The courtyard is deep, breathless fall, a few puerile precipitation.
Cracked memories, embarrassed in the pale sky, emitting curls of wood sandalwood residual fragrance.
In the air, I am afraid I can no longer find the rosemary left in the corner.
The night is so deep, the sound of the piano is long, the moonlight is bleak, no sleep, the shadow of the trees, the thought of Yi, that's all? The past, like a shuttle, can not stop the overnight fragrance, cold and dense in the stone pillow, in the lamp heart died at the moment, take advantage of the situation.
The sun always still rises, will last night for Yi and fall tear drops evaporated. The heart seems to be broken a piece, how to put together, can not be put back. Just waiting for the next morning sunrise. Willow flakes are flying, even though it is not snow, it can give me a cold feeling. Tasting a pot of tea tie up tie up also distilled from the flavor of you, floating back and forth, hot out of a leaf of cold through the heart of the love, but also boiled out of a piece of reckless night, hazy and unattainable. So, learn in those days, tea, pot, chess, of course, more is nostalgic, used to miss your rosemary. When the wind rises, tilt your head, close your dark and indifferent eyes, black as ink long hair lonely fall on the pure white silk coat, inch by inch tangled in the apricot blossom rain in the south of the Yangtze River, telling a there is no end to the loneliness. When the wind fills the white sleeves, the willow eyebrows will stretch out. Just like the green willow branches of the Qin Huai Huai in March, the willow branches are waving in the wind. Finally, there is no more tears that can flow, just the tenderness of Jiangnan can not tolerate too many hard lines. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The time was divided into diagonal, in order to say that I was vulnerable. Although we can still say after the cheek; "still friends!" But can lines shot from one point still intersect? Never. The era of beige moonlight, the little ones, the floral sheets that used to let us walk through them, the flower arrangement hanging curtains that we learned from the lady on TV all fell into an hourglass called the past. So, the piety of the time let me still do not dare to affirm that there is a real friendship in this world.
Now, you have become a shake down a star, with your desire for false splendor, as you like that rosemary in general. I do! As always, I still tie up, but when I am alone, I describe myself as a target person, aiming at the dominoes in front of me.
*** Flowers swaying, dark flowers, as if they are tieing up the tie up, throwing away the youth in the night of Jiangnan. Setting up tea tie-ups, only because of the beautiful flowers in the moment of fading. Tea tie up, gathering and scattering, scattering and gathering, can no longer be melted into the two extremes.
2. Who can write the lyrics of this songRosemary
The corners of your mouth
are slightly upturned
Sexy and hopeless
Unimaginable
Such a heartbeat
Your everything you want
Happy anticipation
Divine prayer
I will give you the signal
I will give you the signal
I will give you the signal. I'll give you the signals
I've put up a show with you
What's missing here is people
You remember
To give hugs
Candlelight is burning
With dreamy, flirty eyes
Trying to look at it for a couple of seconds
Dancing about you
You're lazily twirling around
Can't stand it
You're not going to be able to take it.
Your smile in the wind
Smells like rosemary
Leaves the minty pampering
Signals to me that I'm in love
You're graceful as a cat
Moves gently around
Love's sweetness is spreading and festering
Love is just right for ambiguous love
Lyrics Provided by: Zixing
Happy anticipation
Sacred prayers
I'll give you the signal
I've got a hang up with you
The most important thing here is the people
You remembered
To give a hug
Candlelight's on fire
With a dreamy flirty look
Trying to see For a few seconds
You dance about you
Your languid twirls
I can't stand it
Your laugh in the wind
Smells of rosemary
Leaves the minty pampering
Signals to me that I'm in love
You're graceful as a cat
And you move with a lightness of movement around
The sweetness of love
You've got to be a cat.
The sweet taste of love spreads and festers
The ambiguity of love is just right
The corners of your mouth turn up slightly
You're hopelessly sexy, can't imagine a heartbeat like this
Everything about you wants to...
I'm not sure if you'll be the one to tell me that you're in love with me.
The omens are subtle
Because I love you I fall
The omens are subtle
Because I love you I fall
Support the genuine
3. Essay on writing about plantsSunflower
There are many kinds of flowers in the world, such as: moonflower, roses, plum blossoms, chrysanthemums, monarchs, camellias, and so on. However, the flower that blooms the most and has the richest color is the sun flower. As the saying goes, "Good flowers don't bloom often." The sunflower is also a good flower, there are red, yellow, white, purple, deep red, orange ...... sunflower petals are single layer, shaped like a plum blossom, the core of the flower has a red and black filaments with yellow dots. The stem of the sunflower is long, thin, soft and curved. It has thin branches, dense leaves and quite a lot of flowers.
The flower seeds of the sunflower are enclosed by several small leaves. The flower seeds are as big as sesame seeds, and when they are ripe, they are scattered in the embrace of Grandpa Earth, and after being moisturized by sunshine and rain, they can grow and open up even more beautiful sunflowers in the next year.
The sun flower's vitality is very strong, she sucked the grandmother of the blue sky to give her nectar, she greedily absorbed the grandpa's nutrition. Sunflower in the earth grandpa and grandma blue sky care under the growth, the motherland dress up more beautiful, so that the beautiful nature icing on the cake.
The sunflower is like a child who has played all day at night, and is tired and relieved to enter a sweet dream.
The trumpet flower is also a good flower, it opens early and fails late, it and the sunflower seems to be a pair of good sisters, they agreed to open together, together into the sweet dreams, never open early, early failure, together with the decoration of this beautiful nature. They selflessly dedicate themselves, never ask for the motherland's return and people's appreciation
Although the sunflower does not have the nobility of the rose, chrysanthemum's fragrance, magnolia's purity and elegance, plum blossom's fragrance, but the sunflower has the spirit of selfless dedication.
I love the sunflower, I love its tenacious and exuberant vitality, and I love its selfless spirit.
4. Information about the work of RosemaryRosemary is a long novel by the famous Hong Kong writer Yishu.
The article tells a love story with twists and turns. The heroine is an elusive woman, suddenly close to him, suddenly far from him, and then no trace, which makes the hero very nervous, followed by a lot of effort, she finally accepted her.
Synopsis: The female director Yu Mang found her own memory appeared never experienced things, so her habits of speech, personality and hobbies also changed, and inexplicably got acquainted with the "memory" in the Yu Shibao and and Zhongkai two people. They both recognize Yu Mang's resemblance to her lover, Wen Siwei, and follow her around all the time. This mysterious and sudden occurrence arouses Yu Mang's great curiosity, and after much effort, she finally meets Ms. Wen Siwei, who has been sleeping for a long time in the sanatorium, and at the same time, she also discovers a strange man who quietly visits Siwei every day. ...... -------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Please read the clip: Yu Mang walks into the theater, the camera is ready to roll, the actors and actresses are standing in the right places, the producer, assistant director, Miki director and screenwriter are all present, and the make-up and costumes are at the ready. The camera is ready to roll.
Today, the sound of the scene synchronized recording, Yu Mang just wanted to call the start of shooting, suddenly, all the staff turned around to face her, concentrating on a huge hush. Yu Mang dumbfounded, beads of sweat from the corner of the forehead straight out.
She leapt up from the bed. More than once she had this dream.
Each time the sense of tang but more terrible than the last. The psychiatrist, Fang Qiaosheng, was a college friend of Yu Mang's, and when he learned of this recurring nightmare, he told her that the study of movie acting might be too stressful for her.
Yu Mang asked, "Am I going to fall apart and collapse?" Qiaosheng shakes his head, "Don't worry, but you'll keep having this nightmare until it comes true, it's called a self-fulfilling prophecy." "I came here for help, if I want to talk to someone, my stage goes to the movie critic."
"Yu Mann, I'm helping you, work is putting a huge strain on you and you don't like your career." "Nonsense, since the age of sixteen I've aspired to be a Tun Shadow director."
Qiao Sheng grinned, "Will it be a ride?" "This is already my sixth movie." Yu Mang glares at her.
Qiaosheng suddenly changed the topic, "Last week I ran into your mother on the street, so I went up to her and called her aunt, and I said that Yu Mang can really count on both fame and fortune now, and she was quiet for a while before answering: 'I'd rather have her teach a book, and have peace and quiet."' Yu Mang listen carefully to this, suddenly shocked, stunned there, can not make a sound, carefully recall the mother's expectations, can not help but tears in the eyelashes.
Even Qiaosheng sighed, "Mothers want their daughters to teach, strange or not." Yu Mang is completely discouraged.
"Forget it, I know someone worse off than you, someone wrote a hundred novels, has a thin literary name, Yi's mother saw Yi's original manuscript, but also contemptuously said: 'You're still writing this kind of thing. She did not want her daughter to become a great writer; she would have preferred her to teach the youngest."
"You made that up." "I couldn't even make it up."
Yu Mang did not have the courage to go home and ask her mother if she had. She had more important things to do at the moment.
5. Leaf PickingWhen fall came, the leaves came down, and I went to Green Square with my classmates from Wenxing Writing School to pick leaves, and I picked leaves in different shapes, such as round, bar-shaped, and so on. They were red, yellow, green and brown in color
They were all kinds of colorful leaves.
The teacher told us to use our imagination to make animals, bookmarks, horns, whistles,
carriages, baskets, snakes and boats out of the leaves. I used five different leaves to make a flower, a bar-shaped leaf for the root, and four leaves for the core of the flower. I used a leaf that looked like a boat to make a ship, a bar-shaped leaf for the oar, a flower-like one for the waves, and many bar-shaped leaves for the waves, and the ship looked like it was sailing on the sea. I finished spelling, some of my classmates spelled a small turtle with leaves; some spelled a bird; some spelled a butterfly; some spelled a boat; and some students spelled the leaves into a necklace.
After the spell, I thought, I do everything to use your brain, not because of the total failure to not do, failure is the mother of success!
6. flowers bloom Mo Tantian, flowers fall Mo Fangfei essay"En, what do you want to do in the future?" "Well ...... open a florist store it ......" thought for a long, long time, has not been able to find their own special favorite hobby, as if only like or especially like, froze no love or especially love What.
Rei, you said a meter of sunshine is too attractive to me. High bridge, flowing water, the old road, open a bakery called a meter of sunshine, customers come, no matter buy or not are sent to a touch of sunshine smile, no one, sitting alone by the window, enjoy the warmth of a meter of sunshine, the best in the evening ...... do not need the hustle and bustle of the city, a small town on the good, perhaps bland, but that ease, is indeed the most The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life.
Rei, you see, in fact, my memory is still good ...... That is your elementary school in grade 6 when you bring 2 class the most simple paragraph on the future description, about the ideal, in fact, we are not like the elementary school students model essay written so great, what scientists, militarists, inventors, that is not what we want! ... Perhaps, it is so, your one meter of sunshine full of anthracene expectations, promise me, must be completed in the future that full of sunshine fragrance of the hut ... If you can, I would like to open a florist, the same is a small town, high bridges, running water, the old road, so we open next door, okay? I don't think I should be asking this question. We have a date, don't we? First of all, our store should still be in the south of the river, this piece of spring rain and smoke, summer green flowers, fall sprinkle, winter depression, after all, we need the sunshine, here is the most fragrant ...... My store does not need to be very big, but there must be the most variety of flowers, white candles anemone, valentine grass, purple jasmine, lavender, calla lilies, asters, wood hibiscus, flowers, flowers, flowers. I want everything I can think of, everything I can't think of, everything I've seen, everything I haven't seen, and I want it all. Here I can not care about the time, no matter what the holiday, the price of flowers is consistent, because it is not included in the business district.
I definitely have more potted flowers than cut ones, and the cut ones don't last as long as they should, and the "undefeated blooms" are actually a legacy, and no flower can be undefeated, but there can be seeds, and there can be new flowers. ...... I would need to paint the walls white, get lots of windows, and most of all, I would need to paint the walls white, and get lots of windows, and I would need to paint the walls white, and get lots of windows, and get lots of windows. I need to paint all the walls white and get lots of windows, the simplest, clearest glass windows, so that my flowers are the most beautiful. To that time, I must buy boxes of 108-color colored pencils and stacks and stacks of sketch paper, and then set up a simple drawing board, in the early morning, under the morning sun, in the afternoon, under the sun, in the evening, under the red sunset, in the evening, under the incandescent lamps, depicting that day bloomed the most beautiful flower, in the lower left corner of the painting to mark the time.
That way, my wall could bloom too, couldn't it? I can also learn to do flower tea, thistle, citron, magnolia, sago, peony, rock orchid, linden seed, purple marshmallow, rosemary, cornflower ...... note down their different effects, beauty, defeat fire, sleep, refreshing ...... in the lonesome moments to lei's A meter of sunshine, two or more people, make a cup of flower tea, eat matcha cake or a small plate of tiramisu, Lei, you say, will be my flowers or your dessert fragrance? Perhaps I can also sun dry flowers, do do scented bags, in the dusk will be defeated flowers will be collected and dried, pressed, coated with a thin preservative, collage into a painting, framed and hung on the corner of the wall, waiting for the day to appreciate it to take it away ... ... Well, on the opening of a florist it .......