Lang rode a bamboo horse to get plum around the bed.

The concubine gave the initial amount and folded the play in front of the door. Lang rode a bamboo horse to get plum around the bed. In the long work of living together, the two children have no suspicion of guessing. Fourteen is the king’s wife, and the shame is not tasted. Bow down to the dark wall, thousands of calls will not come back. At the beginning of the fifteenth day, I would like to share the same dust and gray. Always hold a pillar letter, will you go to the platform. The 16th king traveled far, and Qutang was piled up. May is untouchable, and the ape is mourned in the sky. In front of the door, the green moss was born one by one. The Moss is deep and cannot be swept, and the autumn wind of fallen leaves is early. In August, butterfly yellow, double flying west garden grass. I feel this hurt my concubine’s heart, and I am worried about my old face. Get three buses in the morning and evening, and books and newspapers will be pre-released. It is not far to meet each other until the wind and sand grow. “Changgan xing” Li Bai had two children about seven or eight years old playing in the corridor of the classroom during class that day. The girl said to the boy: I want to go around! The boy said frankly: OK, let me hug you. So the girl closed her eyes, opened her arms and waited happily and nervously for the boy to hold her from behind. The boy hugged her tightly and turned quickly, with her little face turning red; The girl’s two braids also danced with the rapid rotation of her body. Her giggling laughter rippled in the corridor, and the boy smiled happily in her cheerful laughter. When my colleague Hao saw this scene and shared it with me happily, my heart couldn’t help being infected by the happiness of these two children. We blurted out at the same time: this is nothing to guess! I can’t help thinking of Li Bai’s “Changgan xing”. I have always loved Li Bai’s shi zhong. His poems, or his imagination, are novel and intense emotions; Or his artistic conception is KIWI and magnificent, and his language is fresh and lively; Or he is vigorous and magnificent, heroic and natural. His poems reach the artistic heights positive romantic poetry in ancient China. And his song “Changgan xing” is my great love, because in this story, there is my favorite perseverance and loyalty.. This poem writes about her nostalgia for her husband in business in a woman’s tone. The style is lingering and graceful, with soft and deep beauty. This woman’s love is warm and unrestrained, and at the same time it is so firm, lasting, dedicated and deep. When her husband went out to do business, she was worried about her husband’s safety. Her lovesickness was just like spring silkworm spinning, and it was endless. It was exactly what Li Shangyin said that the Spring Silkworm was exhausted until the silk died, and the wax torch was gray and tears dried. The concubine gave the initial amount and folded the play in front of the door. Lang rode a bamboo horse to get plum around the bed. In the long work of living together, the two children have no suspicion of guessing. These six sentences depict the images of innocence, vivacity and loveliness of both sides. I believe that many people will smile easily after reading this sentence, and their thoughts will gently trace back to her childhood with the memory of this woman: I remember when my bangs first covered my forehead, often fold a flower to play in front of the door. Lang Jun always rode as a horse on a bamboo pole, holding plum to chase around the chair. For a long time, we have lived together in Changgan, and we have never doubted each other. What a pure and beautiful memory we all had before, but such a childhood has been far away from us. I believe that many people’s hearts, will not turn back with this woman’s memory. It is not necessarily that there is no happiness in feudal arranged marriage. What matters is whether to fold the heart in Sleepless in Seattle. The woman in Changgan xing grew up with Lang Jun from an early age, but she didn’t expect fate to lead them to grow old together. In fact, this result is beautiful. They know each other and don’t need to break in, because when they grow up, no matter how to refine it, you will never meet someone who meets your heart. I have a special liking for Taibai’s “long business”. In addition to such a kind of full of innocence, I also like its meticulous and deep grace. Fourteen is the king’s wife, and the shame is not tasted. Bow down to the dark wall, thousands of calls will not come back. At the beginning of the fifteenth day, I would like to share the same dust and gray. The meaning of these six sentences is that when I was fourteen years old, I became your wife, and when I got married, I was too shy to raise my face. I lowered my head to the dim corner of the wall, and I didn’t turn my head back even if you called me thousands of times. At the age of fifteen, he smiled happily and swore to grow old with you until it turned into dust. I believe that many married women will be like me when reading this sentence, and I can’t help laughing secretly. I really have to admire Li Bai from the bottom of my heart. How can a man have such accurate taste and expression? From ruthless to affectionate to affectionate, which first-married woman is not like this? That happy nest, from your home to our home, the transformation of women’s roles requires a process, and in this process, men’s patience and gentle care are needed. It should be said that the role of men in marriage is crucial, and what kind of men will make what kind of women. If a man knows how to love, then his woman will live a bright life, still like a peach blossom near the water; Otherwise, his woman will wither like autumn leaves. In fact, a man gives warmth to a woman, and the reward he gets will be far greater than his contribution. Because the growth of a woman in marriage will give his mother tenderness and care, as well as his wife’s modesty and perseverance. At the beginning of the fifteenth day, I would like to share the same dust and gray. It shows that the woman has gradually completed the role conversion, even if it turns gray, she is not willing to separate from her husband. It can be seen from the constant holding of the letter, whether on the lookout platform, that these two people have deep feelings, like glue. Women believe that men, like the end, are a man with heavy feelings, heavy righteousness and faith, so they will never be as miserable as the women on Wangfu platform. However, real life is so ruthless that men have to go out to do business in order to make a living. The woman was worried about her husband’s safety at home, because her husband’s boat only needed to pass through the terrible pile of qutangxia. In May, the water rose and flooded the heaps. It was as if the ship passed through the gate of a ghost. It was difficult to tell where there were rocks. Even in sunny weather, we need excellent sailing skills to save the danger. The woman was worried about the ship hitting the reef in her heart. The two ears seemed to hear that the ape was whining sadly at the top of the mountains on both sides of the mountain gorge. The whine was like a sharp dagger, which seemed to draw blood marks in her heart and made her panic all day long. But the days still have to endure slowly. She can only rely on the warmth of the past to drive away loneliness and Lovesickness. She can only rely on his warmth to warm up and draw strength. Although he was not at home, the shadow and smell of his presence were everywhere in his home, and it seemed that he had never gone far. Yes, he went out to make a living, but did his heart ever stay away from home? How did he ever walk out of her heart? How long the time of parting was. The footprints of his leaving slowly in front of the door were covered with moss one by one for a long time. The Moss is too thick to sweep, and the autumn wind is early and the fallen leaves cover it one after another. She counted the days day by day, looking forward to the day by day, stepping on the footprints left by him in front of the door day by day, as if the footprints still had his lingering warmth. In the autumn of August, pink and yellow butterflies are so frivolous that they both fly across the western garden and play love in the grass. She couldn’t help feeling sad and painful in this scene. She remembered the love she had with him, the warm scene when he was at home, the warmth and taste he left behind, how could she beat the passage of time? Although she tried hard to put his smell on her chest, she just felt lonely like a tide coming to her day and night, and she could only sink in the sea of lovesickness. It seems like a water in the past few years, and no matter how beautiful the face is, it cannot endure the passage of time. The lovesickness and sorrow all day long made her look dull. In those days, the facial expression and charm of the initial recovery, untasted and beginning to show her eyebrows had disappeared, which made people feel heartbroken, I couldn’t help sighing for her fate. But what she remembered in her heart was not her own beauty, but how could he return? Deep thoughts surged in her heart. She couldn’t help making a deep call to her distant husband. No matter when you go home, you must send a message in advance to let me know that as long as you receive the letter from your pre-arrival home, you must not be afraid of the long journey, even if you take a long journey of 700 miles, you must welcome you home when you get to the long wind and sand. How passionate and unrestrained the emotion is, and how loyal the woman is. Although she fell into the mud of lovesickness and suffered from parting with him, she never complained. Her loyalty to her husband will never change because of the torture of years, but will become deeper with the passage of time. After reading this, I suddenly remembered a song “ask”. Maybe this song can better interpret the soul of this woman: who makes you move, who makes you sad, who will let you occasionally want to hold him in your arms, who cares about your dreams, who will understand your worries, and who is moved by you. Never ask if she is a woman. She ‘d better be naive forever for the people she loves. A woman is easy to be passionate and always trapped by love. But a woman, love is her soul. She can devote her whole life to the people she loves.

Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

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Linjia Lane

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The confusion of summer night

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Love story

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If marriage is only three years

We always make marriage perish because of a little trivial matter. If our marriage is only 3 years and you still don’t cherish it, then it is to give you another 3 years if you don’t cherish it or don’t cherish it. I am emotional psychology steamed bread, a Web writer, that’s all.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Who will roll up your long hair

Chaoyang Yingxuan window, warm house soaking fragrance. I like to meet an ancient beauty in such a situation best, and let her have three thousand green silk and fly freely. The irresistible hair brushed my palm, leaving a wisp of refreshing daughter fragrance. The beautiful feelings wandered in my heart, and what was fixed was only the intoxicating back or the pearlescent hairpin. Outside the cold window, there were few graceful figures, and there were few colorful people walking in a hurry. In the morning glow, my gentle fingers swept over my black hair and began to take care of it in front of the mirror. It was a little soft and smooth. I have always been fond of soft and silky long hair, which has not been cut off for many years. It is also the most beautiful scenery in my the bloom of youth. Think of a sentence in the novel The Red Dowry dream of the lady: when I have long hair and waist, will you marry me young? I will wait for you to shop the red dowry? I have long hair waist, I wonder if you have seen it? Maybe I just like it gently, which makes me run out of time, and I won’t cut my long hair for a long time. When my friend called, I was playing down in front of the mirror, combing my hair. She said bluntly: still so fond of smelly beauty! Remember when you were in high school, your flowing long hair didn’t take away the boy’s sight! Ha ha! I still remember that at that time, in order to pass the college entrance examination, this single-plank bridge, how many girls cut off their beloved long hair, but I have always been the same. When the Black July passed, I suddenly had an impulse to cut off my long hair. The boy in the back told me awkwardly, don’t cut it off, it will lose its luster, and I have been paying attention to it. I am stunned! It turned out that the person who secretly rolled my hair in class appreciated it rather than making trouble. It is like appreciating a picture scroll and occasionally touching it, which is caused by the infection of the young soul. Perhaps, I should thank the boy who rolled my hair. His words left me long hair with waist. Several years later, I simply trimmed it, but I didn’t really cut it short. It seems that under the black hair, it contains my gentle and tender female mind, which needs to be understood by a person in the years. The streets in winter are extremely lively, especially some new wedding photo studios, where cars of various colors are always parked in front of the door. Don’t ask, who is the wedding ceremony? Put your hair in and roll it up in a high bun, delicate and touching. The hands of designers are really clever, and any hair quality is full of temptation after being served by him. Which newly married man is not interested in such a new married woman? On peach blossom, there were flowers and a grand wedding. Does the happiness of life begin today? I would rather believe it is. Every woman will meet a person who holds up your long hair for you in her whole life. Your blue hair is destined to be elegant for him until it becomes white hair. What is the envy of being able to turn green silk into white hair and still love it as before? A remote small mountain village, a white-haired old woman, the first thing she gets up every morning is to stand in front of her house and look at the rough road below the mountain, waiting for only the villagers to know, she is waiting for her husband to go home, and the first is more than 70 years. Just three days after marriage, the husband joined the Red Army and left. This time I left, I never came back. Before leaving, he walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, went to the county town below the mountain to buy a mirror for his wife, and used up all his savings. In the following decades, this mirror became her only thought. Every day, she looked at the already rusty mirror, washed up and combed the raven black tresses. Long hair is reserved for the king, but he has gone for decades without any news. Red Cherry, green banana, streamer is easy to throw people. The people in the mirror are getting old day by day, and they look different. In the river of time, they gradually wither, gaunt and wither. When Jun returned, he rolled up his long hair for me. This is a lifetime. Years can’t stand waiting, and love has become vicissitudes of life. I am no longer the girl with beautiful hair and waist. Will you still love me for a lifetime? Influenced by parents, I like listening to Qin Opera. In the “the case of beauty”, Qin Xianglian sold the fields of his family in order to make up for her husband’s trial. Who knows that her husband Chen Shimei had no news for three years. After years of famine in my hometown, my in-laws starved to death. In order to bury them, they sold their houses and their hair. If you give your body skin to your parents, can you sell it? What can she do? When she came to the capital with a pair of children and daughters begging along the road, in exchange for the land was the cruel killing of her husband. For Chen Shimei, on the one hand, he was given a beautiful and rich woman, and on the other hand, he was the married wife who gave birth to his children and took care of his parents. He didn’t even hesitate, and he cut the mess with a knife. Tired of such a man, people do not know what kind of words to describe him. He doesn’t know what is hair settlement? How many years did he walk from green silk to white hair? It was really a waste of the hair sold by Qin Xianglian. In the end, Chen Shimei had no good ending. Nowadays, the mention of his name has become a synonym for the mind-bearing man. However, will the sold hair be recovered? I think, hair can grow new, emotion will not return to the original, hair knot has lost its meaning. It turned out that I was the king, but the king did not cherish it. Another farewell, but a lifetime. A woman is beautiful because of her hair. If she loses the beautiful black hair, even what a fashionable hat can’t reflect your beauty. The imperial family’s harem is full of three thousand charming, all of them are green and charming, with towering temples and hairpin sparkling. With the increase of position, the bun naturally rises and the hair accessories also increase, which is a symbol of honor. The woman in the palace wall, competing for favor for love and benefit, isn’t the beautiful hair a side winning point? Nowadays, all kinds of fashionable hairstyles have no nationality. Look at the yellow hair, red hair, and even more, the yellow, green and red hair dyed everywhere. Many people begin to miss the most original bun, natural, refreshing and soft, representing the sentiment of Chinese women. Indeed, I miss the era of storage, even the expression of feelings is implicit, but I can snuggle up with each other all my life. In the gentle time, between the spotless words, I don’t expect a piece of fireworks from the world. I only want to wear a bun for my REJOICE long hair at a dark dusk, then gently said: I like it!

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

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Red Dust and love, full of flowers

In May, it is warm, and the wind is refreshing with the fragrance of flowers. Sitting alone in front of the window, you can let your thoughts be left between the lines, let you miss and walk with ink. Your smile will be clearly visible in the sun.

Outside the window, the heart is bright and bright, and the day with love is full of green eyes. I will meet and collect, write the most beautiful love poem in the world with the rhythm of no regrets, and let the thoughts walk between the lines, and the plain color of the paper will become mild warmth. I don’t know how many flowers will bloom in this spring, but I just want to be the most elegant one in your heart. If you don’t say that the sky is long and you don’t say anything for a long time, you will only fill your eyes with joy, put your smile in the softest place in your heart, pass by your sadness and happiness with a first heart, let the time pass by, take a calm and calm, and make you as old as the frost. You said, there are three thousand prosperous people, but one of them; I sing, thousands of songs, but only love one song. In this world, there is always a person, although he has experienced a thousand turns, looking back, is still his smiling face, there is always a name. Although there are thousands of ways, it is always the only one in my heart. The encounter of the red dust, the love is deep, who drinks the loneliness for whom, who writes the loneliness for whom, but yes, the love goes deep without complaint. As soon as I met the dust, I promised you a warm spring with my regretless persistence. You gave me a warm time with tenderness and water. The Heart is dust-free and the words of love are like snow, this journey is not accompanied by the moon. I would like to write the pure beauty of time with you with love. Often moved, moved all you gave me, you are like the lotus seed I lost five hundred years ago, you came slowly, bringing all my expectations for happiness. Love flows in your heart all the time. There is no loneliness in your fleeting time. There is a world with you. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. There is also a pleasant sight in your dreams. You are the person who has been waiting for me outside the bridge. You are not a passer-by. How many thousands of turns have you written the hug between heart and heart today. On the plain paper of years, I wrote with thick ink: meet without regret, and cherish it. If I can’t meet you in this life, I don’t know how long I will be at the ferry of reincarnation and how many times I have hoped to meet such a you on the road of red dust, accompany me to dream in the time, recall in the years, watch in the wind, pour in the rain, sing a first heart Qing into a song with Miss dipped in the flower clear dew, drive a flower to the sea, just for one person, just for one heart to low to dust, from then on, no longer lonely and lonely, in the thousands of turns of years, accompany me to face the sea, waiting for the spring blossoms. Understand, it is the bright red of the head of the branch in March; It is the gentle wind of the willow, if the sun is warm, the heart is warm; If the fragrance of the flowers, the fragrance is clear, the flow of love from the depth of the soul turns into skewers notes, plays the movement of soul and deducts the poetry of life. There are days when you understand, time is no longer lonely, season is no longer cold, that kind of warmth is the most real affection in the heart; That concern is written in the most beautiful poem of the years, understand, it’s spring’s smile. Meet, let the rhythm of life fill with joy, and the fate with you is the deepest memory in the current year. I use persistence and regret to freehand the pure beauty of love. When the wind blows, I hid myself in a flower and thought of you quietly in the lonely shadow. When the rain fell, I put my heart in my poem and wrote a whisper with you in light ink, watching is parted lives never parted love thoughts, knowing each other, and the affection of a river of spring water. The story about flowers blooming is scattered with fragrance all over the ground. I don’t want to pick it up, just let it go with missing, falling into your time. There are always some feelings, which have to be hidden deeply. There are always some sweet fragrance lingering in my heart. Those days when you drink with words and depend on your heart make watching become the most beautiful scenery. You have read the pure white and soft inside of me. I cherish your weakness and loneliness. Love is a flower in the dust. I know that I am more honest and moved in the wind and rain, in the warmth along the way, it is full and abundant. If you move your heart, read your own way and meet it, let the picturesque fleeting time have a meaningful taste, just like the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower, and the rain will remember the freshness of a green leaf, there are always some things in this world. The longer the agarwood is, the never old it will be. Looking back, a light smile, is happy and beautiful. This spring, I sat in the one-meter sunshine you gave me, read the poem you wrote to me, and invited the breeze and the moon with a kind heart for curtain. If you, time can stay at this moment, I am willing to, Tang Feng Song Yu, accompany you in the ancient words of thousands of years; If you miss, you can look through the autumn water, I am willing, take a poetic, lingering with you in the smoky rain of Jiangnan. In the light and shadow of the past few years, how many parts and parts have been shown, but you are the scenery I will never forget when I see it. In this life, I would like to spread the red dowry with the original heart of Ruoxue, with the charm of a flower, you are intoxicated in your plain lines of poetry. I have always believed that as long as two people are holding hands together, they will not feel confused even if they walk in the dark night. Two people, two hearts, depend on each other, which is to warm this life and meet you with the red dust, through your joys and sorrows, you laid lovesickness for me with tenderness, and I will meet you through time and space. When I first met each other, it was colorful; When I met each other again, I still always thanked for my deep feelings, for the warmth of the Sun to the Earth, for the vastness of the sky to the world, and for the embrace of the sea to rivers, thank clear Dew for the sweetness of everything, the rain for the moistening of the field, the white clouds for the lightness of the sky, the flowers for the fragrance of the air, and the grass for the decoration of spring, thank fate for letting me meet such a you, giving me all the beauty of life and enriching my years and years. Love nurtures warmth, time and beauty. This spring, because of love, I made the most beautiful wish to the blue sky and white clouds. I hope all sincerity can be exchanged for true meaning. All emotions are no longer uncertain and all persistence is no longer waiting, all encounters can write the most beautiful legend. With a smile, wait for a spring breeze to in the rain; With a bright light, take a touch of affection to each other, put a wisp of thoughts into the hair, and call it to be a lovesickness; Move the little bit by bit, collected in the heart, tied into Truelove Knot, holding your hand, sniffing, the dark fragrance of life, you are there, I am there, the best understanding is also there, is the best time in life. If one day, the prosperity is no longer withered, the season is no longer cold, the time is no longer lonely, and the sky is no longer cloudy, I will cook wine with you plum, bet on books and pour tea, leaning against a window of warm water for years, see the most beautiful flowers in the years. QQ2273811825 likes (prose editor: Dimo Cheng hurt) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Just because of you

I met you by chance and didn’t see your face. I was attracted by your voice and opinion. Everyday life is rising day by day, you make my life full of vitality. Never thought of being together, a phone call, a message, the joy of the day. How are you? It’s getting cold, add more clothes. Mutual care and greetings are the most wonderful content of the day. If you repeat it over and over again, the taste is different each time. Two connected hearts. Although looking forward to the other party’s news, although you can say nothing, you still keep each other’s reserve. Maybe because we think too much, hinder too much, and worry too much, we want to be as young as children, but we have heavy steps. I tried to lengthen the distance of silence and try to leave you; I was thinking that you were not what I imagined. It must be that I was possessed by some demons and ghosts. In the car, I can’t hear anyone’s words. The plots of all the songs are ups and downs of you and me. I imagine you infinitely with the music, and the sound of the music touches the heartstrings I miss. When I come back at night, I can’t wait to find your trace on the internet. My thoughts are like a flood. We are all repressing ourselves, loving but turning around. We try to move from illusion to reality. But I haven’t seen you for a few days, and my thoughts are more intense and hard to restrain. It is like mountains and seas, waves after waves, and my heart is unbearable. There is no sufficient reason for love. Love is love without thorough understanding. Love is unstoppable. Don’t need to get close, get close, be afraid of hurting the other party, and be more afraid of hurting yourself. Just look at, care, relax, isn’t it good? When I walked into green hills and clear waters with music, all the beauty turned into you, like loquacious glide flowing sweetly in my heart. At this moment, the worries of the world disappeared, the sound of nature spread Konggu, and the flowers refreshed into my heart, life is so beautiful just because of you. Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

The most beautiful

[Introduction]]. Maybe you are not the best, but you must know how to love me most; Maybe you are not so perfect, but you must know me best; Maybe you are not rich enough, but it must be the most real person. The time is late, but the time is agarwood. There is a kind of love that is never old, without the company of day and night, only the tacit understanding of heart and soul; There is a kind of love that is always maintained, without the confession of eternal love, only every minute and second.

Buddha said that all the encounters in this life were the reunion of the last one. Love is a story that continues to be written for a long time. Hate is a story that ends with old grudges. In one’s life, flowers bloom in half the world and autumn is cold in half the world. There are always some encounters. Autumn is cool and spring is shining in an instant. There are always some encounters, which may not be met in the most beautiful years, but the real fate starts from the day when they meet, and it is destined to be the most beautiful time in life. How can the beauty of a glimpse be brought to happiness by the bland of a long stream of water? It is an accident to meet anyone in your life, whether it is beautiful or wrong, and the unexpected arranged by heaven cannot be rejected. If you meet in the bustling sea of people, this person will become a scenery in your life, you may have decorated other people’s dreams. In the past, some people have amazed the time and some have been gentle, but there will always be such a person who is born for your love in this life. When he comes from afar in a hurry, fate opened a beautiful prelude. Two trembling hearts jumped into scriptures. The sight of the intersection of two happiness shuttled into weft and carefully woven into a feather of love, in the hope, it gradually turns into a beautiful crane in the care. In the twilight, in the lush woods, by the quiet stream Lake, in the blue sky, it sings alone, swimming in the sky and looking at the World proudly, the arc lines behind him depict the most graceful traces in life, hanging high in the sky, Like the Sun in the day and the moon in the night, there is always a trace of extremely happy love, shining alternately, warming and comforting the heart. In a review of life, the most beautiful thing is the smile of a lover, and the better thing is that he smiles because of you and brings you an extremely bright world. Zhang Ailing said, I have been looking for that feeling, the feeling of holding a pair of warm hands and moving forward steadily in cold days. After tens of millions of searches, I suddenly looked back. In this autumn, you were like a golden leaf falling beside me. The intoxicating taste was the same as what I had dreamed for countless times, only when you dress up my love lightly, a barren heart becomes lush and fragrant again, and my heart is reluctant to put it down any more. What a wonderful feeling it is. Once a stranger suddenly became my whole world one day. You are worried about me! You are happy with me! You are healthy! True love always finds another true heart with sincerity, which is a special taste. They smell the familiar taste they want and actually want to have it regardless of everything, from now on, I don’t want to separate again. Just because love is really delivered, At midnight and dawn, the feeling that comes to my heart is sweet sorrow, and the moment you call gently is sweet shyness, when I remember you, I will suddenly feel warm again ….. in the wonderful words, I have inspired you. Those punctuation words with your company, the longer it lasts like wine, the Zen incense it shakes gently, and it will be treasured in my memory. In the beautiful melody, I have you to have resonance, those songs you have heard with you, like waves passion jump, and singing gently will always move in my mind; In your years, those scenery you have enjoyed, such as Colorful oil paintings, framed one by one will never fade in my mind. As long as I have you, I no longer expect to meet the next second, because you have filled my heart and decorated my whole world day by day. Do you know? Dandelion’s love is the love that can’t stay. White flying feathers continue to accompany your footsteps like the wind. The ends of the Earth will always be missed to the sky with you, forever, forever, I once thought of the most romantic thing about being with my favorite person: find a place that no one knows, from sunrise to sunset, Walking hand in hand aimlessly, sharing the freedom and tranquility deep in the heart; Listening to the bell of Buddhist temple deep courtyard together in the drizzle, feeling the cleanest and most beautiful language in the world; Sunny afternoon, gate yard, under the dark floating plum tree, I picked up a Tang poems/song phrases book to explore the legacy of the Republic of China; I made a sumptuous dinner by myself, watched him eat with relish, and dabble tacit understanding of deep smile; make two cups of fragrant coffee. In the music, the delicacy and elegance of life are refined under the light; On a moonlit night, he lay happily in his arms and listened to him telling stories in a faint breath, sleep quietly and have a dream of the end of the world. Maybe you are not the best, but you must know how to love me most. Maybe you are not so perfect, but you must know me best; maybe you are not rich enough, but you must be the most real person. The time is late, but the time is agarwood. There is a kind of love that is never old, without the company of day and night, only the tacit understanding of heart and soul; There is a kind of love that is always maintained, without the confession of eternal love, only every minute and second. Deep love, Warm to the old, even if I lose you one day, there will be a corner in my heart that will remain for you forever, your smile, your voice, your breath, everything you have left there, until I didn’t breathe any more, I disappeared with my soul and rose to the sky. Because I want to take you and promise our next life together. The most beautiful life is the transparency and joy from the deep heart. I am looking forward to the next life when you give me a free and beautiful life. The sun is warm and warm, and you speak with the King; The years are quiet and good, and the group is old. Holding your hand, integrating love into life, gentle and gentle, returning you Eighteen Springs, waiting for Frost and white hair with you, watching the long flow of water with you.

Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

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Linjia Lane

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Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

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Love story

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A wisp of mind is nine looms

In the collection of poems of Yuefu, the most sad and moving one is Midnight Song, whose tone is sad and sad, and even there are ghost songs in the House of Wang Yi of Langya. In Song Ci, the one that can be comparable to this “Midnight Song” is “nine looms”. This group of anonymous’s “Nine looms” has a strong color of folk songs. Chen Tingyi’s “Bai Yuzhai’s words” commented on this as a wonderful ancient Music House, without reducing “wind” and “sao” from high places. Thousands of years of absolute tone. Another cloud: the word has reached its peak. This group of “Nine looms” shows us the image of the brocade girl who is extremely loyal to love. She loves the charming a radiant and enchanting spring scene very much and pursues a happy life persistently. From picking mulberry to Brocade, from Farewell to Huaiyuan, a colorful and vivid picture of life is formed. She woven her sorrow and lovesickness on brocade and woven “nine looms” one by one, hoping that her lover could understand her heart. The silk thread is sentimental, wisps of resentment, needles and needles are tearful, and the Bobo cone heart reflects a touching love story of bitterness and spring. A machine, let us see a simple young woman, picking up Mulberry on the stranger. In a radiant and enchanting spring scene, the Spring heart of people was inspired, and the nature was full of vitality. This woman was lazy and intoxicated. The Peach Blossom is blooming, enchanting and gorgeous, and the flowers are rippling with soft spring feelings. On the branches, there are pairs of Orioles crowing happily. The flowing Yingge is fascinating and makes people reluctant to leave. When I saw Tsai sanmo, I thought of “Song of the mulberries” in “collection of poems of Yuefu”. The southeast corner of Sunrise was hugged by Qin’s. Qin has a good girl named Luo Fu. Qin Luofu. I think this brilliant woman must be as beautiful, pure and faithful as Qin Luofu. Otherwise, when passing by saw her, how could it be delayed immediately? Two planes, from the look of the young man who passed by the horse, we can see that he fell in love with her at first sight. He could not help shaking his heart when he saw her indulging in the spring scenery. He dismounted and wanted to stop. She understood his reluctant to give up and smiled back at him, but she was afraid of being guessed by the flowers into her shy daughter’s mind. She could only hide her mind in her heart and show her reluctant affection in her eyebrows. This smile was clearly the love of three generations. From then on, lovesickness took root and sprouted in her heart. After watching this scene, I couldn’t help laughing, thinking of Zhang Sheng’s infatuation of Cui Yingying in the story of the Western Chamber. That Zhang Sheng dared to beg the jade man and finally took the beauty back, but what will be the fate of this woman? Three machines, the Spring Silkworm is old, the young swallow flies, the children of Wu Wang’s Palace need to change dancing dress, and these folk women have to start intense labor again. Four machines, she was worried while weaving. She did not stop her machine because of lovesickness, but woven lovesickness into her brocade. The lotus seed is the meaning of mercy on the son. She shuttled back and forth, weaving a Lotus out of Tingting water. The heart is like a double silk screen with thousands of knots. It is easy to weave into a beautiful flower, but it is not clear how to sort out the Lovesickness in my heart. Cut it constantly, and the reason is still in chaos. The four machines of this sentence show us a woman who is deeply thinking about the poison. She is so worried that she can’t walk out of the swamp of lovesickness. Five machines, this affectionate woman, silently woven the poem of lovesickness into the brocade, but worried that the meaning of the poem would not be understood by the lover. She did not tell her lover the bitterness of lovesickness, nor did she tell her lover her gaunt face because of lovesickness. She just put her inch of tenderness and wisps of love in the poem. Six Machines, flowers on the brocade, butterflies flying between the flowers, this beautiful picture adds to her lovesickness. She couldn’t help stopping the machine in her hand and looked out of the window. The spring scenery outside the window has gradually gone away. The pedestrian who was so late at once did not know where he was. I don’t know if he still remembers, smiling from the woman’s back, and whether he still remembers the journey back. Suddenly I remembered Cui Hu’s “the South Village of the title city”. Last year, in this door today, the peach flowers on the face are red. People don’t know where to go, peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. The scholar who went to Beijing to take an examination in those years met the woman who was a wine seller in the south of the city. She had bright eyes and a smile, and the scholar fell in love at first sight. When he came back the next year, he didn’t see the woman with peach flowers on her face, so he wrote this poem on the pink wall of the restaurant. When the woman went out and came back to see this poem, she knew that the scholar had come. In fact, this woman selling wine also fell in love with the scholar at first sight. Although she was in a war, she always stayed where she was and refused to leave, just waiting for the scholar to return. But fate played a joke with them and let them pass by, so the woman died of depression soon. If the pedestrian who was immediately delayed, like this scholar, returned to find a woman who was strange to sang, would it be possible to avoid the lovesickness of this brocade woman and achieve a good story in the world? Seven machines, she woven a pair of thrill of a romance, and she expressed her beautiful vision in her heart. She should be happy, but she hesitated to worry in a flash. Because she was afraid that the pair of mandarin ducks would be cut into two parts by careless people, which made her hate so much that she could no longer follow each other. This sentence also implies the woman’s implicit worry about the future. Will the man come to her again? If she doesn’t come, where will her lovesickness go? I think of the Ten Commandments poem by Cangyang jiatuo: first, it is better not to meet each other, so I don’t forget each other. Second, it’s better not to know each other, so you don’t miss each other. But he has planted lovesickness in Her Love Field. How can she not forget each other or miss each other? Eight machines, she woven a poem on the brocade to express her feelings. Su Hui used her extraordinary talent and deep love to write an endless and changeable poem. It was clear that Su Hui sent the poem to her husband, but he just wanted to issue a question about who’s poem? Because of her love, her sad meaning was cast together with Su’s back-to-back poems. I clearly know that I have to think hard, but I still have to be reluctant and willing to be decoction. Nine looms, twin lotuses, even the branch has been woven, but that the lovelorn is gone forever. And I am amorous, from the beginning to the end, I will tie my heart into a wire. With this sweet silk thread, she tightly linked the red flowers, green leaves and soft branches together, looking forward to connecting with her sweetheart forever. Can you sigh if that man knows his lovesickness and painstaking efforts? If you know, when can he return to the way back! This is another infatuated woman who has fallen in love with the witch. The Midnight Girl in Midnight Song, her sad voice made ghosts cry for it. This song of the mulberries woman’s lovesickness, why not? Everything has love, everything is caused by love. There is love in the world, and there is Frends in the world. When it comes to Origin, please cherish it and live up to the wind and moon in the world, wonderful years. Because of the past five hundred times of looking back, it was replaced by a pass in this life, and a thousand times of looking back, it was replaced by a stop. 2014.2.9

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…