2, the moon in the air like a graceful young girl, the sky became the stage of the moon girl, she walked catwalk in the sky, wearing a silver sky clothes in the sky to show their dance, a wind blew, the clouds to the moon girl for another dress, then, as if I stepped on a cloud, to the Moon Palace, I saw Wu Gang in the cut osmanthus tree, the Jade Rabbit for me to guide me to the way, I came to the Palace of the Guanghan, to see the Chang'e was combing her hair, just as if she intended to go to the earth and flow freely.
3, sunset west mountain host, falling flowers floating by water; some people say that all the encounters in the world, is a long time reunion. And time is always so clear and absolute, destined to escape, lost and no longer come back. Light time to me to remain, just boundless memories, a few years of wind and rain, converged into a leaping wave in the bottom of the heart of the ripples of memory, whenever I look back, or will be such as the sea of fragments smashed.
4, alone, will always miss the past; if love is not once, I can still be in your hard castle, and you *** enjoy the joys and sorrows? Open the dusty memory, whenever the picture reappears, that a had *** with the previous, the bottom of the heart will add a bitter sigh, in a hammering melody in remembrance of a melancholy ending.
5, the sky is so sparse, allowing birds to fly at will, looking for their own dreams, the sea is so vast, allowing fish to swim at will, exploring the boundless world. Whether it is flowers and trees, or people or animals, all have their own pursuit, perhaps, no action, just because the heart is still at a loss.
6, the playground side of the green belt erected a row of green and upright sequoia, I approached it, with a hand to touch it. Bumps on the bark covered with mottled cracks, composed of irregular patterns, revealing a vicissitude of beauty, so that people can not help but think of the days of the wind and rain lightning and thunder, the passage of time, the seasons change, the sequoia is like a brave warrior steadfastly guarded in their posts inch by inch. In the heat of the summer, the sun in the sky, I seem to see him already sweating, but he is still for us to avoid the heat and shade; winter months, the winds of winter I seem to see him already shivering, he is still for us to block the wind and rain. The perseverance of the sequoia makes me marvel, makes me admire. The road of life is full of obstacles, but if you have this kind of unwavering quality of the sequoia, and what can stop us?
7, the fall air is quite refreshing, not as turbid as the summer, and from time to time, also floating down a few leaves dance sparsely on the concrete road, the fallen leaves dance with the wind, like a butterfly leisurely dance, intoxicating. Suddenly turned over a few heels, suddenly swing like, and suddenly the wind blew to the far away. When it falls to the ground, it will be quiet and motionless, with silk. When the next gust of autumn wind comes, then again like a butterfly dance.
8, perhaps the fate of the unfortunate destined to be their own colorful dreams crashed; perhaps the world's relentlessness will eventually be their own following day's hard work as a bubble to fly, perhaps a lot of difficult to understand but real obstacles and frustrations have long been the intention of the fight and indomitable fight into a road sorrow burst of loneliness, then please reflect on ourselves in the misery of it!
9, outside the window quietly floating snowflakes. There is a wisp of a hidden piano in the distance, like in the telling of a lingering story. I sit alone in front of the window, and the characters in the book silently exchange heartfelt words. For their joy and laughter, for their pain and sadness. The geese have long since disappeared, and the yellow leaves in front of the window are buried in snow. At this time I have a little know how to appreciate the beauty of words. In slowly chewing the language of those who are like sobbing, in quietly feeling those delicate long tone, the eye before the birth of a few fresh and full, vivid characters. But at that time, I still see it as a moving emotional novel, just, written by the minority only.
10, when the Mid-Autumn Festival, these days, although the daytime heat remains, the night of the lake winds have brought a touch of cool moist and a number of autumn. At this time, the sky is clear, the night is like a diaper, the vast and boundless water waves from the distant lake ripples, a fresh taste of the dongtian came to the face. Water waves beat the lakeshore, like the evening drum, like the morning bell, y into the human heart, shocking, thought-provoking, it has become gradually restless in the world injected into a peaceful force, so that people suddenly feel the sky at this time the vastness of the earth's vastness, the wonders of all things, and thus further realization of the rules of heaven and earth run with or without, the heart will gradually become serene and.
11, foot accidentally trampled down a few plants, I squatted down to help them up. The grass is turquoise, green with smoke, green with drops of green, as if a flawless green felt, light to spread on the ground, for the earth put on a green coat, for the world to bring vitality, will be verdant green sent to every corner. Whether it is the barren wilderness, or fertile soil, where there is your figure, wildfire does not scare, the spring breeze blows again. Fire can't burn you out, rain can't beat you down, grass, isn't there anything that can't stop you? Thorny road of growth, if there is grass like this, even if the blood is dripping, but also by virtue of tenacity, open up a new world of their own.
12, flow to the river, half of the river, half of the river red. This red demonic, but your blood, or, out of the corner of the eye oozing tears you left an ancient mystery, I pour the rest of my life can not glimpse a hint of heaven. Yes, you set up the nine curved rings, unlocked only a wisp of silk, ridiculous I wear for years, it is the return of the empty mountain.
13, the impression of the fall should be weeds withered, leaves falling, full of depressed scene. Now in front of the eyes is still a lush landscape, can not help but have a few anomalies. Although it is said that early in the morning to get up can feel a slight coolness, sunset and dusk can experience a hazy sadness, but it feels like autumn is still so far away from us. May face the same blue, can not detect the soft footsteps of autumn, perhaps in the warmth of the harmonious living environment, autumn came especially long.
14, winter, riding the autumn wind, it does not have the spring beautiful flowers, no summer's rich and beautiful, not to mention the fruitfulness of the fall. A mention of winter, many people immediately think of its cold and depressed, withered art remnants of grass. In fact, not, winter personality lies here.
15, there is no blue sky deep, there can be white clouds floating; there is no sea of magnificent, there can be the grace of the brook; there is no field of fragrance, there can be grass green. There is no seat for bystanders in life, we can always find our own position, our own light source, our own voice.
16, the hometown of the river all year round water is very large, from time to time there are water birds landing on the water surface, and then fly up. The water's edge is full of mugwort and calamus, and large, small, thin-legged, long-billed unknown waterfowl often stroll along the banks. The west bank of the hometown has a narrow bridge, less than a small horsepower tractor body width, but is the only bridge over the river for dozens of miles around, so the hometown because of the people and prosperous, became a red-hot bazaar in this area. Later, several upstream paper mills polluted the river, the river became black and stinky, smelled across the river, the fish naturally extinct, hometown of the river became a stinky river, became the earth's scars.
17, when you think of your bright smile under the arms of the soft, against the death of how much lingering! After all, it is still negative you, dust that cloudy eyes looking at the memory of this life only regret born on a soul.
18, in the unknowing autumn gradually fade cold ride into the void aggressively cool autumn wind has now become a bone-chilling cold wind. I know very well that this is the advent of winter, but my mind is still stuck in the realm of the golden autumn. Maybe I drank the autumn girl that shallow and slow wine really drunk drunk drunk very deep very deep.
19, I was sitting like this, in the quiet of the night to feel the quiet and silence from the wilderness. The cool wind drifted in from the window, carrying the fresh breath of the soil. I felt my own even breath in the clock ticking week after week; away from the hustle and bustle, this fickle city suddenly became very quiet.
20, autumn is short! When the cold encroachment when you naturally think of the beauty of the fall that the Thurlow autumn wind is how refreshing ah. In fact, this is only my last year on the autumn of a kind of attachment and feelings only: remember that I did not deliberately view the autumn color and did not personally experience the taste of the autumn high and refreshing and even the autumn is when it came also can not remember. It was only when the cold winter came that I realized: I had missed every detail of this autumn! It was impossible for me to undo it. Autumn has gone with the wind, away.
21, if I am a bird, I will remember that the birth of the nest, if I am a sapling, I can not forget the land that nourishes me, if I am a river, that the snowy plateau has become my memory of the brand, if whatever I am, no matter what I am, no matter what way I exist, I can forget everything around me, and even abandon themselves, but there is one thing is indelible, that is, the return! .
22, summer afternoon, lucifer's feathers cover the sky, heavy haze shrouds the earth, broken magic box, release darkness and fear, lonely dancer, careful to survive in the cracks of heaven and earth, she is tiny but not lowly, the firm gaze cuts through the sky, hard to tear open the steel grayness.
23, the morning sun, the day is not yet bright, I borrowed the weak light, came to the windowsill. Looking around, the world is still immersed in a haze. Looking up at the sky, looking down on the earth, I felt the mystery of its; the sky sprinkled drunken dust, the earth's living beings are enjoying this sweet dream!
24, Bing Xin said: love in the left, sympathy in the right, walking on both sides of life, at any time to sow seeds, at any time to bloom, will be a long way, decorated with fragrant flowers, so that the pedestrians through the branches and leaves, stepping on the thorns, do not feel the pain, there are tears can be fallen, but not sadness.
25, pessimistic people, the first to be defeated by themselves, and then defeated by life; optimistic people, the first to defeat themselves, and then defeated life. Pessimistic people, the pain suffered by the limited, the future is limited; optimistic people, the trials and tribulations infinite, the future is also infinite. In the eyes of a pessimist, what was possible can become impossible; in the eyes of an optimist, what was impossible can become possible. Pessimism can only produce mediocrity, optimism can create outstanding. From the outstanding people, it is not difficult to find the spirit of optimism; from the mediocre people, we can easily find the shadow of gloom.
26, until today, the city's hustle and bustle and boring so that I more and more miss the color of the countryside, the farther away from the countryside, the more burnt. When I was excited to go into that mountainous town again, the village by the town is no longer a large swath of Dutch beans, replaced by a piece of yellow rapeseed, the village farmers are living in the town. It is said that today's rapeseed is a tourist industry, but also can be squeezed out of the golden rapeseed oil, can enrich the lives of farmers.
27, the moon has the yin and ying and round and missing, people have sadness and happiness, life has Tai changes, the year has the change of seasons, through the long night, you will be able to see the dawn, suffering, you will be able to have happiness, enduring winter, you will not have to hibernate, fall out of the cold, you will be able to look forward to the new spring.
28, charming summer, is our bare round exposed honesty. Shallow clear water, is our boys naked swimming natural swimming pool. Splash is the pearl, ripples like the full moon. Childhood laughter ah! It was already rubbed in the waves. By the time the lotus is standing, we head a huge round big lotus leaves, as a rain cover of the blue umbrella.
29, remembering the past, Wang Zhaojun's sister return to the South County, Ban Jieyu's long letter to the palace lights, Dong Efei's thousands of miles of hurt city, Chen Yuanyuan's forbidden dream, Tang Wan's rain and smoke in the Shen Yuan, Bergsby's Beacon Terrace.
30, feeling the blue sky, soft clouds, warm sunshine, warm spring breeze. The repeated spring breeze blew into the hut. Gently close your eyes, breathe y, and absorb the fresh air. Feel the flavor of the spring breeze. Feel the spring scenery everywhere in March. Look up at the blue sky, snow-white clouds. Groups of pigeons flying in the blue sky, showing the vigor of spring.
31, but after he came, all have been moisturized by him, was changed by him. The woods carry the fragrance of early spring wood leaves, and the chill in the wind, though heavier, is peaceful and serene between heaven and earth.
32, sometimes look out the window, will recall some past events. I can't concentrate on what I'm doing. Sometimes I wonder what I will be like after three years. Everything is unknown, just like three years ago I did not know that I will now sit in such a posture in the classroom on the fifth floor of the second middle school.
33, gently blowing breeze wrapped with a few light fragrance, from the flowers there. I approached the bushes, lightly touching the flowers, a call to call out the name of the flowers in a variety of ways to show their beauty. If a pair of shoes stepped on you mercilessly, you would give all your fragrance to the soles of the shoes. How can I describe your selflessness? In life, this is also the case, less of a calculation, more of a humble, will also be more of a beautiful.
34, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, our family together in the yard to enjoy the moon, the bright moon can not help but cause my infinite reverie: round moon whether there really is a beautiful Chang'e fairy existence? Is there really a persistent Wu Gang cutting the laurel? Whether there is that pure jade rabbit in the arms of the fairy everything is so confusing.
35, the crescent moon is out, hanging in the sky, like a kind mother, smiling coaxed the doll on the ground. The crescent moon is out, quietly hanging in the sky, like a playful doll, rules and regulations to look at the sparse stars. The crescent moon is out, hanging curved in the sky, like a golden boat, smoothly carrying the shimmering golden light. The crescent moon is out, hanging gently in the sky, like a smiling eye, shining brightly in the dark sky. The crescent moon came out, how beautiful, how peaceful, how lovely!
36, a path, the twists and turns in the always stir up the heart of the yearning; a wave of huge waves, the tide can be more superimposed on the thrilling sound; a story, regret the sadness in the liver and intestine section of the bleak; a life, down in the predicament of the side of the world shocking heroism.
37, with today's eyes, hometown dirt road, is really bad. First, the special narrow. In addition to the middle of the driveway ditch, people can walk is rutted on both sides of the ridge, narrow sections, less than half a meter, two feet, a person walking on it is barely, if a couple side by side, it can be skewed bump bump bump. If you are not careful, you will step into the driveway ditch, or break the foot, or fall a heel, if you ride a bicycle to walk on it, but also to have a certain technology. Small cars to this, simply look at the road, inch by inch.
38, many people are a thousand sails, only to know how to love a person, love a group of people. I don't want to let those right love miss out because I don't know how to love when I was young.
39, at this moment, the curved moon, the delicate four overflowing moon, in the laurel bush, gently caressing the autumn wind depression left behind the bleak, looking forward to the laurel bloom, fragrant Ruize heart, over the wall of the heart, push open the dusty window of the heart.
40, I looked at the bay of the stream, the bend of the autumn moon, the heart strings stretching some, the face of the bend of the autumn moon at this time, reflecting the bay of water, the wall of the heart is shorter, thinking of the space is wider. I heard, the curved moon, in the empty bright microwave under the thumping heartbeat; I saw, that a bay of autumn water and the autumn moon across the sky, as if the lovers look up to each other with deep affection. That fresh and graceful like the curved moon, shy eyebrows, Chu Chu can be, like a person with love, the autumn moon in the sky, hanging on to the buds of the autumn water, streams and blue waves, the vastness of a color.
41, whenever it comes to the Dutch bean picking season, the green fields, farmers shuttle in the vegetable soil box, in the original colorful painting surface and added a flow of a small song. Picked down the Dutch beans, green, flat, the center bulging full of beans. With the sale of Dutch beans carts drive out of the ridge side of the path, farmers laughed, the village laughed, laughed at the sunset blush, laughed at the crescent moon poked out a thin slit.
42, waving the pen in this life, when the man is gone, the words of the day and the tide flow. Today, the green building on the pavilion, return to the heart is difficult as in the beginning. The blood stained red haze reincarnation shore, yesterday has been cut off, that a thought has been spotted white.
43, if you only see the black spot of the sun, then your life will lack of warmth; if you only see the shadow of the moon, then your life course will be difficult to find the light; if you always find the shortcomings of your friends, you your life journey will be difficult to find the soulmate; similarly, if you always want to be perfect, assuming that your wish can really be fulfilled, then your biggest shortcoming is no shortcomings. The most important thing is that you don't have any flaws.
44, the passing days like a piece of withered leaves and petals, fading away is the youth of pure love and romance. I don't remember how much rain has drifted in the chest wind ringing in the ears, only know that the vicissitudes have long roamed into my heart climbed on my face. When a person walks with the pursuit, then the bumps are companions, trials and tribulations are also companions.
45, not the tree's indifference, not the wind's follow, only because of the leaf's helplessness so choose to leave. It knows that the choice to leave, so that its old mother sad, so that its old mother was said to be a cold and heartless people. But it can not help, it also has no ability to change all this, because from the time it grows out of one, it was God arranged a good fate, God's mission, no one can change.
46, most of the roots of trees and flowers are not beautiful, while most of the flowers are brilliant and beautiful. Because of these not beautiful tree roots and flower roots, only the trees are verdant and lush, only the peony's national colors, osmanthus fragrance, plum blossom of the proud snow red world is because of the beauty of the roots stretched out and become colorful. In fact, we people are the same, the appearance is only a kind of decoration, and the real performance of their own is to extend the beauty.
47, the water's 'bird just leisurely from the river accompanied by clouds flying over, butterflies and fluttering on the water, seems to bring a nourishment to the earth, it seems that the new hope will soon come. The setting sun withdrew its last smile and disappeared into the western sky, the birds also returned to their nests, and bright lights were lit up everywhere. At this moment, I really feel the solidity and freedom of the soul, I have been comforted again.
48, perhaps you are just a tender seedling, however, as long as the perseverance. Will eventually become a tree; perhaps you are just a trickle of streams, however, as long as perseverance. Will embrace the sea; perhaps you are just an eagle, however, as long as the heart is far away, fell a few heels, will eventually soar in the sky.
49, a pillow of frost with me, tonight and do good night. Even if you look through the waters of the fall, but also just repeat the thoughts day after day. The morning curtain rolled light frost, hand test plum makeup. The reason for this is the fact that I have a hatred of being separated from my family, so I have painted a picture of the distant mountains. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
50, we harvested maturity in the fall. The red face of the corn beard, low head of rice, and that floating aroma of apples and pears, in the jar of our childhood life is filled with sweet honey and happiness. The sweet honey in the jar turned into a timeless nursery rhyme, in the long river of my life, jumping a beautiful ripple.
51, ice and snow cover, we need a fire to warm; dark night time, we need a little starlight to warm; the future is uncertain, we need a lamp to warm the seasons, the heart is not filtered worry and sadness, the foot is not to go to the hardships and injuries. Cold days and cold days, let us use what to warm the wind and stand up their own? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
52, the stream in front of the old house, do not dare to slow down. The east side of the fish belly white is still, attentive stream sings a song. The song, filled with so much happiness, joy and poetry. Sunset is a warm and gentle beauty round master, she put the stream's pretty round face smeared pink red, small fish and shrimp in the chest of the stream, enjoy the pampering.
53, every drop of water reflects a colorful world, every pair of eyes are embedded in a colorful world, every stream flooded with a clear melody is glittering with beauty. Don't empty sigh the helplessness of the world, and with a beautiful mood to see the world's prosperity and colorful, savor the beauty of the ubiquitous it!
54, the north look at the Yellow River flows east to go, the gas macro, no colorful, but the great virtue, the Chinese children flow heart folder tears, sense of not words, difficult to say goodbye, when it is time to follow, it seems to be the love of interest is also met.
55, I saw, saw, saw the sun, moon and stars; I heard, heard, heard the echo of the sky; I thought, thought, thought of all living things; I smelled, smelled, smelled the aroma of a person in heaven and earth! Standing in front of the window I look up to the sky, look up to the sun, moon and stars, instantaneous change; I look down on the earth, look down on the multitude of beings, and too well!
56, in each other's years in a hurry. Perhaps not brought up a ripple, but the shape and shadow has been depicted, we all know and perhaps understand, such a parting let us in more than a billion people may no longer be able to meet, but our figure to be remembered by the people who have the heart.
57, the moon so that the dark night has a vitality, has the light, has the confidence. She can make the sky as quiet as a mirror, as beautiful as a ribbon full of jewels, as shallow as the azure of the sea open their eyes, this is not a movie, but the moon's masterpiece.
58, spinning, never stop spinning. Like a wind-up toy, each movement is standardized to the point of no difference. She is the dancer of life, life goes on and on, dancing, falling down, climbing up again, injured, grit your teeth and continue. There is always such a power that allows you to stand up after falling down again, so that you are willing to be injured. Those days that were drenched in fairy tales, she loved the ugly duckling's efforts, the white swan's elegance, those years that were haunted by the dream, she never forgets day and night.
59, autumn has come, but really do not feel the presence of autumn, in fact, is the reason for their state of mind. If you keep a happy heart, life is everywhere picturesque. I think of our teacher's words: where the heart is, where there is a bright landscape.
60, tea is pouring last year to the South Anhui Huangshan sketching local tea farmers to pour. I remember that I was separated from my classmates at the top of the mountain. Cell phone in the mountains and lost the signal, a person in the hillside back and forth playing round and round, want to go to the cloud thin place and afraid of getting lost, stay in place and very passive, then the brain nerves are tangled into a ball, very contradictory, the sky has been dark, the heart is as anxious as burning.
61, the Himalaya straight sky, but above the banner of the climbers; Sahara Desert endless, but inside the trekker's footprints; Alps walled thousands of Ren, but which has the figure of the explorers; Yarlung Zangbo River turbulence, which can be the story of the brave.
62, notes such as a small angel, with a hint of smile, with a hint of mischief, from my fingers gently slipped out, connected to a rainbow of beautiful music. The notes are soft, one after another, open their mouths, the mood of the player, through the mellow music, gently sang out. Thus, the sweet notes seemed to be filled with the odor of flowers. My whole body cells like drinking sweet flower wine, drunk in the embrace of the notes.
63, the sycamore in front of the room sleeps for a winter, the leaves are lush and clustered, blooming with beautiful flowers, layer after layer of branches, such as the six round month of sesame seeds present strings of flowers. The sunshine generously smears the flowers with gold color, bringing more pleasantness and beauty to the world. The turquoise leaves are the home of the birds, and in the dream, the leaves become the oboe of spring and the albatross of Shaanxi Province.
64, busy a few days, go to work, with the family, there is no extra time to do anything, but also take this opportunity to temporarily distance themselves from the network. When my mother was on a drip, I picked up a book and read it with great interest, and I returned to that young man's appearance. Doing housework with my father, I found that the old leader is now very hands-on again, no problem to burn a table of food, greatly praised, and its hypocritical compliments shot sky-high, a certain gentleman used tight, not the slightest year's modest nature. The family sits around and eats hot meals, simple and pure joy, home is always the most warm, because there is love.
65, everyone's story will grow up, brats and crazy girl into a handsome teenager and Ting Ting girl, that is a period of years filled with rebellion to escape and fluctuations, such as the cocoon of the dish, struggling with youth, who dared to, and who can forget, this is a process of metamorphosis, pain and happiness, in order to prove that I am alive and well, I would like to be born like a summer flower like splendor.
66, although you are still just a tender seedling. However, as long as the tenacity, will eventually become a tree; although you are now just a trickle, however, as long as the perseverance, will eventually embrace the sea; although you are now just an eagle, however, as long as the heart is far, after a few falls, will eventually occupy the blue sky.
67, the moon on the branch. The world has quieted down. In this vast Dongting Lake in the waters, looking away from the water in the distance, ditch port, reed deep, fish jumping underwater, gulls and herons flying, fishing sails, lights, feeling more and more harmony between heaven and earth, the more gentle the night. The trees around the lake are quietly standing still, the shadow of the trees, surrounded by the sound of insects chirping, the breeze, everything seems to be so real, but feel elusive, silent Liao Liao, vaguely, floating in the pan, hidden in the color of the blanket.
68, if compared with the city's asphalt road, the hometown of the dirt road does have too many shortcomings and deficiencies. But in that period of history, it is the absolutely indispensable colorful ribbon treasure of the farmhouse. He has left me with more than a good memory, although today's rural areas are no longer rare to find his figure, but he is in my heart, its extraordinary temperament and contribution, often in my mind re-enactment, so far it is difficult to drive away.
69, there are always so much time in life, for the spring flowers and fascination, for the summer dazzling colorful and enthusiastic, for the autumn leaves sprinkled border and infatuation, for the winter ice and dance wildly; step on the sunrise to the youth greetings, looking for the breeze to the present struggle, accompanied by the haze of the sunlight to the future salute; we have walked through the flow of the years, missed the scenery, the time wasted, but when the only remaining fragmented memories, each section are Playing with joy and sorrow, bitterness and joy, tears and laughter. At this time, half of the year, I, you are strong. Every bitterness carries a story, I and you write in that spring, that summer, that fall, that winter, that moment by moment minute by minute second, because that has you and I perfect encounter and shimmering halo.
70, the day gradually brightened, the sun with a new look again to reveal the rosy face. All of a sudden, radiating dazzling light, the light of the red sky; lighting the ground; into the house; illuminated my heart. The wind, with the aura of heaven and earth blowing into my chest; water, gather the aura of heaven and earth flow into my heart!
71, is not to be the sentence: all the beautiful moments are destined to be only a split second to calculate. The Buddha said a snap of the fingers ha sixty moments, in this short life, this moment in the wind and moon, and you see what, remember what. The real miss is to remember, not to repair the next life only for the road to meet with you; the real regret is to meet, but the wave is not cross the pond.
72, spring rhyme song, not the wind and rain, but can moisturize everything; not the blazing sun, but can thaw life; not the summer flowers, but can sow hope. Spring flick, like a mother's exhortation, soft and warm, ironing into our heart, where a seed is buried, moist and blowing on the vapor, injecting it with the vitality of the original impetus to flourish.
73, suddenly swept over the head of a group of playful birds open feathers seem to have been dyed gold in the golden autumn general appear eye-catching. But some of the leaves are not yellow in a golden season of green leaves is a miracle! I feel like seeing the June frost. Autumn rain is falling, not too much like flower needles. I like this kind of rain!
74. The moon lights up half the sky. Only in the distant sky can you see one or two stars, shining faint light, is slowly disappearing. The river, which had been running all day, was slowly flowing in the moonlight. When the evening wind blew, the waves sparkled like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the surface of the water. Ah! The river is bright, the fish fell asleep as if, quiet, the whole wide river surface is like a mirror, like a ribbon decorated with jewels; the ground is bright, a look, a white, really seems to cover a layer of frost.
75, accompanied by the setting sun, modern Kongming, the setting sun in the west, sinking in the clouds in the sky. The fiery red evening sun, has long been coloring half of the sky. Stepping on the stone path in the field, came to you, looking around, you are still so unpredictable. Watching you never stop sinking to the bottom of the mountain, sitting on the grass next to the river, caressing the youthful vitality of the stream, enjoying the river and the evening sun *** long sky a color, smelling the smell of the soil under the grass, sniffing the scorched smell of the soil under the sunset, my thoughts have long drifted to the faraway places.
76, you said Qiantang prosperous since ancient times, you said Chutian thousands of miles of Qingqiu, and now the horse trampled on the withered grass, how to arrive after the end of the snow you told a big lie, the flow of years cited as evidence, trapped me in obsession, still looking at 100,000 jagged people. This life, the bitter pursuit of your footprints, just yesterday's frost and in, today's smile is difficult to return.