Qing Huan

The drizzle and slanting wind make the dawn cold, and the light smoke is sparse and the willow is beautiful and sunny. The journey into Huai River and qingluo is long, the snow foam milk flowers float in the afternoon, and the Polygonum Formosa bamboo shoots try the spring plate. The taste in the world is Qinghuan. When I read this poem, it seemed that I could see an eastern slope with an Empress belt and something beyond the appearance. I raised a toast on the high platform to invite the bright moon, leaving the world independent and feather to ascend the immortal. The taste in the world is Qinghuan, Qinghuan, Qinghuan, and light joy. It is neither happy nor unhappy. Qinghuan is just ordinary. As the age grows, there are too many unpleasant things. Will inevitably sigh pity others Blessed, who knows I missed. Some things must always be firmly believed, for example, there are gains and losses. Between gain and loss, I wish to be at ease. If you gain or lose, you will feel at ease. That bowl of Lily and mung bean porridge has always been my memory. I had never known before that Lily could cook porridge. It was sweet, cool, clear and smooth, and went straight into the heart of the lung. Traditional Chinese medicine also says that Lily can moisten the lung and relieve cough, calm the heart and soothe the the nerves. I am an impetuous person, I also want to experience the taste of happiness in plain days. Before one cup of Qingquan recommended you, how many doors have you reached, that is, the end of the world. The world will calm down in a sunny afternoon. I will neither speak nor smile. Warm verses wet my eyes. I am used to walking alone, writing some idle words and listening to light music. My favorite ones are guqin, guzheng, Dong Xiao and xun. The sound of Tao Di is also good, the song “Millennium elegance” by Zilei is particularly impressive. West Lake snow three days, Lake human birds natural enjoyment beyond. Zhang Dai took a boat to see the snow alone at the Lake Pavilion. On the pavilion, there were two people sitting on each other with a blanket. A boy was drinking and the stove was boiling. The two were delighted to see Zhang Dai, and they became bosom friends. They drank three cups together. Before Jin Shengtan was sentenced to death, the last words he left were that Pickles and soybeans were eaten together, which gave him a taste of walnut. He said, I have no regrets for the passing of this law. A pot of wine, a rod. Freedom in thousands of waves. In everyone’s heart, there are some fisherman complex. Between Heaven and Earth, the living will send it, and the Dead will return. Like a fisherman, how many people are there in the world like Nong in the spring breeze and boat all night? It has been some time since I learned the zither, and I have become proficient in “boat singing evening”. I am not familiar with other songs, and I will not be ashamed. Once after playing the evening of fishing boat for a friend, he said that he seemed to see a fisherman singing while buckling the side. So I thought of that Ming dynasty man named Chen Hui. Every time when the moon was shining, he would wave in a boat in the air of a river, blowing flute and singing, and whistling alone. Blowing the jade flute makes the moon bright, and the moon shines on the head into snow. You can see that the jade jian qiongtian is 30 thousand hectares, and I am the only one leaf with a boat, sharing the shadow with the heaven and earth. You will enjoy a leisurely meeting, and everything will be guests. go forth jin xi he xi. It is difficult to say such a wonderful point to you, and you can follow me to sing: Gui Zhao Xi Lan paddle, hit the sky and the light flows back, and you are so faint that you can cherish it and look forward to beauty. Even if there is a thousand-year iron threshold, there must be a steamed bun. The outsider Miaoyu can not only see through, but also why knock at Yi Hong Childe Fangchen. Outside the city, there are steamed buns and stuffed grass in the city. I don’t think it’s delicious to eat one for one person. Wang Fanzhi’s words were extremely cold, and a chill could penetrate directly to the spine. Spare time meditation past, life a few degrees months pledge of plights come to mind. The rain and smoke are wild, and taste the floating pot. Cut a window candlelight and enemy search, recalling also Juvenile rain song upstairs. Today, Shaohua suddenly grows vicissitudes, and the old dream of that day has become absurd. It is only said that the taste in the world is Qinghuan, and the dream is just a piece of cake. A friend asked me what hobbies I had in my life besides literature and music. After thinking for a while, it was really gone. I really look forward to the pleasure of traveling, but not everyone can enjoy the pleasure of traveling. Some things cannot be written down by words, so I want to learn photography and write down the subtle beauty in life casually. I saw many sugar Haws again in the streets and alleys. I remembered a very old children’s song: when the new year comes, sugar Haws offer sacrifices to the stove. Girls want flowers, boys want guns. The old man wants to wear a new hat, while the old woman wants to eat a big flower cake. The yard of my hometown was almost deserted, and only that Old Vine would produce big and sweet grapes every summer. More than a decade ago, Canna, chrysanthemum, orchid and my favorite white kitten were planted in the yard. There are dense vines outside the window of my room, so even curtains can be saved. More than ten years have passed, and the small courtyard in my hometown has declined. But time is gone. Mei also said it was too late. I also said it was too late that night. My father sent a text message saying: The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Although it is far away, the moon in my home is the same as that in Luoyang. It is also good to look at the moon at night. Can meditation long life, partings. You can think of some distant and gloomy past events, and take a leisurely walk under the dim street lamp without anxiety or impatience. Seeing the withered and yellow leaves, I thought, winter is coming soon

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