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——— falling flowers ———
The catkins stop dancing, drifting away from the old meaning, summer goes to autumn, and they are full of long-term love. The shadow of the moon is fragmented, mixed with water waves, carrying the illusion of dreams, and drifting away for a while. The years are old, like flowers withering, only sighing for the next year and today, things are not people.
Dreaming of lifelessness, who loves the illusory shadow duckweed and sinking algae, the most is no more than a bitter feeling, a bitter wish, and a hard journey. It is most difficult to eliminate a glass of bitter wine, a trace of bitter smile, and a bitter water. In the past, when the spreed, the wild geese flew south, the big river went east, and the flowers bloomed yellow.
No attention, no rhyme near the years, stop the wind chimes at night, go with the dream, don't look back, just wait for the paper and pen to be rotten, no life, sing lightly and the flowers bloom differently, wake up with the moon, stay in the golden light, become a dream and don't involve the real years, the sadness can't brow, the smile is not fateful, the wind and water are far away, and the chat is fast!
Time is like water, and it is silent. The fingers fell on the long scroll, and there were thousands of feelings in my heart......Lock your eyebrows and meditate: I only see the continent to the sky, the bright moon to the sky, the maple leaves to the garden, and the lonely shadow to the remnant ......lamp
Flipping through the ancient poems in his hand, three thousand years of wind and rain have faded away the gold powder of the Six Dynasties, singing and dancing, and gone to the golden iron horse, drums and horns. Although I don't know the height of the blue sky and the thickness of the loess, I see the wind, frost, rain and dew, the cold moon and the warmth of the day to consume life, and the joy and sorrow of the seven feelings.
People go to the building empty, and they don't know who they are with. With your back to the stars and the moon, your feet on the dust. Outside the ancient pavilion and on the side of the long road, wave a sleeve to dance the breeze and the moon, drink a pot of old wine to get drunk in the sky, and through the lonely shadow of the ancient pavilion, watch the mist evaporate the night.
The past is like smoke, the poetry and song of the spring river flower moonlit night, the light string sings in the dream of the past world, all the style, leaving only that bit of melancholy and sadness, waiting for the eternal wandering ...... outside the waning moon of the broken string
The rain and dew wash the clouds and smoke, and the cool breeze washes the lead. A lamenting tune disturbed the original pool of silent thoughts, today drunk, drinking bitter wine, sighing lightly, wine and sorrow, how to break this, Hongchen is inexhaustible love and hatred.
Shaohua is easy to get old, and the streamer is the easiest to throw people away, and let go of worries. Gently put the sadness of handwriting, and turn the wisps of deep love into this, cup after cup, lonely drunkenness. The years are reincarnated, many beauties, come and go silently, and a piece of remnants is exposed.
Why bother to let the gloomy smile continue to transform in the spring and autumn cycle? Why don't you send a calm, carry a pot of indifference in the dust of Zimo. Like.
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The sound of natureThere are many wonderful sounds of nature, and we are usually very busy, so we have to listen carefully to the sounds of nature and experience the sounds of nature. Spring is coming, spring hurriedly wake up the sleeping flowers, the flowers are smiling at the spring, the animals also come out to say hello to the spring, everyone is in a hurry to clean the house, tidy up, to have a good New Year. In the summer, the heat died, the plants hurriedly replenished the water to avoid dying in the wilderness, the animals were also buying ice everywhere, the ice sellers were laughing, many animals were swimming in the water, the farmers also started to work, and everyone complained to the summer brother.
Autumn flies slowly, autumn has a big fight with the big tree, the big tree makes the big tree cry, the animals start to collect food, ready for the winter, the farmer is also smiling and harvesting the rice, the plant is still playing with a heart, from the autumn, everyone is busy. Winter is quietly coming, and the animals' homes are covered with layers of snow, so they have to watch TV at home! Many plants are resting, and winter turns the colorful earth into a white world, not only cold and lonely, but the whole forest is silent.
The wonderful sound of nature is worth our experience, the sound of nature we do not often listen to the ruler, so if you go to the mountain, you must listen carefully, you must avoid wasting this opportunity, if you listen quietly, the sound of nature is very wonderful**. The fragrance of flowers and the sound of flowing water are the most common sights we come into contact with nature, and it is precisely because we are in contact with it all the time that it makes it ordinary. If you calm down and feel it with your heart, it seems to have a different taste.
The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and the moment it lands, its life comes to an end. It was once brilliant, and in the light of the sun, it appeared to be alive; It once looked radiant under the moisture of the spring rains; It was also in high spirits under the bombardment of the rainstorm, and all this came to an end with the landing, and the next year, under the spring breeze and the dead leaves turned into fertilizer, made it come again. And life cannot be repeated, and time quietly flows away with your waste.
If you can do it all over again, there will be no Su Shi's "life is like a dream, and one is still a river". Lu Xun will not use "time is like a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it, you can definitely squeeze it out" to call on everyone to cherish time, such an ordinary scene in nature, as long as you feel it with your heart, it will indeed have a taste. Push open the window, quietly stare at the rain and dew in front of the window, e799bee5baa6e4b893e5b19e31333332633565 like cow hair, like filament, converge into a stream on the ground, extend to the low-lying place, extend and go to the "ocean and sea in the stream", the stream is converging in the inconspicuous small droplets, just like the Bailou building begins with the base, everything starts from small things, Liu Bei left Liu Chan in the edict:
Don't take the good as small, don't take the evil as small and do it" In life, often some people ignore the small things around them, because it is small, it is ordinary, and ignore to do, and everyone understands the truth that "the building of a hundred floors begins with the foundation".
Sounds of Nature Text, 3rd Grade Book 21, Sounds of Nature.
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