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1.What's going on in the mountains? Songhua liquor, spring water sencha. ——Zhang Kejiu, "The Full Moon and the Book in the Mountains".

2.Then fold a wider lotus leaf, wrap a piece of moonlight back, and go back to sandwich it in Tang poems, flattened, like pressed acacia. —Under the Full Moon

3.When the beautiful leaves fall, the veins of life can be seen. —Neruda, "Years Like Water".

4.The white horse autumn wind is plugged, and the apricot blossoms are spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Xu Beihong. 5.The wine of the sun is light, but mellow, and is poured shallowly into each cup-shaped little wildflower.

Zhang Xiaofeng's "One by One Wind Lotus".

6.The clouds that he floated into my life no longer poured rain or storms, but only graced my twilight sky.

Rabindranath Tagore, The Birds

7.When I turned around, the wind blew my black hair, and when I looked back, it was full of snow. — In the afterglow.

8.But when does the west wind come, and it will not be secretly changed over the years. —Su Shi's "Song of the Cave Immortals: Ice Muscle and Jade Bone".

9.The moonlight leaks under the forest, sparse like residual snow.

Zhang Dai's "Dream Memories of Tao'an, Volume 1, Jinshan Night Play".

10.The shadow is sparse and horizontally oblique, and the West Lake is shallow in the distance; The dark incense floats, and it accompanies the night moon and dusk.

Zhang Dai's "Supplementing the Lonely Mountain and Planting Plum Narrative".

11.Two water sandwich mirrors, double bridges fall rainbow. The people are cold orange grapefruit, and the autumn color is old sycamore.

Li Bai "Autumn Dengxuancheng Xie Hao North Building".

12.Bamboo-thin thoughts, woven baskets, full of blind poisonous mushrooms. — North Island.

13.In the hourglass of time, the fine sand flows away from time. In the light sandalwood, it is time that burns out. —Li Juan, "Thank You for the Flowers".

14.The whale fell to the bottom of the sea and fed the beings of the dark world for fifteen years.

Gary Snyder, "Meditating on the Wilderness."

15.Memory is a flowerless rose that will never fail. —Xi Murong.

16.As long as Cangjie's inspiration is not extinguished and the beautiful Chinese is not old, the centripetal force of the image magnet will inevitably grow. In the afterglow, "Listen to the Cold Rain".

Sir's "Listen to the Cold Rain", must read!

17.After awakening, I didn't know that on the bright moon, I was full of flowers and shadows. - Tortoise Meng.

18.The woods are beautiful, dark and deep, but I have promises yet to be fulfilled. You have to run a hundred miles to sleep.

Robert Frost, "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Night".

19.The horse neighed and sang the red leaves, but listened to the sparse Zhong Yi Cuiwei. 1. Zhao Yi's "Chang'an Moonlit Night and Friends Talk about the Old Mountain".

20.I felt as if I had become blue and boundless, and there were countless stars perched on my eyes and fingertips. — Marin Sorescu.

01 What you are saved by will be loyal to what - Miriam Cai.

02 "I hope you don't suspect that you're as good at pretending as if nothing is happening like me. Life is long, enjoy it to the fullest, don't ask why, I have a minute to love you, and there will be an hour of love to show. ”

03 "The moon has its brightness, and we are the broken street lamps on the side of the street".

04 "It's normal that you haven't met your ideal love, and you haven't been able to become your ideal self, have you?" 05 I'm like a lamp in the refrigerator, I only shine when you come to see me. As soon as you leave, my world goes dark. 06 Pure romanticism only shines in the middle school years.

07 I was tempted by you, but I forgot to say 08 "Maybe if you are polite and restrained, everything you want will not belong to you. "09 You're not the valley, so I don't blame you, there's no response. - Miriam Cai.

The galaxy is hot, you are the ideal of the world.

Later, I didn't talk about ideals, didn't form a wine party, didn't go to shopping malls, lived a cautious life, filial piety to my parents, raised children, a glass of wine late at night, and a pack of cheap cigarettes to count the past clouds.

Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon. Leave the song and don't renovate it, a song can teach the intestines. You have to look at all the flowers in Los Angeles, and it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.

But in fact, it is through the concept that the deep affection is more difficult to understand. And this kind of infatuation echoes the tragic whimpering feelings of "in front of the bottle" and "desire to speak" written in the first two sentences.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling. Although this sentence has nothing to do with Fengyue, it sounds fairy.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the high places.

1.There is nothing good in the rivers and lakes, and the wine is okay.

2.Sitting and talking about the Tao last night, and getting up and doing it today, is the unity of knowledge and action.

3.It turns out that in the world, there are countless forks in the road under everyone's feet.

Those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away!

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. Although this sentence has nothing to do with Fengyue, it sounds fairy.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

There are many sentences that have nothing to do with Fengyue, but are full of fairy spirit. Like what. The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. Full of fairy spirit!

Quietly is the parting sheng flute, and the summer worm is also silent for me, and silence is tonight's Kangqiao.

Live well and be loved slowly.

The places I want to go to are far away, the things I want to buy are expensive, and the people I like are excellent, so what right do I have not to work hard?

I was originally a Penglai immortal, but I strayed into the world.

Meeting me is the beginning of the story, and going to the end is the joy of the rest of my life, accompanying me through my years, ** my depression is between the lines.

The reason why I like this is because I have seen a sentence from "Your Loneliness Although Defeated" before: "What we have been fighting hard against is not others, but stubborn ourselves!" ”

I also have a deep understanding that I have a lot of words that I can't always confide in others, I take the post bar as my notepad, whenever I have a lot of things on my mind to write them out, those things written carry unknown secrets, every time I read again, I feel that this is my youth, so I want to meet people who make me feel at ease than to meet people who make me feel at ease!

So, babes, would you like to be the one who gives me peace of mind?

The peach is dying, scorching its flower, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but it is full of fairy spirit.

The crowd looked for him, but suddenly looked back but was in the dim light.

You look at the scenery on the bridge, I look at you on the bridge, you have decorated someone else's window, someone else has decorated your dream.

You look at the scenery from the bridge, and I watch you from under the bridge.

Gently I came, gently I went, without taking a single cloud with me.

I only care about what I like and keep going. What do others think? I can't take care of it."

Gently. You're gone, and you're coming gently into me.

What's going on in the mountains? Songhua liquor, spring water sencha.

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind.

More blow-off. Stars like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Blue Bridge is a fairy cave, why bother to Yujing. Isn't this better?

When I came to some sentences that were bursting first, the first thing I thought of was that all of Li Bai's poems were very disgusting.

I would like to turn into a stone bridge, exposed to the sun for 500 years, the wind for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, just so that you can walk across the bridge.

I love you, my home, my home, my heaven.

There are a lot of short sentences that have nothing to do with the noise of the wind and moon sparrows, such as. Face the wind!

<> "A short sentence that has nothing to do with the wind and the moon but is full of fairy spirit."

1. Warm a pot of moonlit wine.

2. Gentle half two, calm for a lifetime.

3. The lights of the years have slept.

4. The weather is cold and the dew is heavy, so I hope you take care.

5. The clouds and moons are the same, and the streams and mountains are different.

6. You have a soft heart, but you have strength.

7, my heart is like the autumn moon, and Bi Tan is clear and clean.

8. When the moon reaches the heart of heaven, when the wind comes to the water.

9. The mountains are gentle, the fog is gentle, and the cherry blossoms are gentle.

10. The stove rock is snowy, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, and I can't stop thinking about it.

11. You have to see before and after before you can drink to Yin Hongyue.

12. In the autumn twilight, boil bamboo leaves with chrysanthemums, and people and begonias are drunk.

13, vainly believe in the illusion of the six dusts, indulge in love.

14. I want to fall into the starry sky and disappear with the night.

15. Crossing the trees, wearing dates, regretting flowers, walking all over the mountains and rivers, I will eventually meet you.

16. How can the stream be kept, and the sea will be the waves?

17. Be a person who gets the whole moon silently.

18. The starlight spreads along the way, and there are lights at the end of the long road.

"Talking in June".Text: Hlove Wang Yahui.

In June, if you want to sit down and talk to me, don't talk about the long-winded cicadas on the poplars, don't talk about the sparrows with their mouths, don't talk about the waves of wheat in the fields, don't talk about the throbbing of leaves when they touch each other.

Don't tell. Anything I hear and see.

Let's talk about some things that I don't know, such as how the stars hidden behind the clouds are shining, such as what stories are included in the old huai at the entrance of the village, and then for example.

The fiery love you hide from me.

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Peach blossoms in the distance.

A childish smile.

Death that once was.

Look in the distance, a galloping lion.

Like an ant.

Look in the distance, an ant.

Look at the smaller ant on the other side.

Sometimes cross a river.

It's a long way to go.

It was as if light came from far away.

Sometimes a kind of affection.

Suddenly overflowing the shore of the heart.

Stop the clouds. FridayText: Golden Lily.

It owes the body, all.

The screws are all loose. Many stories.

To be continued, and time does not allow buds.

Shyness that hides too long.

And the sunlight began to move again, the doors and window lattices.

Put in all the dust that is ready to rest.

Sky blue is wasted one by one.

Void is the loudest echo of tomorrow.

The ears of wheat are harvested with a sickle. Let's go.

One more cup of coffee and a silver spoon than when I returned.

Who can say that the years are not thieves? Red lips

Green silk and even bone mass are being lost.

The case cannot be solved every day.

There is also a suspicion of self-theft in the world.

Floating for half a day, the things in the bag, fortunately.

Sweat has made up for it. A pillow of flowers in my dream.

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If I stand here, breathing in the breath of love, why bother to say more.

Even if I stand here, forever here, I will become a tree.

Then I will stretch out my foliage, just as I hug you now.

Touch your body and breathe in your warm fragrance.

I will stand on heaven and earth, and I am between heaven and earth, and so will you, life."

Fang Si. Who can bind the moonshine? A meteor has its own direction where it comes and goes, and I have my place.

Extremely beautiful modern poetry |When I wake up, the world is far away, and I need the wildest wind and the quietest sea.

The world is panicked and panicked, but it is just a few taels of broken silver, and the sentences and poems that expose the reality of the world are super heartfelt.

Don't be sad and don't look back, may your wish finally come true.

You belong to me when you read this poem.