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.

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