There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope. The discovery of spring
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Spring, a vibrant season, is also a beautiful season. The spring of this year, like a graceful and naughty girl, came on purpose. The plan of the year lies in spring, the spring breeze blows, everything recovers, and hardworking people are busy cultivating and sowing seeds of hope for fruitful autumn harvest.
Although, his first step in spring is always stepping on the world and the earth where the cold still exists. However, it broke the glacier, making everything stretch and soft, and making every beautiful new city full of fantasy and hope.
In my sleep, I vaguely heard swallows calling. Oh! So it's spring. I walked out of the house. After the spring rain, the air is particularly sweet and fresh, and I am deeply breathing and feeling.
The breeze blows slightly, the drizzle like wool falls from the sky, and thousands of soft willows stretch their muscles. Look! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking through the ground and greedily sucking the milk of spring. The trees that have been baptized in winter are competing to send out new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some green leaves, as if wearing a new hat. It's beautiful. The birds are alive and kicking in the tree. Beautiful azaleas are blooming brilliantly, swinging her soft body in the spring breeze. The little frog squatted on the lotus leaf in the pond and cried "quack, quack", as if to say to human beings, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" Tadpoles play freely in water conservancy.
What a beautiful spring scene!
Spring is so beautiful. Spring is so lovely. In spring, she gave people vitality and gave me hope.
Ah! I love spring!
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Tulip kingdom-prince bay
On this sunny and sultry spring day, my mother and I went to Prince's Bay, which is known as the "Tulip Kingdom".
When I came to the gate of the park, I saw tall trees with green on both sides, which seemed to cover the sky. Both sides of the road are surrounded by flowers. Walking into the center of Prince's Bay, there are tulips all around, red, pink, yellow, orange ... of different colors. From a distance, these tulips seem to be a huge camp. They stood in a fertile land and lined up neatly. Tulips are swaying in the embrace of mother's wind, as if dancing to nature. On tulips, butterflies and bees gather together, as if enjoying the hope that spring brings them.
Walking into the path of Prince's Bay, you can enjoy the fragrance of spring and the cherry trees on both sides. Cherry blossoms are small and white. They have pink faces and smiles. Breeze blowing, cherry blossom petals falling with the wind, floating in your hair, floating into your sleeve ... this feeling is really poetic!
Cross the path and you will see a green lawn. There are three "ecological corners" on the lawn. What impressed me the most was the ecological corner called' Cultural Journey'. This is a leisure courtyard composed of plants, terraces and water features, giving people a natural and comfortable European style experience: against the background of banana leaves, the white guardrail is particularly eye-catching. In front of the guardrail, there is a ground covered with light brown floor. There is a glass coffee table on the ground with a crystal clear glass fish tank on it. Under the sunlight, the glass fish tank looks particularly beautiful. There are two sky-blue recliners on both sides of the tea table, and the flower bed in front is full of exotic flowers and herbs. This yard, in my opinion, is simply a paradise on earth!
As time goes by, our trip is coming to an end, but what I will never forget is my feelings about this pleasant tulip cultural trip.
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moonlight
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
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Pan Tianshou Park.
When I was in kindergarten, my favorite place to go was Pan Tianshou Park.
In spring there, flowers bloom, and several green buds appear on the earth. From time to time, a few bold and naughty sparrows come to join in the fun. The children are playing by the tall and straight saplings and are very happy.
In summer, people wear vests and walk in the square with a popsicle in their hands. Some children shouted with popsicles, "It's so hot!" . Some slide on the handrail of stairs. Some of them are very happy to exercise on sports equipment. Others are playing badminton, football and basketball. It's really lively! Trees are greener than usual. Several big trees on the roadside are spreading their branches and leaves, and the sound of "rustling" is ringing, as if to say, "Come on, come and enjoy the cool!"
When late autumn comes, you can often see old people in the morning. Some of them are practicing Tai Ji Chuan, while others are dancing the fan dance. In the morning, there are a few drops of crystal dew on the petals of several flowers. Some trees and flowers are not vigorous and have fallen leaves. Some leaves have withered and yellow, slowly separated from the branches and fell to the ground.
In winter, the north wind roared and the wind beat the bare trees mercilessly. Several trees were erected there, and there were only a few adults and children in the square. Sometimes it snows heavily, like the quilt that Miss Winter made for Mother Earth. This is a good time for children to play. Some of them throw snowballs at each other, while others make a big round snowman with carrots and rubber. Others are piling up snow, maybe they want to pile up a snowy mountain!
Pan Tianshou Square is so beautiful and lovely all year round. I like it!
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The picturesque four seasons in my hometown bring me endless laughter and fun. I appreciate, I love, I love the four seasons in my hometown.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the beginning of the year has arrived-spring. As the saying goes, "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." Spring is like a mysterious barber, trimming the new hair of all kinds of trees; Another example is: "A few early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud", and birds also bring vitality to spring; Another example is Du Fu's sentence: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", and the expensive spring rain brings life to everything in the world. Needless to say, the grass fields in spring in my hometown, the new trees in spring in my hometown, the fragrance of this peach blossom alone is enough to make you linger. I love spring, and I love spring in my hometown. Wait, wait, the climax of the year has arrived-summer and autumn. As the saying goes: "The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is quieter." Cicadas are annoying, but after all, I have been waiting for life for more than ten years, but the meaning of life is blooming in this season, which makes me feel that life is boiling. The color of autumn is fiery red fire, such as sunset, such as red leaves, full of harvest; These two seasons are harvest seasons, full of people's hopes and fruits. Needless to say, the lush trees in my hometown in summer and the golden wheat in my hometown in autumn are enough to make you relaxed and happy. I love summer and autumn, and I love summer and autumn in my hometown. Get ready, get ready, the end of the year is winter. As the saying goes: "Snow will bring a good harvest", that is, "winter wheat will be covered with three quilts and sleep with steamed bread next year". When I put on new clothes for the New Year, I felt very happy and happy. After the heavy snow, the whole village became a world of pink jade. Snowmen, snowball fights and children's cheers all shook the snow off the trees. Needless to say, there are snowfields in winter in my hometown, as well as fireworks in winter in my hometown. The flowers in the snow alone are enough to make you intoxicated. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown. Spring grass meets Xia Shu, Xia Shu meets autumn leaves, autumn leaves meet winter flowers, and winter flowers bloom in spring.
I love the four seasons, and I love the four seasons in my hometown.
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Snowflakes in the north, flying around, always look like powder and sand. They will never stick together. They will retreat on houses, land and hay. That's it. The snow on the house has faded because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle. In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, it is the spirit of rain that shines and rises ... Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the spirit of rain. -Lu Xun from Snow
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Miss Chun came quietly to us with light steps. She brought gifts to all the flowers and trees on the earth: she took off the yellow dress of the grass and put on a bright coat; Give it to the green branches of the willow tree. Miss Chun used her magic to call back the swallows far away in the south. Swallows are fascinated by this beautiful scenery and can't help singing, adding a lot of vitality to spring. Under the willows by the river are clusters of flowers. There are red, yellow, blue, white and purple. These flowers are not only beautiful, but also very fragrant. It attracts bees from miles away to collect honey here. The little bee buzzed as if praising the flowers. This is really a flower, bird, fish and insect! Miss Chun stood by and smiled at the beautiful scenery. Alas, spring is so beautiful!
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Our pond is full of lotus flowers. The pool is full of green lotus leaves, one by one, and several lotus flowers emerge from the green lotus leaves. How beautiful the lotus is! Pink lotus has more than a dozen petals, all white and red. There is a lotus in the middle of the petals, and the little lotus is also a yellow grass coat! The beautiful lotus leaf raises Zhang Xiuqing's face, and the petals hold glittering water drops, like shining pearls. Lotus is like a fairy, standing gracefully in clear water. The breeze blows gently, and it swings its soft body, dancing and charming. Ah! I love lotus!
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Some people think that only luxurious and magnificent high-rise buildings are beautiful; In my opinion, the natural and fresh, simple and elegant farmhouse scenery is the real beauty. When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. I always like to take a walk on the slope after dinner. From a distance, the farmhouse at the top of the slope is looming, and it is even more illusory and blurred against the clouds in the mountains. I walked along the quiet path, enjoying the beautiful scenery on both sides. Graceful peony queens, colorful Chinese rose flowers and even unremarkable wild chrysanthemums stretch their waists, bringing a fragrance to spring. The grass is silently beside the road, adding a touch of fresh green to this beautiful picture, making the mountain road no longer so empty. Because there are many flowers and plants, there are also many natural bees and butterflies. Bees are working hard in the flowers with buckets, brewing their own honey. Butterflies are also constantly spreading pollen, and they are very busy. Looking ahead, it is a river. The river flows slowly, the river is clear and the bottom of the river is covered with a layer of golden sand. Whenever the sun shines on the river, the river is slightly golden, and the sand at the bottom of the river also shines brightly.
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Winter has gone, and spring has quietly come.
Looking around the campus, there are magnolia swaying in the wind, red begonia and pink peach blossoms. On the shore of Xiange Lake, willow branches are swinging their graceful bodies in the water, and larks are standing on branches or roofs, singing love songs across the lake. Grass sneaked out of the soil, tender and green. When the wind blows across the grass, the grass dances in rotation.
Flowers are as beautiful as fairies. Gently walk to the front of the red begonia. The little bud that was shy and refused to come out a few days ago is now like a stunning girl wearing a pomegranate skirt, smiling and waving to you. God, what a beautiful magnolia. She stood quietly in the sun, smelling the fragrance quietly. Noble white petals are full, beautiful and elegant! In the eyes of bees and butterflies, peach blossoms and apricot flowers contain inexhaustible honey juice.
Spring rain is coming ... sparkling spring rain, like a group of naive dolls, gathers in the sky and strikes. Listen! Raindrops fell on the roof, just like singing. The rain fell into the lake and sang, and the splash splashed like a splash girl dancing lightly.
The spring breeze came quietly. Only the fluttering of your hair can make you realize that the wind is coming. Soft spring breeze, spring breeze, all kinds of flowers brushed our cheeks. Let us be flushed by the cold wind. She helped us take off our clothes and get a fresh brain. Those dark clouds, chilly in spring, were blown away by her, and they dared not come.
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Autumn came to me unconsciously, and the autumn wind came slowly. It blows gently on my cheek and seems to understand my heart better. I am swaying in the autumn wind, intoxicated by it. Enjoying the gift of autumn, it gently puts a golden sweater on the small leaves and warms any living body, so the autumn wind is so warm in my heart that it embraces all the beauty in the world. She can make people forget their troubles, comfort lonely and sad people, blow away the troubles in the world hard, and make people no longer afraid of the bumps on the road ahead. ...
Autumn gives people a feeling of sadness. Although there is a touch of innocence, there is also a touch of innocence. Autumn rain is called autumn rain. It knows that in rainy summer, it once betrayed its strength. After a summer's wind, although tired, it came. Its song is like a friend's talk, and a trace of happiness ripples in it.
Soak in the autumn wind and fly your dreams; Looking at the autumn rain, smiling like a song; Sniffing the faint chrysanthemum fragrance, drunk as a dream. In a blink of an eye, autumn is about to pass, and I can't help but feel a little sad, but autumn can't stay forever, and I have to go after all. In this way, autumn always comes and goes quietly, strolling gently in the four seasons and wandering among them, but the next autumn will come gently, and I am looking forward to that day!
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A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
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I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!
Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! Holding an umbrella, I feel so soft and warm that I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...
Rain fell from the sky on the umbrella and wet my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Then turn around silently and leave that corner. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.
The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who, until what time, looks up at the rainbow that can only be seen in the sky, looks back at the wind and can't see the dust; Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; I hope the autumn wind is like a song!
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Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.
Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.
Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.
Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.
The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.
In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.
Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...
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In the hot August, there is a place that moistens everything with the temperature of spring. There, brilliant wild flowers bloom in the valley; There, cattle and sheep can graze leisurely; There, you can sit around the fire and listen to old stories. This fairytale place is the colorful Yunnan Plateau.
Red is the peeling brick wall in Old Town of Lijiang, the light from lanterns hanging high by the flowing water of small bridges, the leaping koi fish in the flowing water, the budding Euphorbia fischeriana flowers in Shangri-La, the blazing fire of the National Party, the glinting hope in the eyes of Tibetan elderly people, and the Yunnan Plateau. ...
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Lanting, which inhabits the south of the Yangtze River, is like an empty valley and a secluded orchid, with ethereal threads flowing in the south of the Yangtze River, full of misty poetry in the south of the Yangtze River, and proudly hidden in Zhulan Mountain. Lanting, a collection of the aura of the Millennium sun and moon, precipitates the elegance of the Millennium years, and is scholarly and inky.
The charm of Lanting is not only because of the quiet and bright landscape of bamboo forest, but also because of its profound history and culture. Mountains, forests, bamboos, and clear water, rapids, reflected around. "The bamboo shadow is clear and the blue sky is as quiet as the wind." In this book, Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty wrote the famous Preface to Lanting Collection, which made Lanting famous all over the world. The Preface to the Orchid Pavilion is devoted to the profound experience and rational thinking of a generation of literati on life, and its rhyme and ink imprint is full of profound humanistic spirit, which makes future generations marvel! Lanting, a collection of exquisite landscapes, exclusive titles and rich historical and cultural accumulation, is immortal.
The vicissitudes of life are like Lanxi water flowing. The years in the empty valley are eternal forever, and the Millennium cycle is only in an instant! I vaguely returned to Lanting in my dream. The mood is undisguised, listening to the refreshing flute, attached to it, and my thoughts are full of immersion.
Lanting, as if from the day it existed, will remain in my memory forever, which is deja vu. I once walked into Lanting on a misty morning, strewn at random with mountains and rivers and rhyming orchid bamboo.
There are beautiful Lanting in the south of the Yangtze River, quiet bamboo forests, gurgling streams, green patches, misty rain and picturesque scenery. When the wind blows through the bamboo forest and the strings rustle, you can smell the fresh and moist fragrance in the air, and the flowers and books are mixed together. Walking on the bamboo path of Lanting, I feel relaxed and happy.
The mist woven by the lingering drizzle and the misty mist floating in the valley make the landscape, bamboo forest and flowers and plants smart in nothingness, and the green bamboo forest plays with nature in the rain, just like a fairyland. Lanting in misty rain is poetic and ethereal. I really appreciate the pure and quiet Lanting Yuge in drizzle.
The water in the goose pond is crystal clear. Shangliu Pavilion is simple and desolate. In front of the pavilion, there is a clear and winding stream flowing, and bluestones are stacked on the shore. Raindrops fall in the water and make ripples. "Qushui flows, singing and laughing, talking about love, believing in coke". /kloc-The scene more than 0/000 years ago seems to be reflected in a stream.
Lanting, with its unique quietness and purity, is stained with the simplicity and elegance of thousands of years, and has a thousand-year-old drunken book left by Wang Xizhi's chanting of the romantic moon, which keeps my thoughts in it. Lanting, isn't your serenity, your free and easy, and your pure ethereal spirit what I've been looking for?
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The autumn wind swept away the yellow of a tree, and only the residual lotus shed tears in the deserted lotus pond. Tonight, the moonlight is still bright, and the star next to it that is willing to be a foil is still shining slightly. You hold my hand, although the temperature is still the same, the fallen leaves on the ground in late autumn tell me that everything in spring has just gone to Qiu Lai, and everything is sharpened, discolored, rotted and fermented in the precipitation of years. No matter how hard the shell is, it will be knocked open by the wind and rain, revealing a skinny core. All the ditches and twists and turns are the most authentic background. After many struggles and losses, we still can't reverse the realistic code. My hands are still cold, as if the autumn wind has penetrated into the bone marrow, and the chill of the attack has completely cooled my once moving and enthusiasm. The heart gradually cools down, and the temperature in the blood vessels slowly drops. Just like a dying body, the body temperature will gradually drop to freezing point. I'm just myself. I'm not the most important person you used to be. In fact, I have always admired myself and magnified my shadow infinitely. You're right. Besides love, we have many more important things to cherish in our life journey, including your relatives, friends, your entertainment, and you will have friends of the opposite sex. And I, my previous thoughts will not change because of this. I am the master of my world. I can't tolerate sand in my eyes, and I can't tolerate that my love is no longer as pure as crystal! The autumn wind is bleak tonight, and the cold air rushes from the soles of the feet to the ends of the hair. You still hold my hand, but I can't feel your temperature. My heart is so calm that there is no trace of the wind blowing. On the boulevard's long, clear moonlight reflects the loneliness of tree shadows, and faded hair is swaying on the Liusuifeng River by the roadside, fading the lingering autumn.
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In the blurred night sky, a golden boat hangs in the gray-black sky, carrying Man Cang's dream and heading for the depths of the clouds; The cool breeze slightly blows up the plain yarn of the night and blows away the dust of the years; Harmonious moonlight flows quietly, breaking the bank of memory; Scattered and softly sprinkled on the leaves, glowing light green; For example, the silver in China is wrapped in a little coolness, which lays a kind of luxury.
The willow branches by the river swayed gently and fiddled with the strings of memory. Dust-laden years are stagnant water stranded in a bay, which quietly precipitates, then slowly ferments, producing pearl-like bubbles, which are shattered by the illusory future. The words of the years always lie quietly in the diary, is it to record the ups and downs of the past or to vent the feelings of the past? How much loneliness and melancholy will be frozen here?
Memory is a wind chime hanging in front of the window, which will always sway gently with the wind of the years and make a silvery sound. When you admire her crispness and sweetness, you forget that she is also undergoing the test of time. "Carving a jade fence should be particularly good, but Zhu Yan has changed." Her memory will fade with the wind of the years, and she will die brilliantly, but she will not be reborn in the ashes. I met, ignored, ran away, and regretted it! Every day is drifting in this intertwined, but always parallel and contradictory emotion. Years have left a string of tears, but I want to erase them, but they are branded in my heart. Asking how much you can worry about is like a river flowing eastward! Only sigh, sigh, sigh! Empty sorrow, white boy's head!
Standing quietly on the barren grassland, looking at the deep sky, thinking quietly. Countless yesterdays flowed away at my fingertips without interest, with confusion and sadness. I have gone through yesterday and the four seasons, and countless spring, summer, autumn and winter have shown me their eternal life breath. But my heart is like a drop of water dripping into the refrigerator. Excessive cold has frozen her into ice and solidified all her memories.
Years are a pool of spring water, rippling with ripples of memories. There has also been the passion of "One day Dapeng rises with the wind, and the wave is as high as nine Wan Li", and the heroism of "I was born useful, and my daughter will come back eventually"; There is also the sadness of "helpless flowers falling, ripe faces returning", and the melancholy of "flowers falling and flowing, when a drop of acacia will be sad"; I also had the frustration of "I want to cross the Yellow River, choke on the ferry with ice, and climb Taihang Mountain with snow", and I also had the belief that "I will climb the wind and break the waves one day and hang in Yun Fan to squeeze the sea". I prefer the charm of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" and the ethereal spirit of "cicada forest is quieter, Tonamiyama is more leisurely" ... but no matter how you feel about life, you can only fall, turn to dust and be buried in the world like withered branches and flowers. ...
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On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing. -