Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? Life is like a dream, a thousand times.
To be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
Los Angeles is silent, the pen is broken, dancing is strange and dusty, quicksand flies, Qinhuai drizzle cuts melancholy, Ike ink is warm, the moon is bright in Qin Dynasty, and it moves over the female wall, Cangyang Jiacuo, shaking music. Iraqis look forward to the curtain and can't be king, so they have to wear red makeup under the moon. I don't know who hurt them. Birds are still in pairs, busy singing together. But Iraqis shed two lines of tears. Isolo is accompanied by moonlight, and only the lonely shadow lingers. Lying under a wicker skirt. People say that if two feelings look at each other forever. Why do I dream with you? The people in the play are heartbroken and meditate in their dreams. Ask yourself who Yuanyang is spinning for? Looking back at the lonely shadow under the moon, falling flowers around me. You can enjoy Iraqi red makeup alone.
The wind is bitter, the water is cold, the whole lotus is fragrant, the peony is fragrant, the morning dew is drunk, the willow leaves are light, and the dusk in Xiaoxiang is rainy, just like hanging a curtain, craving lips and teeth. Li Xiao sits at the table, taking photos on the wall, sending a piece of paper, singing and dancing like jade, soaking in half a cup of tea, watching the lifelong displacement, sighing the residual dew in Yu He, and complaining that the blue face is stained with wind and frost. Drunk tonight, time has passed; Memories of the past, simple notes. The pupa becomes a butterfly, and the butterfly breaks into a flower, but the flower flies with the wind. Sing a few whispers and get drunk and ask what year it is today.
I'm exhausted, I'm sad, the stars are hidden in the moon, I live alone, I'm in tears, I'm drunk in the reflection, I'm rosewood, I died of a beautiful love, the night engulfed the mountains, and I'm reminiscing. Rose is cold and weak, playing absolute beauty, with a swaying face, and the solo is over. Cold dreams come into being, mountains are picturesque and lofty sentiments are empty. I will write a piece of ink for you and write down the love on earth. Yuanyang playing in the water, Tsinghua ups and downs, leaning on the bar and thinking deeply, hating the morning light.
Looking forward to excellent prose 2. Green trees are looking forward to germination, grass is looking forward to germination, birds are looking forward to flying high, children are looking forward to growing up, families are looking forward to harmony, relatives are looking forward to reunion, the collective is looking forward to unity, the country is looking forward to reunification, and the world is looking forward to peace. I also have those childhood hopes. ...
I wish I were a bird, and I could fly freely in the sky. How free I am without the punishment of my father and the nagging of my mother!
I wish I were a tree, so that I can be ignored, do what I can't do and do what I want to do. How happy I am!
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On my way to school, I am often late because of the traffic jam. At that time, I hoped I could go directly to school to avoid being told by the teacher. When I was collecting my homework, I suddenly found that I forgot to do it. I was so anxious at that time, it was not true, but I finished it in a second. When quarreling with my classmates, I wish there was a peacemaker in front of me; When cooking, how I wish everyone else would run slower and cook first; After school, I was in a hurry because I had too much homework. How I wish I could finish my homework in an instant ... all these hopes are actually just boring hours, but my childhood hopes have not disappeared.
How I hope my parents can take me out to play during the holiday and have fun; When I am with my classmates, I am so looking forward to never getting old. ...
I hope children in mountainous areas can go to school smoothly. Compared with them, we are happy, with books, classrooms, normal schools and convenient transportation. But left-behind children in mountainous areas are different. My parents worked in other places all the year round and were brought up by grandparents of different generations. Therefore, they have developed an independent and self-reliant character. Although there are too many disappointments in objective conditions, they have a strong desire to learn.
White clouds look forward to the blue sky, the moon looks forward to the night, animals look forward to nature, springs look forward to bluestone, lost lambs look forward to their mothers, intoxicated children look forward to a better tomorrow … yesterday looks forward to today, today looks forward to tomorrow; History looks back on the past and looks forward to glory. ......