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Spring and Woman Calm listener.

Spring snow in the East.

Rolling like the sky.

I saw a surprising drift.

Glancing at her. Why ask.

Why think about it. Thinking about ......

Spring touching woman.

Woman. Spring in all its forms.

Tonight, do you miss me?

Shaanxi North Donkey Original first published on 2007-2-20 4:23:38 Popularity: 8 A person is not alone.

Thinking about being alone is lonely.

Except for missing you. Nothing.

You're asleep too.

I'll ask a mosquito to find you.

Let it tell you how much I miss you.

And ask it to bless you for me.

Because. I can't get close to you right now.

Hope you can put it in a mosquito net.

It will tell you.

How I miss you....

The night is also deep. There was dead silence outside.

I smell the lingering scent you left on the quilt.

Sniffed and sniffed. It's been a long time.

The residual incense will slowly dissolve into nothing.

But. You will never be without you in your heart.

Tonight. Did you miss me.

Isn't my luxury too great?

I thought and thought.

I still have this luxury.

Riverside in the thin night.

There was a deep silence.

Sluggish. Like the willow tree leaning against the twilight spring.

Complaining maiden.

The girl's long hair.

Scattered in catkins.

Tidbits on the willow branches.

Overwhelmed by the girl's long hair.

The catkins are flying.

ups and downs. Kissed the girl lightly.

There are tears flowing down the cheeks.

aroused the girl.

Gentle convulsions.

A hint of novelty.

Give a little bit.

It's just a little bit green.

It is the ultimate glimpse of natural beauty.

It's fluttering, it's blowing.

It swayed thinly, and the waves in the pond drew circles of crystal phosphorescence against each of its slender and tender branches.

It moved gently, gently, gently.

It fluttered up.

It's as pretentious and feminine as the fairy of the spring girl.

It doesn't worry about the slender branches withering.

Because of the willow leaves, its most beautiful time comes back day by day.

Topic: Under the sunset.

The birds chirped.

Take away the last touch of color on the horizon.

Girl by the sea.

Thinking about home. Feet on the beach.

Washed by the cold waters.

Smooth little hands.

Playing with her brown hair.

A touch of sadness.

Buried in the sunset.

I love that you are silent, as if you have disappeared, that you listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you

It's as if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss, that has shut your mouth As if all things have filled my soul, you have emerged from all things and filled my soul

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams, you are like the word melancholy, I like you to be silent, as if you are gone

You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly that screams like a dove

You hear me from afar, and my voice can't reach you:

Let me be silent in your silence

And let me speak to you through your silence, your silence is as bright as a lamp, as simple as a ring, and you are like the night, with loneliness and stars

Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright

I like that you are silent, as if you were gone, distant and sad, as if you were dead

At that time, a word, a smile, was enough

And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real

2010-11-30 22:29 out of chapter.

Author]: Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Homesickness" The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. One Generation

Gu Cheng gave me black eyes in the night.

But I use it to find light.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming".

Haizi From tomorrow, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, correspond with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I would also like to face the sea, and the spring flowers will bloom.

Mistake - Zheng Chouyu.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window tightly closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......

Snake - Feng Zhi.

My loneliness is a long serpent, cold and speechless

Girl, if you dream of it, don't be afraid!

It is my faithful companion, and there is a fervent homesickness in my heart

It's thinking about the dense grasslands, the thick black silk on your head.

It creeps past you like moonlight;

Bring your dreams together for me, like a crimson flower.

2: Snowflakes.

It's snowing, it's snowing.

Let's go play in the snow.

Snowflakes are all around us.

Fluttering sprinkles. We were in the snow.

Build a snowman and have a snowball fight.

Snow laughs with us.

Frolic together. Snow, like elves.

Have fun playing in the air.

Like butterflies.

Dance in the air.

Snow, too, naughty.

Jumping around. Drill into ours.

In the hat, in the clothes.

Also jumped into our mouths.

Let's taste.

The most beautiful drink in the world.

3: Autumn, sprinkled on the ground, this place, is parting with summer, after parting, who will be remembered.

What you can't forget is still in your memory, and what you remember is what you never remembered.

Leaning over to pick up the fallen leaves to reminisce, there will be autumn messages next year.

4: Jasmine.

Trench coat at dusk.

Cover the sky.

Pure white jasmine.

Blooming under the boundless black.

Fame and fortune in the world.

All sublimated in silence.

Hints of white florals.

Wrap around me.

Guide me in the right direction.

Even if you encounter a ghostly ghost.

I'm not going to panic.

Through the haze and fog.

Break free from loneliness.

Twinkle fireflies.

Hung in the treetops.

Mystical light.

Guarding me in the right direction.

There are dusty dreams blowing between heaven and earth.

Spanning millennia.

Chase the innocence and frivolity of youth.

Even if you lose all your strength.

I will also choose to be strong.

Look for sincerity and strength.

In the midst of a raging storm.

All the way forward. Never despair.

Pure white jasmine.

Accompany me to the end of the cape.

Looking for the flowers of my happiness.

Stars (71).

Bing Xin's these things one by one.

It's a memory that never fades:

In the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother.

Selected Chinese Poetry in the Twentieth Century, People's Literature Publishing House.

It's your back that goes away.

Memories condensed into a dark gray.

The rain was pouring down the ground.

It's a fog. A little pain.

The pain of parting lingered in the rain.

Would love to see you again.

Even if you linger for a long time.

Walking alone in the rain.

Still misty and still painful.

Dead hearts. Wandering Wandering.

Seek warmth. Poor rainy night.

But I couldn't see a single shooting star.

Tianjingsha farewell.

Green mountains, clear water and blue sky, in the past, we learned together like immortals. Jun's deep affection is not shallow, and now I go to the edge of the world, I don't know how many years we have met.

Whatever I was going to cry about.

Or smile goodbye to you.

Life is a time of inseparability.

Performances And when the lights come through.

I just have to sing that.

The hardest scene.

Please hold your breath and listen to it.

Cheer me on again.

O man whom I have loved all my life.

After the song ends, the people disperse.

Whatever I was going to cry about.

Or smile goodbye to you.

I'll be glad to have been on the same stage with you.

Everyone is sitting here.

Count the memories of the cold night.

We're all in time.

Time takes us all away.

Those days were laughing and sad.

The wind outside the window was accompanied by ice and rain.

A little on the mind, a little in the mood.

No one said it.

Ignorant youth is not.

Like a yellowed **.

Wander in happiness.

No one can stop it.

The road to growth is not endless.

The value of life is immeasurable.

Dear students.

Please don't forget that you and I were once together.

Rainy day. I always miss the cute clip on the court in the past.

Suddenly, it's another year.

Pray to meet again.

Old friends. Even if the heart is never far away.

But this moment is eager to see.

Even if the reunion is shorter.

Time can change. The world is changeable.

Human relations have also changed a lot.

Friendship remains the same.

I can't really find a downside to that.

See you and I again.

With years and months. Although the body and mind are depleted.

Friendship is never reversed.

The warmth in my heart.

It is still innocent and unchanged.

Is it the amorous and delicate heart standing in the wrong place?

That's why we are so helpless and hesitant.

The young heart does not have a clear direction.

What kind of strength do I have to support me to go far?

At that time, Hikari was old.

Dear teachers, dear students.

Would you like to sit in the sun with me.

Reminiscing about the vicissitudes of the past?

Qinyuan Spring, Changsha.

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the orange island was headed.

Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed;

The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years.

Just a young classmate, in his prime;

The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle stream, the waves curb the flying boat!

Your clothes are dusty, and my dreams are empty when I come to the balcony.

Or a leaf falls, or a sycamore falls.

If I were your partner, I would not be a god for you in this life.

How will I be, others don't figure it out.

It's a pity I'm not, but I'm not crazy.

I can only do what I want, and thou shalt not stab anyone whomever I want.

Parting thoughts.

a) Before, go out.

It's a family ride together.

Later, a long journey.

It was my sister who sent me on my way.

Now, dreaming.

It was you who accompanied me to the station.

2) The year before last, the New Year.

I went home to see my grandfather.

Grandpa sent me away.

Last year, the Chinese New Year.

Grandpa waited for me to come home.

I sent my grandfather away.

This year, the Chinese New Year.

Let's go home together.

Grandpa hung on the wall.

On the Internet, this question has been talked about by many netizens, and the meaning that the author wants to express is even more meaningful: although this piece of paper is so fantastical, it contains a philosophy "Those who achieve lofty goals also create miracles in such repeated and monotonous actions". The answer is 2 to the 51st power, which is about equal to 100 million kilometers!

The multiplication of love (the multiplication of 2).

March 7, 2012.

Hung Tsai) The beginning of our love.

It's thin, like a big piece of paper.

Every day, the acacia is folded in half.

Don't ask me, dear.

Love you how deeply this month.

Stacking is from.

Mariana Trench to the summit of Mount Everest.

At the beginning of our love.

Write poems for you. Write on each side of the folded paper.

Honey, to ask.

How affectionate I am for you.

The 51 poems in the diary are stacked in pairs.

It is the distance from the earth to the sun.