2, suddenly, the face of a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a golden whip, driving away the flying clouds and fog.
3, the snow fell, that a snowflake in the air dancing in various postures, or flying, or hovering, or straight and fast fall, laying on the ground.
4, I put the umbrella in turn to pick up the hail, one by one they rolled around in my umbrella, really like a beautiful pearl, which is nature's gift to us.
5, margins with a few romantic, with a hazy faint beauty, like in the sky, but also close to the feeling of being at hand. Rim to come, the heart of that piece of light, such as the spring of March, bright and brilliant with the heart. Our hearts also have to remember, edge to go, such as a straw raincoat rain Renping calm, allow yourself a quiet sky.
6, flowers bloom season, love warmth three life, a thousand sails fall end, I am still obsessed with waiting for those who are like the wind of the past, still in the memory of lush green. The world is so big, the sea is also vast, if there is a person can read, the heart will not be alone, think of you, as if the whole world has become gentle. When a wisp of flowers roam through the heart, are you also listening to the sound of flowers blooming in the distance?
7, the night deep, love confused, no matter can not guess the true and false, can not see through the red dust, just how can not think, in the end, who gave me the habit, so that I miss, know that it is a phantom, but also has been y involved in it, would like to be relieved, but ultimately can not escape from the circle of despair surrounded by.
8, snow without trace, love without end! Snow is invisible, love has a shadow! Winter, the snow is light; love to come, love to the city. Winter over, snow melt water; love still, love always.
9, my uncle twenty years old, is a dockworker, rectangular face, face black through red, tall, very strong, people know at a glance is a strong young man.
10, the moonlight sprinkled a pulse of fragrance, warm night long. The thought is pleasant, the heart is happy to pass, only because the time flows in the flavor of happiness, time, only the beauty is heartwarming. A day of peace and warmth, a spring water in the eyes of the gentle flow, there is a warmth, and distance has nothing to do with, no words, but the depth of love is incomparable, silent, but infected with a deep. Enjoy the beauty of a read and write, keep a pool of peace and warmth, in the heart of the field full of bright and colorful flowers, smiling, heart, free and clear, to meet the arrival of each round of dawn.
11, the roadside neon lights flashing, I do not know when has stopped working, but the head is not the slightest impression. Maybe the stars in the sky are more brilliant than the neon lights. Late at night everything is silent in the darkness of the night, only in the light of the bright stars in the sky.
12, the autumn wind gently blowing, blew to the fields, blowing the ripe rice smile bent waist, far from looking up a yellow, a good picture of the beauty of the harvest.
13, winter, snow covered the earth, who do not want to throw snowballs in this poplar forest, snowball fight? When you have to return the shortage of goods to avoid the snowball when the poplar tree is the bunker.
14, late fall, this tree pomegranate all cracked mouth, as if a blooming flowers.
15, this spring, in the depths of the clear sound, rhyme a blossom. Flowers bloom, flowers fall, silent look back shallow smile, keep a indifferent heart, embrace a light beauty. Let's laugh at the wind in the free, let us in the cloud in the light of the drift of the past years. Flowers blossom, with the gesture of the flower fragrance world; flowers fall, with the flower of the ease of writing life. Waiting, always slowly practicing in Zen. A quiet room, a meter of sunshine, so that life is quiet and fragrant!
16, flowers without words, light and dust. There is elegance in the veil, and the light is tinted with fragrance. The wind around the tip of the moment, ink into a poem. Those who can follow, can rely on, can read the time, always in a suitable temperature, open into a tree full, in the depths of the red dust charming. This is a long journey, and I don't know if I'll have another chance to see the water. I don't know whether there will still be a waterfront to illuminate the flowers of the state of mind, with the wind chanting, with the rain falling. The first thing you need to know is whether or not you're going to be able to get a message back from the end of the world next year.
17, want you, in order to not want to forget and you together with the little by little, read you, in order to not want to forget you and I had promised to vow, summons to you, for fear that you this big pig head and forget me to the dry clean!
18, there is a person who understands you, is the greatest happiness. This person, not necessarily perfect, but he can read you, can enter the depths of your heart, can understand everything in your heart. The person who understands you best will always be by your side, silently guarding you, not letting you suffer a little bit of aggression. The people who really love you will not say a lot of love your words, but will do a lot of love your things.
19, she looked at him lovingly, he opened the exquisite jewelry box, in this sunny Sunday, the diamond ring flashed colorful light, so that she was happy, he was on one knee.
20, reading to compete for degrees, work to grab positions, marriage to dominate the bed, after death to occupy the spiritual place, competition is nowhere no longer!
21, the light of his eyes is like the North Star in the northern sky, after six months, and the light does not diminish in the slightest. On the contrary, as that date approached, the fire became more blazing, and the star shone more brightly.
22, gradually the sun from the fog out, the light is so weak, and then it is hiding, so that the white fog swallowed everything, surrounded the earth.
23, many years ago, when my wallet is deflated, land seems to be nothing to mix, simply go to the sea, go in our world accounted for the absolute area of the sea stroll it!
24, the daughter lifted her head to look at the distant extension of the long road, gently raised the stiff corners of the mouth, and looked at the old mother beside her, happy and satisfied to continue to move the footsteps, I should feel that the steps are firm and light.
25, I could have thought a lot of quiet, but my heart and my mind always beat violently, not at all quiet, and sometimes once quiet, and like to be frozen in general.
26, the setting sun like a red-faced drunkard who drank too much wine, fell over the mountain side of the countryside, reflecting the water and the sky half red, half golden.
27, above the hillside, the sumac tree bushes, branches and leaves such as clouds, the golden autumn, the layers of forests are dyed, like fire, just like a young girl in red.
28, force into literature: edge, to the mind to bring intangible strength and comfort, to bring infinite happiness. May such a margin go on forever. Margin, marvelous, unattainable, no age and gender, regardless of distance. Any time you meet is not too late, a meeting may be warm life, beautiful life.
29, the splendor of life, not at the tip of the wind and waves, there are countless offerings of flowers and applause to you at that moment; but in, when your prosperity faded, and even the body is crippled, you occasionally feel humble, but there are still people to pay homage to you at that moment.
30, in addition to hanging lanterns, the square also put lanterns. In the City God Temple and lit up the fire judge, the fire tongue by the judge of the clay statue of the mouth, ears, nose, eyes reach out.
31, Huai Shui has love, seawater intentionally, time has a kind of warmth, flowing in the bottom of the heart. Bow a handful of ideas sent to the starry sky, the heart, asked gently across the sky, which one star is my distant hope in this life? I can't erase the shadow of my soul, I can't get rid of the fragrant marks between this shore and the other shore, time will remember those past good. In the dream, the heart has been transformed into a flying butterfly, looking for the dream and go. The heart is like a butterfly dance, there is a kind of sentiment in the world so that the heart can be fond of forever.
32, every night, the rumble of the lathe echoed in my ears, I no longer feel that this is the noise, I no longer therefore difficult to sleep, the sound than the mother's gentle lullaby more beautiful, I sleep in the embrace of the sound of the pillow with the love of the father.
33, soft sandy beaches, jagged reefs, in the arms of the Gulf of Storage Bi, half-drunk and slightly drunk, Chu Chu moving. The gull wings of the spirit, fanning the bright youth, poetizing the burning fishing fire.
34, struggling in the wind and rain has been accustomed to, hoping to create a dream; disillusionment always exercise me, and strive to find their own way.
35, the color of spring for the cold green, such as blue waves, such as young bamboo, stored unlimited hope. The color of autumn is hot red, such as sunset, such as red leaves, marking the ultimate in all things. The color of autumn is warm yellow, such as golden ears, such as sorghum, swirling with the joy of harvest.
36, Early in the morning, I join hands with the fine rain to announce the arrival of light; dusk, I say goodbye to her with all the beasts.
37, the golden sunlight pouring down, injected into the hectares of blue waves, so that the monotonous and calm sea and become some color.
38, Acacia into the wind, thoughts such as rain, I was on the ferry into a silent wait, the opposite bank of the flowers bloomed season after season, Acacia maple leaves red and red; time in the rotating pointer, turned a circle and a circle, thoughts of the Trojan horse in the rotation of the disaster, full of expectations evolved into a yellowed old story, the title page wrinkled, can not afford to read, has been in the flow of the years have fallen into the sadness of the death of the wait for the end of time; how to put this season of Acacia? How to put this season's lovesickness? The eyes of the confused wasted silent years.
39, ah, young people, you have to remember ah, human greatness is often accompanied by human morbidity, you can be vigilant!
40, I walked in your picturesque corridor, breathing a sweet fresh air. You don't know, you're like a bunch of flowers with dew, in the courtyard of my heart sprinkled with a lot of warmth. I see my own sky with seven-color haze, shining with the beauty of the spirit.
41, a few more wind and frost all accepted, a few more hardships in the back. I don't know, when the ideal can be found, but the fate of the heart to tease.
42, the sun is a year of labor to the end, busy in the winter, it is exhausted, almost can not release the heat.
43. The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were hot and bent down, heads bowed. Grasshoppers, numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the fields of wheat and rye, and among the reeds on the banks.
44, affection can ignite the hope of life, for us to hold up the blue sky of the soul; it is a stained with a bit of sweat wet with a bit of tears with a bit of pain, is an ordinary and great beauty.
45, the air is always let first let the bow upstairs sailor breathing, and then the turn of the deck commander. However, he thought he was breathing first.
46, however, to the harsh winter, soon to be spring, so people do not because of the cold and reduce the New Year and spring enthusiasm. On the day of Laha, people's homes, temples, all boil Laha porridge.
47, the sun dyed the sky red, the earth also painted a bright red oil. Slowly, the sun finally rose to high altitude, at once, the sun golden, covered with blinding light, as if a large fireball.
48, when the flowers bloom to confluence, when the willow flakes fall into the tears of the departed, all the love from the thick to light, from light to detached, just as a thousand branches of the thin shadow of the bamboo, crisp and empty. Or in the moonlight wash over the corridor, or in the repair of the shadow of the window, or in the snowy riverbank, bamboo always love to bloom on their own, do not ask the beings this and that, do not follow the seasons of joy and sadness.
49, the other side of the lake, want your heart a lonely, quiet. Without your dream, that idea, is it safe? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. Propped up a handle of oil-paper umbrellas strolling in the rain, about a colorful flower things. This journey, no matter how long or short, you are destined to be in my eyes forever. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about and what I'm talking about.
50, gently, pen in the text of the paper. Although the way through thousands of lonely, when I look back, is still the first encounter with the beautiful, in the time warm, if the jade transparent. The flower has no words, the fragrance is the same as the old. The four seasons are still flowing like the wind. Through the gap of the flow of years, will be placed in the words of deep thoughts. Look at a period of unforeseen reunion, book a beautiful ink and smoke clouds. Ideas, also deep, also shallow. The love, not far, not close. The temperature of this moment is just right!
51, life as a flower, beautiful flowers; life as a song, beautiful and beautiful; life as a wine, fragrant and mellow; life as a poem, far-reaching, colorful.
52, the sunlight that pierces the clouds is like a golden thread, crisscrossing the light gray, blue-gray clouds stitched into a beautiful and incomparable pattern.
53, The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs lie on the ground and spit out their bright red tongues, and the nostrils of the mules and horses are flared extraordinarily wide.
54, the red sunset in the treetops stayed, dropping a faint melancholy. The woods are so quiet and beautiful in the sunset glow.
55, the sunrise began to look like a flat round lamp rising into the air, all of a sudden, it will form a round wheel of fire, high up, spraying a thousand golden light, to all things covered with a layer of brilliant haze.
56, can not stay in your time and space, I choose to relax on this, the feather in my hands, that sadness did not imagine the weight.
57, where is the final harbor, so that we no longer sail away? Under which firmament will we sail, so that the weary will never tire? Where do the fathers of the outcasts hide? Our souls are like those of orphans, whose unmarried mothers died carrying them: the secret of their birth is buried in the grave, and can be known only when we get there.
58, life, there are "tough" this by-product, but also time this medicine, will be unfortunate into fortunate, is the best gift of life to us.
59, benign sexual desire is like a clean and delicious food, vicious sexual desire is like a pit dirty food.
60, force into literature: like, filtered out the hustle and bustle of this vegetarian. This vegetarian, is a kind of fragrance, is a kind of quiet beauty! It is the simplicity of the unobtrusive spilling, is not panicked in response to a variety of wind and rain from the calm. No longer will be at a loss for sadness and joy, not to glory and humiliation of success or failure. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, but I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world.
61, along the river on both sides of the mountains are deep turquoise color, the mountains often wear a little snow, the river is clear as jade. Traveling in such a river, looking at the water and mountains, experience the sailors in the work and diet of the brave place, so that I can not help but often smile in the loneliness!
62, these days, the home scene is very bleak, half for the funeral, half for the father is idle.
63, drive away a piece of darkness, perhaps a beam of sunshine, and drive away the whole piece of darkness, it must be the sun that shines on earth. The sun in the sky may not be able to survive the night, but the inner sun can always light up their hearts in the darkness.
64, the hot umbrella of fire high in the air, hot fish in the river dare not show the water, the birds do not dare to fly out of the mountains, is the village of the dog is also just a long tongue gasping endlessly.
65, young and old men and women are dressed up in new clothes, outside the door posted a good red couplets, the house pasted a good colorful New Year's paintings, which is the family lights all night long, not to be interrupted, the sound of artillery day and night.
66, the sun is lower, blood red, the water a dazzling eyes of the vast waves of light, from the edge of the ocean straight to the edge of the boat.
67, In late fall, the leaves of the aspen tree withered and yellowed, and the leaves were falling one by one and fading one by one, and the aspen tree was welcoming the arrival of winter.
68, in fact, the road of life is never flat, who will encounter a variety of cans. To be like Liu Xiang as courageous, you will be able to leap over one and another, your life is full of splendor and joy.
69, in the wheat and rye fields, in the reeds on the shore, a faint and noisy chirping.
70, Some people say that life lies in sports, which is true, because sports can make people healthy. I like sports, especially running.
71, I love the bright sunshine. In the sunshine, eliminating the shadow, forgetting the sorrow, poetic imagination. Shining through the mind, such as crystal-like transparency, even their own naivety, happiness, as my mood when I was a teenager.
72, I have a sister. She has a pair of bright crystal eyes, eyes below a small nose, nose below but long a mouth, this mouth especially love to eat a see something to eat.
73, like, a touch of light in a thousand colors. This light, is a calm, is a state of mind. It will let a fickle heart, gradually return to calm. Know, do people to maintain a calm, handle a calm, know how to calm the mind simple as a cloud, light look at fame and fortune as light as a chrysanthemum. Believe, surplus a bosom calm people, have the ability to fight for everything they want. Always stick to their own so-called small happiness, live with the heart, simple and happy.
74, the wind, lightly blowing the bamboo forest, bamboo leaves in a slight tremor, really like a long and thin mouth in the murmur.
75, the first acquaintance of the ferry, people come and go. A spring blossom, meet drunk who? A season of grass and warblers fly, eye waves flow. A song of love and affection, warm and moist a few more waiting. I think, no need to remember, because never forget. A little bit of the spirit, a precious. A word of understanding, a world of Nianan. A glance back, a few lingering. A thousand kinds of tenderness, a thousand kinds of drunkenness. The past, a long time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
76, there is not a cloud in the air, a round of hot sun overhead, not a little wind, all the trees are listless, lazily standing there.
77, in the summer, the lake is very windy, blowing away my already messy hair, blowing the order of the grass on the lake, blowing away my weariness of this side of the land.
78, May, along the freshness of a ray of sunshine, roaming roll warmth, a wisp of fragrance, a wisp of tranquility, with the wind drifting through the May plain lapel, light floral fragrance, shallow thoughts, from the stamens slowly, piggybacking on the other side of the euphoria, warming the memories about to be air-dried; the early summer in the cloudy sky beyond, calling out the damp yesterday, writing thoughts of the month of May; gently fluttering over the mountains, fluttering over the sea, the full eye of the Warm thoughts sown in the expectation of the distant, waiting for love full of every day.
79, affection can moisturize the human heart, so that the boat of life sprinkled with sunshine; it is a kind of hidden in the depths of each person's heart and deep emotions, it can break through the obstacles of time and space, so that the two hearts embrace each other.
80, falling leaves without words, warm as in the past, this fall because of you, really beautiful. If time can be folded, I hope to fold each other, sleeping in the time you have me. Let love be like the fragrance of ink and thoughts like water. A string of zheng tranquil heart song, understand your eyebrows love. A song of the song will not leave you, understand your eyes love. Love in the late fall, speechless and in love.
81, probably the darkness is the essence of our human existence, so you do not close your eyes will always have a false sense.
82, life, the end is gathered and scattered with fate. If one day you are tired, stop in my poetry. Because inside there are you, there are me, and the myth that we write together! The years have no words, the years do not speak. All that is in the world will eventually be covered by the light of falling flowers. We have spent our whole life blossoming through the four seasons, and it is still as bright as ever. I'd like to thank fate for letting me meet the warmest you in the most beautiful years.
83, the green spread of August, thick summer flavor has been a little bit stained open, from the shallow and soft flowers and water green, slowly evolved into a heavy ink. The sunlight penetrates the light, sieve satisfied with the realistic alabaster. In the summer quietly looking at the time, those hit down on the heart of the miserable also bright. Don't be in the heart of that wound becomes bright, do not cry, do not make trouble, do not hurt, do not hurt, the day peacefully faded, leaving a piece of true and pure memory, will be so beautiful, so beautiful!
84, you in front of the window, gazing at the inscription of the word, but I was beside the quiet appreciation of your face that I love.
85, spring has a date, this world has a destiny, such a destiny, is a legend, not sensational, but cozy and sincere. The flow of the year is quiet, spring is also warm, who in whose heart cast the soft words? Love at the time of meeting, happy happiness spread to the heart of the sea, only to feel that time is so short, love at the time of parting, infinite fondness, the night and seem so long, let the heart anxiously waiting.
86, we can not guess it, it is all the time is not deterred us. They seem to be light, but heavy pressure in our hearts, so that we feel powerless because of their presence.
87, time as water, roaming through the years. Looking back, through the scenery, faint. Shallow line in another season of deepening spring color, inner tenderness a few, peace a few. This spring, I use landscape as the ink, flowers as the pen. Painting a picture of beautiful flowers, scooping up a cup of spring water to make tea, drunken dreams of a stream.
88, when the earth is hazy, as covered with a light veil, you show half of your face from the east, when the whole world is covered with a layer of red satin. You slowly leap out of the sea, red, like a shy little girl, quietly watching the earth.
89, the heart, walked through the watery years and a season, the heart, read that time seems to be in front of the eyes, the edge, a goodbye to a thought, there have been tears seeped out, wet lapel. That edge, had a little bit of a rhinoceros, heart and heart intersection, aroma stretches far away from the night sky, that is the world's most beautiful deep love. Without any words, just a glance, the heart will understand, will understand the beauty. Even if a margin accompanied by bitterness and helplessness, margin, are sublimated in a thought, giving the deepest flavor of emotion.
90, the woods woke up, in the morning wind combed hair, and busy to the face rubbed with the rose-red sunset.
91, there is a song of the heart, is what we have ****, it is composed with joy, with the understanding of the lyrics, with the sincerity of the chord, with the memory of the dust, from time to time, often used to open the friendship **** play, my friend, your friendship is my happiness in this life!
92, above the dust, the flower period as a dream, a finger drop ink, lightly stained ink time, dribs and drabs, into the bottom of the heart. In the world, and then ordinary women also have ideas, in the world, and then reckless men also have ideas, no matter what people read, what things, that idea is the world of feelings, thick heart, drunken heart, the idea of the end of the world is also willing to read the tears also have no regrets. I read, really is the expectation of spring is the May day in the rosebud splendor.
93, there is not a cloud in the air, not a little wind, a round of hot sun on the head, all the trees are listless, lazy standing there.
94, Excitement and excitement poured out of his psyche like a flood that broke the levee, so voluminous and clattering that he could no longer hide his part of the svelte.
95, the setting sun's afterglow stained the white clouds wandering in the blue sky, but also for them to set a bright crystal lace, these white clouds a moment to change into a rose-colored evening.
96, meet the wind, cut a section of white time, with your favorite ink, splash. The color is suitable for the thick and light, hidden with some heart conversion. That a heart of Gu, that glance forget me stare, in the depths of the rain and smoke quietly bloom. From now on, the end of the world, do not ask the depth of love! I don't want to ask how long I've been with you! All, Chinese years, broken words, are converted to the heart of the perfect!
97, want you, eleven million want you, only because I am y in love with you, hopelessly addicted to your love for me, can not forget you, can not control the brain full of non-stop thinking about you, because I love you!
98, the full moon is a painting, the moon is poetry. The time of the day, gradually moving away, facing the road of life, as fate would be good. Karma with a few romantic, with a hazy faint beauty, seems to be in the sky, but also close to the feeling of being at hand. Fate, blossom and thank you, in the beautiful and elegant Tang and Song poems have long been y precipitated. Those deep and shallow words of the heart, in the spirit of the poetry to splash.
99, I am drifting, grinding. Like a poem, light and elegant. Those sleepless days, have you ever seen the clear shadow of my crying late at night. I've been thinking about it for a long time, so far away. Waiting, so long. Why don't you say anything? This shore, the other shore, just separated by a river, perhaps just stand a mountain. But the thought of thousands of water and thousands of mountains, can penetrate your silence, let the soul dream together?
100, summer, the grass is particularly lush, holly tree leaves shiny and oily, the old elm tree branches and leaves, giving people a thick green shade.