2. The water is so tantalizing that the mountains and islands stand on end. (Cao Cao: <Watching the Sea")
3. White hair floats on green water, red palm plucks clear waves. (Luo Binwang: "Aria of the Goose")
4. The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flows eastward to this point. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
5. There is no way out of the mountain, and there is another village in the darkness. (Lu You: "Traveling to Shanxi Village")
6. Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun")
7. The water of the Yang Liu River is green, and I hear the sound of Lang Lang singing on the river. (Liu Yuxi: "The Lyrics of the Bamboo Branch")
8. The flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the River")
9. The spring is silent and cherishes the fine stream, and the shade of the tree loves the water. (Yang Wanli: "Small Pond")
10. The peach blossoms outside the bamboo have three or two branches, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi: "The Evening Scene on the Spring River")
Morning River Song Bai Juyi
A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, half of the river is red.
Pity the night of the third day of the ninth month, when the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Give Wang Lun Li Bai
Li Bai was about to leave on his boat when he heard the sound of singing on the shore.
The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.
Remembering Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery is old and familiar.
The flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise,
The water of the river is as green as blue in spring,
I can't help remembering the South of the river.
The water is glistening and clear, and the rain is also strange.
The flowers of the river are red hot at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as orchids in spring.
The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away, and the grass has not withered in the south of the Yangtze River in the fall.
The story of water
Love the water. I've loved the river in front of my door since I was a kid.
Like the water ripples, wave light, and the projection on the water surface.
Love the clarity, the subtlety, the depth, and the tolerance of the water.
Also like the water's surge and ripples, as well as the passionate bravado of rolling up a thousand piles of snow ......
Memory, I grew up near the water. The flowing water, taking away several childhood joy, never return.
Standing at the water's edge, I always meditate on where the water has gone.
Standing at the water's edge, always asking why the water has been so soupy and unceasing?
Water, through the river convergence, into the river, into the sea.
When I was wandering, the water soothed my soul. That river, had stirred up the tide of the soul. That sea, had become the course of the ebb and flow of life.
Had stood on the shore of the Pacific Ocean, body of the vast expanse of the bo and far, resting on the depth of the water and the big ......
The shore is very far, is a destiny of the far.
Water, become the most luxurious thing in my life.
Walking in the West, I realized how precious water is!
There is a long way from the river, there are no lakes there, there can not see the river and the sea ......
The cascading barren mound mound, the village in the mountain mount, the dry gullies, the people on the loess slopes, all their lives are praying for water heh.
A mouthful of "mother's water cellar" is their greatest joy and comfort.
Thirsty villages and thirsty fields were once synonymous with poverty.
Water, carrying the arid mountainous regions of western generations of hardship, and lifting the dreams of generations!
Water, interpretation of the legend of the West.
A mouthful of "mother's water cellar", full of stories of care.
In fact, the lack of water may not be just the west of the hehe ......
Water, full of rivers and lakes of the heart.
Rivers and lakes, filled with water stories.
The home of water is the home of human life!
Water, the lifeblood of human existence!
Green grass, mountain love is like a painting, verdant, blue sky, a group of white birds flying over, singing softly the melody of spring, gentle wind gently blowing across the water, swept over the water delicate face, she felt itchy, so comfortable. Water is happy, she lies in the warm embrace of the sea to enjoy the deep love of the sea, in the wide embrace of the sea, the water as much as possible, happy to play, caressing the broad chest of the sea, the face of all the tenderness; water is romantic, she is always creating a serene atmosphere, listening to the celestial music of nature, intoxicated in the entwined landscape, feeling the endless wonderful melody; water is Good movement, sometimes jumping with the rhythm of the waves, stepping on the beat of the waves, sometimes crazy spinning, sometimes still like the night; water is changeable, sometimes like a volcano fountain, sometimes like icebergs and deep pools, changing the face of the different. The sea was completely mesmerized by his dance, was infected by her wonderful song, can not help but embrace her melt together to enjoy the heartwarming moment.
Water clearly know that they are just a drop of water, so small, inconspicuous, only when she and the sea as one, only to feel their own value. From then on, in the embrace of the sea, no longer inferior, no longer dependent, no longer wandering, no longer wandering, because he found his best home - only the sea can accommodate her never-ending nature, constantly fading soul, and only the sea can stop her never stopping footsteps.
Until one day, the water meets the clouds.
White clouds stretching the lazy shoulder, gently dancing his dress, dashing, he was suddenly like a wisp of white smoke through the sky, suddenly like a group of naughty sheep running, he ran and played, did not pay attention to anything around him, because in his eyes, only the sky, that is his dream of paradise, the enjoyment of total freedom, he always wanted to fly, only the sky can give him wings, let him soar! He wanted to fly, he loved the joy of flying, he loved this kind of unrestrained freedom, and only the sky could give him everything he dreamed of. He couldn't help but feel happier and more dashing as he thought about it. He floated ah floated ah, suddenly he saw the sea, saw the sea serene water, the surface of the water reflected his dream-like figure, the cloud stopped, he saw himself in the water, completely do not believe that he is so beautiful in the water, that flooded with colorful colors, he is so moving, he did not want to leave, just quietly look at themselves, stayed.
Water suddenly met the cloud, completely struck by the cloud heart, she really do not believe that the world there is to let her again the heart of the shadow, excited heart can not be suppressed jumped ceaselessly, she was completely by his ethereal figure fascinated. Only she herself knows, this is a completely does not belong to the sea feelings, an unspeakable feeling. She gazed fondly at the white clouds, thinking that the white clouds are looking at their own look at the dull, she did not know that the playful clouds are only curious to look at their own reflection of the figure in the water. The water can not help but call the white cloud "cloud ah, you see your beautiful cloud dress how dashing ah, you come down, and I dance?" The cloud was intoxicated in his own shadow, froze for a moment, only to hear someone call him, he showed a cheerful smile, smiled at the water: I can not come down, I come down and you become water, I only belong to my sky, only the sky can give me wings to soar. Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you, and it's time for me to go. The cloud waved his stance and left, leaving only the water's despondency and loss: why doesn't the cloud understand its own heart?
Water began to get tired of the sea, looking forward to the arrival of clouds every day, lamenting that the mediocrity of the sea is inferior to the drift of the white clouds, the calmness of the sea is inferior to the dynamics of the white clouds. She can never change the nature of the flow, even if it is singing, but also exudes the taste of loneliness, the sea but not the slightest sense of this song in another voice, he was accustomed to the song of the water, accustomed to have the water of the tide of the rise and fall, he could not feel the lack of mediocrity in the song, and salty and astringent in the bitter taste, and could never have imagined that the water is always in the illusion of leaving him, longing for a strange temptation, the romance of the moment, and longing to find the extraordinary oxidizer, regulating the heat of love.
How much the water missed the white cloud, how much it looked forward to the cloud's second projection. She waited so obsessively, constantly looking, hoping for sunrise, waiting for sunset, accompanying the rising tide, urging the tide to fall.
Finally, one day, the cloud came again, the cloud is still curious, floating over the water, still mischievous look, asked the water: do you still remember me, my friend, how have you been? Water happy tears: how can I not remember it, I think of you every day, looking forward to your arrival, I thought you will never come again, to know that you only in the water to show your most brilliant light ah, without my accompaniment, you can not find yourself how ethereal, how touching. Cloud listened to a heartbeat, he could not help but be silent. Perhaps everyone's life is like this, tired of the familiar ordinary may be everyone's **** nature, no one does not long for something to change the ordinary ordinary, everyone has a reason to be tired of, but always find excuses for themselves, to maintain this normality, for fear that they will one day out of the orbit for the world to spit on. Thinking about it, he also could not help but marvel at the helplessness of people, people can not help themselves, people's hypocrisy, but he is not the same. Cloud afraid, he did not want to change, thinking of the world's eyes, can not help but a cold war, and water casually perfunctory a few words, he went, he is sensible, he is after all not as sentimental as the water, in fact, he also saw the tears of the water, there is a hint of touching, because he also want to always look at his most dashing figure in the water reflecting, there is which can escape the desire for the good things it. But he couldn't, he couldn't leave the sky he knew so well, where he had his career, a piece of heaven that belonged to him. He didn't hesitate and left soon after. He just left a sentence when he left: I will not leave you, I will come to see you sometime. Because we will always have that logical connection, no one can avoid it, there is no way to avoid the chance of me meeting you.
Afterward, the water seldom saw the cloud, the cloud is like a ghost, will always appear when the water waits to disappointment into despair, give the water endless imagination, let the water can not stop, want to stop. That day, the cloud came again, the water is really happy, as long as the sight of the cloud, everything is forgotten, completely lost by the cloud.
Water wanted so much to stop suffering like this, she didn't want to wait and torture herself like this, she finally decided that even if she lost her life, she would jump into the cloud and embrace it tightly. She did not hesitate to jump up, but she also just left the sea was about to leap, was blown up by the wind. It turned out that the wind came to help her, she saw that the water was in too much pain, so she wanted to help her, driving up to the clouds. The water was blown by the wind up into the sky, and before she could meet up with the clouds, she suddenly felt a wave of heat coming over her. She was stung in the eyes by the dazzling sun, and her whole body turned into vapor in an instant. Water was no longer water, and in order to be with Cloud, she completely sacrificed her life, drifting away without a trace in an instant.
Turned into steam water is now how regret, why always wait until the loss of realizing that some facts can not be changed, leaving the law is tantamount to bury themselves, she not only lost the sea, lost the opportunity to meet with the cloud, and now even their own can not be found.
But what is the use of regret? The water could only wait, wait to become raindrops again, to be put back into the arms of the sea.
Finally, after a few rounds, the water's vapor finally turned into a raindrop, and she fell into the ocean again. She finally realized that she was more fortunate than the other raindrops to have the chance to merge into the sea again, and in its swift fall, she embraced the sea tightly, and in the moment of dissolution, felt the most stirring beauty of being one with the sea again.
From then on, she would be with the sea forever, never to be separated.
She could only hide the cloud in her heart and treasure it, and could only comfort it from a distance.
1. The so-called Iren is on the side of the water. (Poetry? Reed reed")
2. The water he tantalizing, mountain island horrified. (Cao Cao: <Watching the Sea")
3. White hair floats on green water, red palm plucks clear waves. (Luo Binwang: "Aria of the Goose")
4. The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flows eastward to this point. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
5. There is no way out of the mountain, and there is another village in the darkness. (Lu You: "Traveling to Shanxi Village")
6. Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun")
7. The water of the Yang Liu River is green, and I hear the sound of Lang Lang singing on the river. (Liu Yuxi: "The Lyrics of the Bamboo Branch")
8. The flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the River")
9. The spring is silent and cherishes the fine stream, and the shade of the tree loves the water. (Yang Wanli: "A Small Pond")
10. The peach blossoms outside the bamboo have three or two branches, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi: "The Evening Scene on the Spring River")
Morning River Song Bai Juyi
A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, half of the river is red.
Pity the night of the third day of the ninth month, when the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Give Wang Lun Li Bai
Li Bai was about to leave on his boat when he heard the sound of singing on the shore.
The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.
Remembering Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery is old and familiar.
The flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise,
The water of the river is as green as blue in spring,
I can't help remembering the South of the river.
The water is glistening and clear, and the rain is also strange.
The flowers of the river are red hot at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as orchids in spring.
The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away, and the grass has not withered in the south of the Yangtze River in the fall.
The story of water
Love the water. I've loved the river in front of my door since I was a kid.
Like the water ripples, wave light, and the projection on the water surface.
Love the clarity, the subtlety, the depth, and the tolerance of the water.
Also like the water's surge and ripples, as well as the passionate bravado of rolling up a thousand piles of snow ......
Memory, I grew up near the water. The flowing water, taking away several childhood joy, never return.
Standing at the water's edge, I always meditate on where the water has gone.
Standing at the water's edge, always asking why the water has been so soupy and unceasing?
Water, through the river convergence, into the river, into the sea.
When I was wandering, the water soothed my soul. That river, had stirred up the tide of the soul. That sea, had become the course of the ebb and flow of life.
Had stood on the shore of the Pacific Ocean, body of the vast expanse of the bo and far, resting on the depth of the water and the big ......
The shore is very far, is a destiny of the far.
Water, become the most luxurious thing in my life.
Walking in the West, I realized how precious water is!
There is a long way from the river, there are no lakes there, there can not see the river and the sea ......
The cascading barren mound mound, the village in the mountain mount, the dry gullies, the people on the loess slopes, all their lives are praying for water heh.
A mouthful of "mother's water cellar" is their greatest joy and comfort.
Thirsty villages and thirsty fields were once synonymous with poverty.
Water, carrying the arid mountainous regions of western generations of hardship, and lifting the dreams of generations!
Water, interpretation of the legend of the West.
A mouthful of "mother's water cellar", full of stories of care.
In fact, the lack of water may not be just the west heh ......
Water, full of rivers and lakes of the heart.
Rivers and lakes, filled with water stories.
The home of water is the home of human life!
Water, the lifeblood of human existence!
Green grass, mountain love is like a picture, verdant, blue sky, a group of white birds flew over, singing softly the melody of spring, gentle wind gently blowing across the water, swept over the water delicate face, she felt itchy, so comfortable. Water is happy, she lies in the warm embrace of the sea to enjoy the deep love of the sea, in the wide embrace of the sea, the water as much as possible, happy to play, caressing the broad chest of the sea, the face of all the tenderness; water is romantic, she is always creating a serene atmosphere, listening to the celestial music of nature, intoxicated in the entwined landscape, feeling the endless wonderful melody; water is Good movement, sometimes jumping with the rhythm of the waves, stepping on the beat of the waves, sometimes crazy spinning, sometimes still like the night; water is changeable, sometimes like a volcano fountain, sometimes like icebergs and deep pools, changing the face of the different. The sea was completely mesmerized by his dance, was infected by her wonderful song, can not help but embrace her melt together to enjoy the heartwarming moment.
Water clearly know that they are just a drop of water, so small, inconspicuous, only when she and the sea as one, only to feel their own value. From then on, in the embrace of the sea, no longer inferior, no longer dependent, no longer wandering, no longer wandering, because he found his best home - only the sea can accommodate her never-ending nature, constantly fading soul, and only the sea can stop her never stopping footsteps.
Until one day, the water meets the clouds.
White clouds stretching the lazy shoulder, gently dancing his dress, dashing, he was suddenly like a wisp of white smoke in the sky, suddenly like a group of naughty sheep running, he ran and played, did not pay attention to anything around him, because in his eyes only the sky, that is the paradise of his dreams, the enjoyment of the freedom of the land, he always wanted to fly, only the sky can give him wings, let him soar! He wanted to fly, he loved the joy of flying, he loved this kind of unrestrained freedom, and only the sky could give him everything he dreamed of. He couldn't help but feel happier and more dashing as he thought about it. He floated ah floated ah, suddenly he saw the sea, saw the sea serene water, the surface of the water reflected his dream-like figure, the cloud stopped, he saw himself in the water, completely do not believe that he is so beautiful in the water, that flooded with colorful colors, he is so moving, he did not want to leave, just quietly look at themselves, stayed.
Water suddenly met the cloud, completely struck by the cloud heart, she really do not believe that the world there is to let her again the heart of the shadow, excited heart can not be suppressed jumped ceaselessly, she was completely by his ethereal figure fascinated. Only she herself knows, this is a completely does not belong to the sea feelings, an unspeakable feeling. She gazed fondly at the white clouds, thinking that the white clouds are looking at their own look at the dull, she did not know that the playful clouds are only curious to look at their own reflection of the figure in the water. The water can not help but call the white cloud "cloud ah, you see your beautiful cloud dress how dashing ah, you come down, and I dance?" The cloud was intoxicated in his own shadow, froze for a moment, only to hear someone call him, he showed a cheerful smile, smiled at the water: I can not come down, I come down and you become the same as water, I only belong to my sky, only the sky can give me wings to soar. Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you, and it's time for me to go. The cloud waved his stance and left, leaving only the water's despondency and loss: why doesn't the cloud understand its own heart?
Water began to get tired of the sea, looking forward to the arrival of clouds every day, lamenting that the mediocrity of the sea is inferior to the drift of the white clouds, the calmness of the sea is inferior to the dynamics of the white clouds. She can never change the nature of the flow, even if it is singing a song, but also exudes the taste of loneliness, the sea but not the slightest sense of this song in another voice, he was accustomed to the song of the water, accustomed to have the water of the tide of the rise and fall, he could not feel the lack of mediocrity in the song, and salty and astringent in the bitter taste, and could never have imagined that the water is always in the illusion of leaving him, longing for a strange temptation, the romance of the moment, and longing to find the extraordinary oxidizer, regulating the heat of love.
How much the water missed the white cloud, how much it looked forward to the cloud's second projection. She waited so obsessively, constantly looking, hoping for sunrise, waiting for sunset, accompanying the rising tide, urging the tide to fall.
Finally, one day, the cloud came again, the cloud is still curious, floating over the water, still mischievous look, asked the water: do you still remember me, my friend, how have you been? Water happy tears: how can I not remember it, I think of you every day, looking forward to your arrival, I thought you will never come again, to know that you only in the water to show your most brilliant light ah, without my accompaniment, you can not find yourself how ethereal, how touching. Cloud listened to a heartbeat, he could not help but be silent. Perhaps everyone's life is like this, tired of the familiar ordinary may be everyone's **** nature, no one does not long for something to change the ordinary ordinary, everyone has a reason to be tired of, but always find excuses for themselves, to maintain this normality, for fear that they will one day out of the orbit for the world to spit on. Thinking about it, he also could not help but marvel at the helplessness of people, people can not help themselves, people's hypocrisy, but he is not the same. Cloud afraid, he did not want to change, thinking of the world's eyes, can not help but a cold war, and water casually perfunctory a few words, he went, he is sensible, he is after all not as sentimental as the water, in fact, he also saw the tears of the water, there is a hint of touching, because he also want to always look at his most dashing figure in the water reflecting, there is which can escape the desire for the good things it. But he couldn't, he couldn't leave the sky he knew so well, where he had his career, a piece of heaven that belonged to him. He didn't hesitate and left soon after. He just left a sentence when he left: I will not leave you, I will come to see you sometime. Because we will always have that logical connection, no one can avoid it, there is no way to avoid the chance of me meeting you.
Afterward, the water seldom saw the cloud, the cloud is like a ghost, will always appear when the water waits to disappointment into despair, give the water endless imagination, let the water can not stop, want to stop. That day, the cloud came again, the water is really happy, as long as the sight of the cloud, everything is forgotten, completely lost by the cloud.
Water wanted so much to stop suffering like this, she didn't want to wait and torture herself like this, she finally decided that even if she lost her life, she would jump into the cloud and embrace it tightly. She did not hesitate to jump up, but she also just left the sea was about to leap, was blown up by the wind. It turned out that the wind came to help her, she saw that the water was in too much pain, so she wanted to help her, driving up to the clouds. The water was blown by the wind up into the sky, and before she could meet up with the clouds, she suddenly felt a wave of heat coming over her. She was stung in the eyes by the dazzling sun, and her whole body turned into vapor in an instant. Water was no longer water, and in order to be with Cloud, she completely sacrificed her life, drifting away without a trace in an instant.
Turned into steam water is now how regret, why always wait until the loss of realizing that some facts can not be changed, leaving the law is tantamount to bury themselves, she not only lost the sea, lost the opportunity to meet with the cloud, and now even their own can not be found.
But what is the use of regret? The water could only wait, wait to become raindrops again, to be put back into the arms of the sea.
Finally, after a few rounds, the water's vapor finally turned into a raindrop, and she fell into the ocean again. She finally realized that she was more fortunate than the other raindrops to have the chance to merge into the sea again, and in its swift fall, she embraced the sea tightly, and in the moment of dissolution, felt the most stirring beauty of being one with the sea again.
From then on, she would be with the sea forever, never to be separated.
She could only hide the clouds in her heart and treasure them, and could only be comforted by distance.