Human Fangfei san yue days

Inscription School is located in a relatively remote and desolate place, facing Huang Gao from afar. Surrounded by ponds and farmland. The modern atmosphere seems to disappear here. My classmates all said this was a place suitable for learning, and I laughed at one of them. I don’t feel much about it. I don’t like it or hate it. The only thing that impressed me most was that it was full of free air and fragrance. I don’t know what the Paradise Tao Yuanming is looking. Maybe it was the enviable idyllic life of sunrise and sunset. Maybe it is the beautiful place where people can enjoy the clouds and the clouds, and the flowers bloom and fall. Each one according to his lights. But nothing more than letting the soul be free and exiled. If we want to imitate the ancients and return to the mountain forest, this should be the best choice. Far away from the world, there is no hustle and bustle of traffic, and there are only thousands of purple and red and flowing water that cannot be closed in the garden. I never knew that the charm of spring breeze was so great, suddenly like the spring breeze coming at night, green willows and red peach blossoms. The Willow is swaying but the style is not lost, the peach blossom is delicate but not vulgar. The iris which has been forgotten for a long time also attracts our attention again at this moment. Suddenly, the quiet campus suddenly became lively. In the early morning, when the new sun penetrates through the clouds and the first ray of sunshine warms the Earth, the birds perched on the camphora trees begin their new day. Or sing in the trees, fly in the air, play in the woods, or hunt on the ground. I have never known what kind of plant is planted on that road? Some people said it was weeds, while others said it was green vegetables. It was not until a large number of rape flowers were in full bloom that I suddenly realized that this was the rape flowers I had been thinking about for a long time! Rape flower is not beautiful at all. For a long time, I thought it was simply vulgar. The dazzling yellow is so striking. It was not until the spring outing of the South Lake last year that I found that the original unremarkable flowers could also bloom with such beauty. Looking up, the deserted and crowded distance is already the territory of rape flowers at this moment. The yellow and green mountains and plains draw a picture of the spring scenery of mountain residence. They are full of energy in the wind, trying to absorb the spring spring and grow up. The spring rain for several consecutive days is not big, but it is also very annoying. Many activities will be dismissed because of the weather. Nevertheless, God seems to think of a different way to compensate us. A spring rain and a new one, the silk as thin as ox hair washed the stains on the grass and leaves, making them shine with the vitality of spring. With the help of the hands of spring rain, the winding path became more lonely and ethereal, occasionally showing little red. In the hazy misty rain, everything is so beautiful, like rain like fog and wind. The quiet pond beside the dormitory became very boiling at night. The frog who had hibernated for a long time would come out for activities at midnight in response to the call of spring. In the silent night, the bright moonlight splashed on the balcony outside the window, lying on the bed, watching the moonlight outside the window and listening to the sound of frogs. Flowers on the other side, flowers bloom for one thousand years, flowers fall for one thousand years, flowers do not see leaves, leaves do not see flowers. Although it is one, we will never see each other forever. I thought these sad and beautiful stories could only be found in novels, but I often ignored that novels originated from reality. Magnolia is a large flower with purple in white and white in purple. Now it is blooming alone on the branch, without the care and love of green leaves, but only the incomprehensible style of spring breeze. Imagine how this delicate flower can resist the destruction of nature. When a gust of wind blew, I saw petals flying in the air one by one, and finally returned to Earth, turning into silence. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Gong Zizhen says. In the poet’s eyes, how selfless and tall the falling red is, turning into spring mud to wait for the beauty of the next year. But who knows the sorrow and pain of falling red? The Cowherd and the Weaving Maid still meet at Queqiao every Tanabata, but they never meet each other forever. Instead of exhibiting on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry bitterly on your lover’s shoulder. Nevertheless, they did not even have the qualification of exhibition. Sad indeed! Finally, it is a sad and beautiful elegan. After the rain, it’s sunny, I want to walk around, to find the concentration after the rain!

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