintly across the fields and hillsides, the sky is densely covered with large and small, round and square, long and short kites. There are centipedes, dragonflies, tiles, and swallows
In March, the wind was blowing, and the mountains were filled with clouds. With friends walking leisurely, far away from the building outside the green hills, the remnants of the sun on top of the crown, the sun boiling blood, cover the side of the cypress cui, show its color: and like a drunken dancer, pink peach blossom, drunken eyes, show the mouth of the aroma.
The March spring breeze caressing my hair, in addition to bring a silk confusion, but also brought me a burst of cold.
Standing in the spring in March, the green rhythm interpretation of the meaning of life, spring sunshine cracked the March of the fresh and bright and its secrets, gave me a beautiful temptation. Delicate willow charming flowers green mountain streams and lavender wind and rain need not be rendered in the mood in the birds and flowers are full of beautiful words and phrases, deep feelings, harmonious and pleasant to the ear.
It's March, the time of the year when the flowers are red and the willows are green. Everything is revitalized, showing a beautiful scene of vitality.
Immerse yourself in the breeze and wine, the ancient rhyme in a small, feeling life, the heart of the beautiful, may we always have March spring in our lives.
March, everything is recovering, willow green and red, the warbler singing and dancing, the earth a vibrant scene.
I wore a hat made of leaves, wearing a beautiful dress, roaming in the woods, and all kinds of animals and plants in harmony. The breeze of March dances with me in this beautiful land.
March light footsteps, in the soft rain through, in the surplus smile, willow green, grass gradually Yin. In the melody of spring, like a fair lady, wanting to talk but also shy, delicate dance, soft breath, bring us a tender green hazy reverie.
March's horn has sounded, bathing in the warm spring breeze, do we still remember that a figure? He is just a drop of water, but moisturized the land; he is just a ray of sunshine in winter, but warm people's hearts; he is just a grain of food, but feeds the useful life; he is just a small screw, but held up the spine of spiritual civilization, he is - Lei Feng.
March spring breeze, there is always a name, warmly whisked, opened everyone's heart.
Suddenly looked up, but found that the sky appeared a sky blue halo, up and down are shrouded by thick clouds, but through the light, the distant deep blue hill, even seems to be a mirage. Hm, I'm in a reverie again. But really quite beautiful. As if the eyes of March, at any time to penetrate the light.
Step into the peach blossom garden, a fragrance of flowers on the nose, intoxicating. Further in, you will see a full of spring, net pink peach blossoms, this kind of beauty makes me feel that I came to the paradise. The petals on the ground formed a long carpet, I walked on this fragile carpet, every step, I was afraid that these petals will be very painful.
March's gentle through a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, a few shy, a few minutes of reserve, a few minutes of mystery, love in my poetic rhythms, floating in my soul, leisurely with my thoughts.
March rain, March breeze, from my face gently walked past.
A song of the spring soul, the heart of the beautiful, long watchfulness surging divine March days, traveling clouds and flowing water between the dream of breaking the end of the world, the fragrance of the poem in the realm of no I look for the distant wind and rain, release feelings, long heart song flowing water-like words.
Finally, I got through to April on earth. The season is like this, the grass will be green not green, flowers will bloom not bloom, the sun is not to poisonous, cold wind is no longer cold. I can vaguely see the growth and stubbornness of life between barrenness and prosperity. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, but I'd like to be a part of it, and I'd like to be a part of it.
The beauty of April is in the blossoming of flowers, but also in the fall of flowers. Peach blossom and apricot blossom has fallen, pear blossom is at that time, flower fall fragrance full of flowers, flowers bloom overflowing home. Before and after the left and right is the fragrance of flowers, heaven and earth is the fragrance of flowers, flowers fragrance to people's hearts, smile on the face diffuse, you say, this smile is not also blooming flowers also has a nose fragrance it? Flowers bloom like snow, bees and butterflies dance, this is the beauty of the world, flowers intoxicating, birds singing branches, this is the singing of life. Flowers fall branches, has grown young fruit, this small tender fruit, its charm is not inferior to the flowers, this is the fragrance of hope, is the sweetness of harvest. April is over, the mountain temple peach blossom began to bloom, even if the flowers fall period, there is a belated beauty, that is, the mountain is no way out, dark flowers and a village, which is a portrait of the mood of the month of April, the beauty of everywhere, hope is always there.
April, always a magic time. Flowers are blooming colorful, hate to dress up the world into a pink bride. Dead trees even burst out new buds, green vigor. By the pond, there came the croaking of frogs, and the clamoring of insects in the grass. They seem to be in such a grand festival, playing a symphony of joy.
The human April day, with a light green veil, dyeing an elegant fragrance, from the fresh and elegant charm to come. She lightly show the smile, tenderness through time and space, in the light green buds in the blue grass flowers bloom. Charming spring breeze, caressing the river stretching willow, blowing open thousands of trees of pear blossoms, blowing green fields and countryside. Everywhere is the fragrance of the flowers, everywhere is a thousand flowers, everywhere is the picture scroll of the warbler singing and dancing. You see: a tree tree dancing, shaking down a beautiful flower; you hear: willow flute twanging streams playing, a river of spring water changes the graceful dance, from the front to the sky all the way to the song.
The beauty of April is in the mourning of ancestors, the beauty of the human warmth. The white flowers in the field, it is also expressed on the deceased ancestors of the tribute. The wind blowing wilderness paper money fly, ancient tomb base spring grass green, people will not forget the ancestors in heaven, offer a bouquet of flowers, light two incense, will be the ancestors of the tomb dressed up, both filial piety expression, but also the warmth of the transmission. Do not forget the ancestors will cherish the present, cherish the present in order to create a better future. The human being is like a newborn willow, casually inserted into the ground, can grow into a tree, this is the inheritance of the ancestral strength, but also the tenacity of the human spirit.
April, walking in the late spring season. Just Shu eyebrow a look, there will be a soft bright enchanting eyes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The winds are so strong that you can't help but be enchanted by them, and they are so sweet.
The beauty of April in the Qingming, the beauty of the rain. Qingming season frost and snow has been far away without a trace, between heaven and earth has become open, so that people's mood also followed the bright up. Even if there is a little rain, wet people's hair, but more to add the charm of the season, increasing the atmosphere of interaction between man and nature. When the rain stops and the sky clears up, the sky becomes clearer than ever, and the trees and crops have an indescribable ethereal quality, making people feel that they are living in a fascinating poem and painting. When the rain comes, the warm wind blows on your face, and everything is full of the power to grow. Whether it is weeds or seedlings, whether it is poultry and livestock or people themselves, have an incomparable passion, in the song of the birds, full of vitality.
1, you use the most unprofessional spirit to act, the result of the world's most simple audience, with such a blazing mood to watch, really no less than in the crime.
2. I don't fight with anyone, and I don't care who fights with me, my hands roast the fire of life for warmth, the fire withered, and I am ready to go. Yang Jiang
3. May you grow up slowly, may you have good luck, if not, I hope you will learn to be compassionate in misfortune; may you be loved by many people, if not, I hope you will learn to be tolerant in loneliness.
4, as long as you are a decent child, no matter what industry you are engaged in, you are my child.
5. We all have to travel far away in the end, and we all have to say goodbye to our tender selves in the end, and goodbye is the path of asceticism that leads to growth.
6. Which form of life is extinct in this world will lead to the destruction of the earth. The lion is as great as the ant, and the grass is as important as mankind.
7, loneliness is a kind of spiritual cleanliness, and at the same time is a kind of freedom fetish, loneliness never hurt people, if you want to find an enemy for loneliness, my first choice is pandering.
8, life that, and not how many days you live, but how many days you remember, to make every day you live, are worth remembering.
9, life is unpredictable, at any time, hold a hope.
10, time is precious, do not throw away time to live the life of others, do not let the surrounding noisy speech blind your inner voice.
11, thoughts are a long-distance running, memory as a signpost, the more greedy to go farther, but will not be able to find the way back, and then lost themselves. Zhang Jiajia
12, I do not believe in fate, I only believe in my hands. I don't believe in the lines of my palm, but I believe in the power of my palm plus my fingers.
13, the only tacit understanding we have is that I do not contact you, you do not contact me.
14, a spirit of rich people will first seek no pain, no trouble state, the pursuit of peace and leisure, that is, to get a quiet, simple and as far as possible not to harass the life. The richer a man is in himself, the less need he has for things outside himself, and the less important others are to him. Schopenhauer
15, love is the most difficult to long, so many lovers will be widowed. Sex has its own singing, so capricious people never lose sex.
16, anything, when you start looking for a reason, the reason is certainly already gone, found is no longer the reason. Light and shadow said
17, high degree of love, is the moon, poetry, more than three hundred and sixty-five thousand roses, plus eternity; high degree of marriage, is the books, certificates, three hundred and sixty-five thousand quarrels, plus patience; high degree of life, is none of the above two. Zhu Deyong
18, no one is completely happy. The so-called happiness lies in recognizing one's limits and resting on them. Roman Roland
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19, a person's life should be like a river, at first it is a trickle of water, bounded by narrow banks, then it runs fiercely over the boulders and rushes over the waterfall. Gradually, the river becomes wider, the banks on both sides are far away, and the river flows more calmly. Finally, it blends naturally into the sea and disappears painlessly into itself.
20. A parting of the river, and a joyful life for each.
Editor: the sun is so good, don't let down today Editor: the road you have traveled, will not lie to you Editor: I have never changed, just learned to disguise
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