First, let's swing a heavy hammer! Every time I hit the most tender part, when youth dies, those parts will give birth to thick cocoons basking in the sun and eventually become solid stones, supporting our beautiful life that is no longer young.
Second, you walk in the rain, and you never take an umbrella. You have your own sky. It never rains.
Third, in those years, no matter what angle I interpreted you from, you were perfect, and what you lacked was already filled with the brush I imagined.
Life is a way to reflect our hearts. No matter how bumpy and long the road is, we must learn to fly in our own way. Sometimes, I just want to find a corner quietly, quietly watching the sunset in the west and thinking about the problems I have never understood!
Fifth, because of love, so persistent; Because of hard work, there is harvest, and life exudes the fragrance of birth because of knowing.
Sixth, a lonely heart needs the nourishment of love; A cold heart needs the warmth of friendship; Desperate hearts need the comfort of strength; A pale heart needs sincere help; How a closed and alert door needs a sincere key to open!
Seven, in loneliness, our heart can be like a mirror of the lake; You can understand life calmly; You can go with people who were sober in the past. The sages have been forgotten.
Eight, in the silhouette of time, how many warm encounters and how many disappointments.
Nine, in summer, the beauty is that everything is green, a wisp of breeze, gently blowing a light rain, such as the washed sky, especially clear and translucent.
Ten, life is like the sea, and you can only know the breadth of the sea if you can row in the sea; Life is like a mountain, tolerance is the path, climb along the path and you will know the height of the mountain; Life is like a song, tolerance is a song, and only by singing with it can you know the beauty of this song.
In life, we should tell ourselves what we should stick to, not what we should change easily. Although, sometimes we behave like a stupid bird, we have our own flying direction and independent thinking!
Twelve, even if you are a grass, you should strive to grow towards the sun; Even if it is a small flower, it must bloom into a touch of scenery; Even a rainbow should light up the sky after the rain; Even a leaf should find its own spring.
Thirteen, youthful youth, perched in the passing time, silently counting the length of missing.
I don't remember when you flew to my window every day. As long as I reach into the sky, you will appear proudly.
The power of faith lies in that it can help you to sail forward even in adversity; The charm of faith lies in that it can summon up your courage to live even in danger; The greatness of faith lies in maintaining a lofty heart even in the face of misfortune.
Sixteen, good, is a kind of wisdom of life, is a reminder that enough is enough, is a tolerant choice.
17. Missing is like wine. When you drink it, you will get drunk. When you are drunk, you will read this sad moonlight with all your enthusiasm. So, the moon is drunk, the night is drunk, and I am drunk.
Eighteen, standing on the other side of time, looking back at the time on this shore, the vast sea of people, every encounter is a kind of beauty; Every separation is an exile. Think about it, the most beautiful feeling in the world is to wipe out that thrilling joy at the moment of looking at each other, and then sigh, seeing each other late.
Nineteen, wind and rain can temper our temperament, frost and snow can make us calm and calm, fate twists and turns in hardships, and life is meaningful in setbacks.
The world is beautiful, but we should learn to fly in our own way. No matter whether the flying posture is chic or not, it will become a dialogue that we will soon recall. Life, as long as we fly freely in our own way, flying there will be equally wonderful!
Twenty-one, when the flowers bloom, wait for each other, and some slight ripples are hidden in each other's eyes; A little throbbing, just a smile in my heart. The day of enjoying flowers together is the most beautiful time, and those lingering feelings that have passed away are played in Yi 'an's ci.
Twenty-two, I want to know, whose thoughts have those birds flying south in a hurry taken away?
Twenty-three, the past and the future are far away from themselves. The key is to seize the present, seize the present.
I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing away all my memories.
Twenty-five, how much you have paid and how long you have struggled, but one sentence and one result can erase all your efforts, and helplessness will appear. No one will comfort you, no one will pity you, you can only cover your own wound and let it heal slowly.
Twenty-six, the world of mortals, like a dream, the fantasy in the dream, and the beauty in the dream will inevitably be lost in the end. The moment I woke up, there was still some, maybe just some loss, and then a burst of emotion.
Twenty-seven, looking back, the days are full of beautiful light and shadow, and the once moving voice is gradually fading away in the memory barrier.
Twenty-eight, count the fallen leaves in front of the door, listen to the rain outside the window, and the wading sound rings this time. Do you still have your heart wet with rain?
Twenty-nine, perhaps running water, flowing slowly, flowing away a past; Perhaps those deep staring eyes bid farewell to a memory; Perhaps life, in quiet thinking, brings peace.
The past is a dream buried in my memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are tears of missing.
31. I believe that a beautiful life is an elegy beyond words, which is full of loneliness in my heart and has already turned into ice, and you are the most beautiful note this season.
When it's all over, I can't forget the flowers that once bloomed in my dreams when I close my eyes.
Stand by the window, watch the white clouds float gently in the sky, let time flow quietly at your fingertips, let a heart rendered by earthly fireworks gradually calm down, meditate on the tenderness of a soul, and have a quiet time.
34. Looking around, it is a beautiful picture with a faint green color. When the butterfly dances around it, when the dew on the branches can't bear to leave, this may be the richness and endless life.
Thirty-five, the fireworks on the other side finally faded, and the flame in the temple was dying. I saw your childlike smile. You asked whether our sins were finally forgiven when heaven collapsed.
36. Choosing self-confidence means choosing to be open-minded and calm, choosing to stand still in the face of fame and fortune, choosing to hold your head high in front of forces, raising the sail of self-confidence and showing the style of fighting.
Thirty-seven, how many people come and go in the world, how many people pass by, how many people are unforgettable, some scenery is no matter how good, it doesn't belong to you, and some emotions pass by, which is already the best ending. In memory, there will always be some moments that can warm the whole past.
Love is a lamp that illuminates the distance ahead in the dark; Love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring and the fruit in autumn.
Standing in the cold winter wind, the heavy snow all over the sky is wrapping this cold city into a whirlpool. I can't help crying when I think of that sincere and priceless friendship that has passed away.
Forty, I forgot the year, month and day, and on which wall I carved my face. Zhang Weixiao looked at me with a sad face.
4 1. Life is a wise elder and life is a learned teacher. It often turns the spring breeze into rain, silently moistens everything, points out the direction for us and enlightens our lives.
Forty-two, the moment of solitude, having the most natural, pure and quiet time in life, is the moment when the soul is baptized by nature, and it is also the moment to forget the pain and rekindle the light of hope.
Beautiful sentences
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
These little thoughts are the sound of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
My wish is stupid, God. They shout in your voice. Let me hear it.
I can't choose the best for me.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
The desert without Yin is burning for the love of a blade of grass, but she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
Some invisible hands, such as a carefree micro (wind si 1), are playing the music of (chan3 yuan 2) in my heart.
"What's your language, Hai?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Beautiful and beautiful archaic sentences
Beautiful and beautiful archaic sentences
1, may I gouge out my eyes, and may you never be in Chang 'an.
2. Support people who are soft and patriotic, elegant and peerless.
3. Cangxia, Gongziyu, you hold that green umbrella and make a promise to Chang 'an for me.
4. I also saw the blood and dust of the lonely city alternate here, without leaving the innocent smile in the last book. Dreaming that the soft breath of the sky is like a dream, who really woke up? You and I played this song through many memories, but there was no ending. Song I am in Chang 'an
5, has always been a limited body, waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to pity the present. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
6. The sound of swords and halberds is hoarse. Who will show you the killing outside the city? Seven-ply tulle clothes are sprinkled with white gauze. Enemy at the Gates Sixth Army didn't send it, but goodbye is life and death. At that time, I was entangled in the red line for a thousand times, and the difference between thoughts was a marriage scar. Whose old scar can still drink tea quietly and crush this picture of fireworks and rivers and mountains? How can it be the enemy of your brow? A little cinnabar covers the world. It's still just a bustling game-writing protocol, but Peach Blossom just wants to see you again. Listen
7. Strangers are like jade, and sons are unparalleled. -A Cai's "Huangdi Imperial Doctor Abandoning Princess"
8. You said eternal life was waiting for you to be gentle, and then you forgot yourself in your dream. Later, you said that Sanshengshi was looking forward to leaving it for you. Then it became impermanent. You said the sea was dry for you. Later, you said that evil was whispering about your clothes. Later, you said that your fingers were fiddled and played for you. Later, you said that the red line had been guarded by your bald head. Later, the old scene faded. Who will join hands with you to say that clothes can't be wide? Who cried and trembled afterwards? You said Zhu Yan hid his face in front of the mirror. Later, late rain sat alone all his life. You said she had no intention of staying for you. Later, time ran out. Do you know that?/You know what?
9. Even if you cook wine and talk about tea for a long time, in the end, it is deceptive to wash away the lead. Even if the bamboo forest lives in seclusion, it will not be forgotten. In the end, laughing at the world of mortals is just a lonely goose in autumn. Even if it is a long and colorful three-book pen and ink, in the end, the prosperity fades but leaves the heart. Even if you travel all over the world, you will eventually meet and become enemies, but you will never meet again. Even if it is five glasses of turbid wine with white hair, it will eventually turn into a song, and I will look at the moon alone. Even if it is a six-foot sword, in the end, the dispute over floating smoke is only a half-life desolation. Even if the seven stars hang upside down on the battlefield, the iron horse will only be an empty dream in the end. Even if it is an ambush on all sides, in the end, prosperity is no longer, only the world of mortals. Even if it is a series of Enemy at the Gates's nine songs, the Sixth Army will not send them in the end, but they will be infatuated with doomed love. Even if you are in the world for ten years, in the end, Shao Hua will always be lonely.
10, drunkenness is strong, and love is heavy. -Hu Shi's dreams and poems
1 1, a butterfly that devours everything is flying, and Jiangshan is still a past tense. The adherents are getting old several times, and the wandering girl is slowly returning to the song. -Su Shi's "Flowers on the Stranger"
12, "Why do you wander, why do you have a small group of bears, why don't you leave for a long time, why can't you be safe?" -Ouyang Shaogong's Legend Sword
13. How long have you been away? In the spring and autumn, the snow turns into a river, and the east flows like the east. I heard that it will be safe in the future. I only blame the wrong time, but I know that royalty has no true feelings and beauty is unlucky. I have worshipped under Buddhism before. I would like to live and die for her. I only want the teacher to think about reincarnation for three years. The figure is reflected on the wall, and it is too early for the teacher to hear. It's only because you have too much affection for the conference semifinals that you storm the border and play around when the self-reliant conference semifinals haven't returned home.
14, the sky is low, and the children in the world are crazy. Try on new makeup everywhere at night. But this is a paradise on earth. I can't feel the coolness like water, and my homesickness is like frost. Dreams pass through withered mulberry trees from the sea floor. Read all the galactic storms. -Liu Chenweng's "Xijiang Moon and New Autumn Writing"
It was midsummer when he left. Wanhua Valley is sunny, breezy and full of flowers. You sit at the table and listen to the tide. Five kinds of medicinal materials are scattered on the table, and yellow stationery is padded. This time, there was not a word left on it. Pinellia ternata, parasitism, cardamom, acacia. One dose is good medicine and the other is poison. How selfish the man who left was, and he never mentioned Angelica. He cured you of the poison of loving your bones and eroding your heart, and let you savor it for the rest of your life. Living alone, warm and bitter. He didn't say when he would come back, but he wanted you to live alone. Jianwangsan
16, Ce Tian shot Hu Qiang and broke Guan Shanyue. But the mountains and rivers in Wan Li remain the same, and Wu Ge dreams back at midnight. I will defend my guests all my life. Seven show hid a few eyebrows in the past years, adding pear flower sorrow. Over the years, mountain flowers embroidered cheeks, Jiang Huo fireflies, painted in joy. Don't miss you, but take it to heart. When you are around, you laugh easily. From then on, hide the sword left the Red Chamber Painting House and was doomed to a journey of youth. Be gentle and lie for a while. The number of stars and frost changes, remembering people like the moon. Ceekay rotted here, covered with frost and snow. It's raining all over the city, and it's bleak all the way Beggars' Restaurant broke up and parted ways. Since then, they have been singing wildly for parting. Knock down the north and south, east and west, stay in the long river of history, and smell the chivalrous bones. I am in the world of mortals, and I enjoy it. I still remember the traffic jam, when the moon was bright. Shaolin snow presses the stupa, and the ancient temple of Zhong Ming is filled with smoke at dawn. I woke up from a big dream, and since then Bodhi has not seen the brocade book, leaving no evidence. The blue light is facing the window, and it has been clear for several times. Who remembers the world of mortals, never lonely.
17, Wanhua stopped for another autumn. After a stormy night in the small building, the flowers in the valley bloom like day. Remember that it's only a matter of time before a little makeup, and then talk to lanterns about spring and autumn. The ink on the east window is not dry, and the solitary light goes out. The pen is floating, and the time between flowers. Zoroastrianism spring breeze is ten miles slow in Yangzhou, and the long street is like a dragon and a horse, but it is blown down and prosperous day and night. It snows at night in Loulan Guazhou and invades dreams every night. The spring here is tiring and prosperous, but it is not like the strong wind in Saibei. Looking at Wu Qiang in the west, I am alone with the year. Chunyang spent the years of sword burial, the old Huashan Mountain, and the sword meant the world. I just cooked and drank cold plum chess, and I didn't think it was an affair. Come to the pavilion at night to listen to the snow, and remember the fine snow in the old friend's brow. Regret teaching Baiyun and putting the pale dog in the wrong place. Tangmen split the light to catch the phantom, and the golden night was silent. Spring never cherished this body, and Wan Daoguang never cared about falling, hiding life and death and love. However, the shadow of Huan Xiao does not unfold the world of mortals, and there is no fate. Or get dressed at night and enjoy the night.
18. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my eyebrows are full of acacia.
19, full of flowers, full of incense, full of flowers. Do you know that?/You know what? Dark fragrance and empty sleeves. Love is as old as ever, people are as old as ever, lovers are as thin as old people, and tired birds return.
20. How many people can understand the king's grief? He cried like a child. However, no one will come and pat him on the head and say, "Yu, don't cry." I can protect CoCo Lee and Chang 'an in this world, but I can't protect you.
2 1, how many beauties have been worn out and how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink tears.
22, drunk canoe, letter flow leads to the depths of flowers. The fate of dust is wrong, and there is no intention of living between flowers. Smoke and water are boundless, and the setting sun is thousands of miles away. Countless mountains, red as rain, don't remember the way. -Qin Guan's Little Crimson Lips
23. Is it true that Yue Lao and Meng Po are lovers, one holding the string and the other breaking the world of mortals?
24. In short, you abandon the world of mortals and read the old lane of Camellia for the second time. When I heard the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, the four books were affectionate and sincere. Five to send the brocade book to the high hall, and six to admire the clouds and weeping willows. For no reason, there are seven good fish, and the antelope sand is eight frosts. Nine sighs and autumn flowers die. Ten years of deep affection dare not forget. Eleven winter snows press the window, and twelve proud red berries are fragrant.
25, a song, two eyebrows. Send him three songs and write four books, Moses. Five * * * Sangma, six people in the lane don't talk about seven emotions, wandering around. Nine tears are silent, and ten miles draw peach blossoms. Ten have a vision, nine don't stay at home, eight promise, seven times for you. Six cups of warm tea, five minutes of pity. Plum blossoms bloom four times, and Fanghua has a three-year marriage. Lotus, willing to grow old with one person.
26. We hope to fly in heaven, where two birds become one and grow on the earth. The two branches of a tree ... the earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
27, the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
28. "Lingyi Yu Pei, one yin and one yang, under the Rashomon Hall, Qiu Lan is immortal," Qin Shi Ming Yue "."
29, the battlefield bonfire lingering, gold and iron is a vassal. The husband is famous all over the world, and the toast is to invite the moon floor.
30, Sauvignon Blanc looks back at dawn, and the white head is frosty and green. When the teenager turned back, the beauty was dying and dumbfounded.
3 1, warm wind at the bridge head, dust and smoke fans. Leave people to step on horses, and crows will start to pounce on strangers. Umbrella, bow and wide skirt at the bridge. Helping Rou has national colors, but I'm afraid he doesn't know.
32. No one accompanied me in the Spring and Autumn Period, no one accompanied me in poetry and wine, and no one accompanied me in the end. Solve the world of mortals like a person.
33, life, the election suddenly settled. Why don't you want to go ahead, be an official first, and enjoy the wealth.
34. How many people survived the storm? How much generosity no longer exists? How many feats, a dream? How much is a glass of wine?
35. Who was crushed by vicissitudes of loneliness? Whose thoughts are hidden in the tearful back? After thousands of years of sadness, who buried my last tear?
36, purple flute blaring, the world of mortals turns, looking back at that eyebrow eye. After life and death, you replaced me. Fresh clothes and angry horses, I will dance for you. After ten years of exile, I'm finally going to marry you.
37. The rope is broken. Who listens to broken arrow and broken arrow dance? I thought the snow on the moss would wait, but dreams are fleeting time.
38. Lonely stars are broken, dreams are broken, clothes are cold, face is in the mirror, and the moon is thin, looking across the curtain. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and let my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in the heart, and only one clear word sings an unchanging story and fades into the heart.
39. A person lives a lifetime, half drunk, half awake and half floating. -Na Lanxingde's "Flower Tang Chun"
40. Light a lamp, listen to the lonely flute all night, and wait for someone. Three or four winds blew through the heavy gate, the deep courtyard and a piece of red paper. Open this page of the history book of eternal destiny, seal the memory, and draw the oath of Chang' an, which is lonely and floating. Who is waiting for a person to dream too seriously? She drew a picture at the gate, a landscape painting, and people were buried in the snow. Thousands of stupas were buried in life and death. Lonely Tianya had a dream. She played a beautiful string and a song with white heads and less snow. He doesn't know whether it's true or not to boil a pot of tea and break a branch. Bai Meihua holds up the touch of the green umbrella, the rain falls, and the fragrant mahogany blooms in front of the grave, causing a sandstorm. Whose thoughts sprout on stone tablets and dreams. She drew a picture of mountains and rivers at the gate, and people and snow were buried in succession. She played an elegant white-headed flower with little snow and buried the thousand-layer pagoda like a crescent moon in the mirror. He doesn't know whether this is true or not-Hua He Tu
4 1, the lotus has two colors, one for life and the other for death. People follow two ideas, one is to leave and the other is to stay. When I was born, I wasted a thousand times and died. Dead, sigh, stay on earth. -Jin Yi's Wang Jiansheng Fei Yu
42. I heard that flowers are beautiful in the world. Later, I heard that she was beautiful and ashamed of flowers. Later, her cinnabar was chaotic and prosperous. I heard that the wind is blowing and the sky is blue. Later, she left a concern. I heard that she sang on the night of Tang Dynasty. Later, she became charming and drunk. I heard there was no rest. Later, her sleeve dance lost to Tianya. I heard that I miss acacia. Later, her loneliness came through the screen window. Later, at the moment when she put pen to paper and ran aground, I once heard about the smoke and sand in half a city. Later, her hair turned gray overnight, but I didn't see Chang 'an. Later, her ballad wrote the answer. Later, her oath became a much-told story. I once heard the old story of Yan Dou. Later, her memory blurred her eyes and cheeks.
43. I have never felt lonely since I walked through Qian Shan alone. I began to feel lonely, and that was after I arrived in Chang 'an. There is a Chang 'an City in everyone's heart. It took me a lifetime to realize that I had never really been there. -The finale "See Chang 'an"
44. Your wedding dress burned the world like a fire, and since then the sunset has branded my heart like cinnabar. It is said that it was full of peach blossoms, but it rained overnight. -Shocker's "Evil"
45. Who surprises you, dazzles you, plays a song for you, and makes infatuated people lose their way, but they are crazy and intoxicated. Who will accompany me to watch the fireworks and sit alone? Tea is cold.
46. I had a good time on the first day when you were away. The sky was still clear, so I did a meditation in the clouds. The day after your absence, I had a good time. The wind caressed my face and the sky was blue. On the third day of your absence, I had a good time and blew snow crazily. On the fourth day of your absence, I had a good time, listening to the rain, the tall buildings and the lonely blue light. On the fifth day of your absence, I had a good time. The moon was thousands of miles away, so I went home. On the sixth day of your absence, I had a good time, and my soul returned to the old gallery. On the seventh day of your absence, I had a good time, blindfolded and put on cream, singing and dressing up. In fact, it doesn't matter whether I am well or not, just wait for you to go home.
47. He said that the heavy rain by the West Lake washed away your worries, but you looked at the sky and wandered the world. He said that the bodies of Lu Palace are all gray, but you have been guarding Yan Zhixiao of bronze doors. He said that the gunfire was still long and the yellow sand was still long, but you buried the sea flowers alone after the snowstorm. He said that you were chasing wandering footprints and caring about you, but you lost your ghostly smile. He said you were innocent and sleepy, but you failed your destiny. He said that you would take you back to your home under Changbai Mountain ten years later, but you didn't change the final appearance and forgot him.
48. Go find him. The red brocade on his silver armor will stand in the wind, hunting like a banner of victory in the cold wind. His lips are tight and firm as iron, only your figure can make him laugh, and there are two warm tiger teeth. He will solemnly put on a feather crown as heavy as a mountain city for him, and then drop a kiss softer than down on your brow. His pike is bloodshot and looks back at you with a gun, but it doesn't lose the elegance and beauty of Jiangnan Junzi. His arms are broad, his hands are warm but he is not good at words. Hugging you is like hugging everything about him. All my thoughts are poured out in one action. He is as clear as the radiance and as sharp as a sword. Bright and dangerous. He said he would die for Datang, but he would only live for you.
49. The curtains are on the floor. In the vast sky, in the afterglow of Xia Zi, in the lonely sea, the west wind and the thin horse on the ancient road trestle create shadows, just to find you!
50. I hold my head high for you, and you take me riding around the world.
Describe a sentence in a beautiful voice
1. There is a sound that middle-aged painters miss more and more. This kind of sound is wonderful, with color, shape, temperature and emotional stories. But now I can't hear it anymore.
2. I don't know the taste of meat in March. This song should be only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.
In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married and became a father ... The old house in the alley and the rain became the strangest background of his life. On rainy days, he will also tell his son those ancient poems about rain, and friends will always come to his studio.
Rain and fog drench bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings, like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.
At the dock of love, I burn my boat, fearing that you will miss it when it is dark at night, and I will wait with a burning heart.
6 ... She turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
7. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw silver water flowing down like grandpa's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a faint fog and sprinkling it on my face, which was cool. Several streams seem to be in a hurry, running down and accidentally hitting rocks, splashing like flying beads and jadeite.
8. Love every day as if it were your last. Every minute is so beautiful that you cry, no matter whether others are optimistic or negative. As long as you bravely come with me, love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged. Kisses and hugs will be very comfortable with feelings. Enjoy now and don't be afraid of being hurt. We believe there will be many miracles.
9. Tintin's one-night rain rang the gong of spring ploughing and the drum of sowing.
10. Snowflakes in the air fall gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and gentleness. That's because God forgot to wash his hair and the falling dandruff. Honey, I forgot to wash my hair, too, but why did it fall all over the floor, a sad white roof and a white room? The white bird quietly flew over my years, stood in the snow and picked up a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water drops little by little, reflecting a tragic white, and the whole world was like a luxurious worship.
extreme
1, there is a voice that middle-aged painters miss more and more. This kind of sound is wonderful, with color, shape, temperature and emotional stories. But now I can't hear it anymore.
2, lingering sound, I don't know the taste of meat in March for three days. This song should be only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.
In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married and became a father ... alleys, old houses and rain became the strangest background of his life. On rainy days, he will also tell his son those ancient poems about rain, and friends will always come to his studio.
4. The rain falls into the stagnant water and makes a deep piano sound. Elegant and charming breath reaches your ears, your brain and your heart. Considering that in real life, you will know yourself better, make your short-term goals better, consider the long-term direction of life better, and handle the relationship with others better, and have a thought about all this.
5, rain and fog, sprinkled on bamboo leaves, rustling, like a girl stroking the strings, like a spring silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.
6. Going forward, only cicadas and birds are heard. Looking up, I saw thrush and cuckoo jumping around the tree, happy as fairies. I haven't finished enjoying such a poetic picture when the sound of running water caught my attention. Wow, nature can really make the finishing touch! I hurried to Xiaolin, which turned out to be a winding stream. The stream is crystal clear, pebbles can be counted, and small fish are swimming happily in the water, ah! Nature played another song for us. Tell stories to understand the long history of the Chinese nation.
7. At the dock of love, I burn my boat for fear that you will miss it in the dark, and I will wait with a burning heart.
8. In the ancient town, there are cheerful streams beside every alley and under the eaves of every family. Some are bigger, others are smaller. The stream keeps flowing downwards, passing through rows of small shops, passing through happy minority families and passing through rape fields in Huang Cancan. ...
9. Around my life, there are many sweet voices and bird songs that make my heart happy; The teacher's teaching voice enriched my knowledge; The horn of the car reminds me of safety; And the rustling of grass tells me that time is flowing. However, no matter how beautiful and pleasant these sounds are, they will never be as beautiful as everything in nature.
10, summer. After several autumn rains, the stream rose a few poles; The first withered catalpa tree has lost all its green leaves; Golden Xiao Xia, from the gap between branches and leaves, goes deep into the stream; The wave surface splashed with indigo glows like a rainbow.