Excerpts from ancient beautiful sentences

Second, the sky is not old, and love is hard to fight. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Third, if I speak first, will the days still flow like running water?

Fourth, I finally covered the world with a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Five, there is a kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Sixth, there are countless kinds of prosperity, and I hope I can't wear love. Inextricably linked, soft-hearted, dusty, laughing, and luxuriously dressed.

Seven, drifting away, I am still guarding you on the other side.

Eight, laugh wildly. Look at the clouds in the northwest. Who said it was two sides of time?

If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine all my life.

Ten, the color sleeves are diligent in holding the jade clock, but they are drunk. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Eleven, the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

Twelve, three thousand prosperous, a flick of a finger, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand.

Thirteen, moonlight empty burning mirror peach blossom Ming castanet rosewood.

Fourteen, half a solitary lamp, sitting alone in front of the screen, a cup of tea, letting thoughts spread in the sky, turning the shadow of a dream into a colorful butterfly, smiling beautifully.

15. Sing a long song, cry, and finally be a floating cloud for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life.

Sixteen, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, the world of mortals rolling, I sigh Xiao again.

Seventeen, missing is like a gossamer, boundless, but intertwined, and finally gathered into trouble.

Eighteen, about a word to send a beauty to invite a touch of fishing fire send warm, even if walking alone in the mud.

Nineteen, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

Twenty, look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled time.

Twenty-two, the heart, if nowhere to live, is wandering everywhere. ...

After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Twenty-four, two young people have no guess, and young people have no robbery. It was the first snow at that time, and it was often opposite to the moon. I don't know what to say.

Twenty-five, who should be robbed by who, who became who's obsession.

Twenty-six, the complicated experience carved deep lines in the corner of my eyes, and I turned around and carved a flower.

Twenty-seven, maybe the marriage in the last life, maybe the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.

Twenty-eight, dawn, lit up the tears, pillow with hesitation.

Twenty-nine, the blue sky and yellow leaves, the west wind is tight, flying north and south. Who is drunk in the morning, who is always crying.

Thirty, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.

Thirty-one, the rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.

Thirty-two, things can be satisfied, people are complacent.

In the past, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

Thirty-four, Qianshan, I am reluctant to leave Qingshang.

Thirty-five, you don't know there is me in the world, and I don't know there is you in the world. Is it not clean? Seeing each other once in a while, not seeing each other for three years, hurts deeply. We would rather be heartless than heartless. Why bother? Why bother? I hope I have never met one in my life.

Thirty-six, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood.

Excerpts from ancient aesthetic sentences

First, the unchanging side of youth.

Second, the sky is not old, and love is hard to fight. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Third, if I speak first, will the days still flow like running water?

Fourth, I finally covered the world with a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Five, there is a kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Sixth, there are countless kinds of prosperity, and I hope I can't wear love. Inextricably linked, soft-hearted, dusty, laughing, and luxuriously dressed.

Seven, drifting away, I am still guarding you on the other side.

Eight, laugh wildly. Look at the clouds in the northwest. Who said it was two sides of time?

If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine all my life.

Ten, the color sleeves are diligent in holding the jade clock, but they are drunk. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Eleven, the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

Twelve, three thousand prosperous, a flick of a finger, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand.

Thirteen, moonlight empty burning mirror peach blossom Ming castanet rosewood.

Fourteen, half a solitary lamp, sitting alone in front of the screen, a cup of tea, letting thoughts spread in the sky, turning the shadow of a dream into a colorful butterfly, smiling beautifully.

15. Sing a long song, cry, and finally be a floating cloud for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life.

Sixteen, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, the world of mortals rolling, I sigh Xiao again.

Seventeen, missing is like a gossamer, boundless, but intertwined, and finally gathered into trouble.

Eighteen, about a word to send a beauty to invite a touch of fishing fire send warm, even if walking alone in the mud.

Nineteen, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

Twenty, look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled time.

Twenty-one, after a hundred nights, who will turn the lantern for me, who will lean against the door to watch the fireworks for a thousand years. There are few stars at night, who holds the lamp for me and who waits for the loneliness of the Millennium by leaning against the door alone.

Twenty-two, the heart, if nowhere to live, is wandering everywhere. ...

After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Twenty-four, two young people have no guess, and young people have no robbery. It was the first snow at that time, and it was often opposite to the moon. I don't know what to say.

Twenty-five, who should be robbed by who, who became who's obsession.

Twenty-six, the complicated experience carved deep lines in the corner of my eyes, and I turned around and carved a flower.

Twenty-seven, maybe the marriage in the last life, maybe the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.

Twenty-eight, dawn, lit up the tears, pillow with hesitation.

Twenty-nine, the blue sky and yellow leaves, the west wind is tight, flying north and south. Who is drunk in the morning, who is always crying.

Thirty, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.

Thirty-one, the rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.

Thirty-two, things can be satisfied, people are complacent.

In the past, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

Thirty-four, Qianshan, I am reluctant to leave Qingshang.

Thirty-five, you don't know there is me in the world, and I don't know there is you in the world. Is it not clean? Seeing each other once in a while, not seeing each other for three years, hurts deeply. We would rather be heartless than heartless. Why bother? Why bother? I hope I have never met one in my life.

Thirty-six, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood.

Beautiful ancient sentimental sentences

1, I am bent on leaving my hometown and dying of anxiety.

2, come back when you are born, and it is also Sauvignon Blanc when you die.

3, the fallen flower is independent, and the micro swift flies.

4. Think of you as a candle, stir your heart and hold your tears.

5, hate is like spring grass, still exists.

6, thousands of dollars to buy each other like Fu, is complaining about this situation.

7. Ask the world how to teach life and death.

8. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

9. If two people have a long-term relationship, they will still go to court.

10, once locked in the red wall deep courtyard, Fei Xia can't remember the makeup of the old year.

1 1. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

12. If you want to send colorful stationery and rulers, you can know where it is.

13, after parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.

14, the fate is over, and the feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.

15, after parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.

16, Wangfu, the river is long, turned into stone, and never looked back.

17, ten years of life and death, forget without thinking.

18, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, two branches of a tree. ..

Spring flowers are in full bloom, even this bright flame of love, will it only be ashes? .

20, people like the wind into the river clouds, love like rain and sticky.

2 1, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom.

22, this situation can not be eliminated, can only frown but mind.

23, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.

24. After the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, and at most they can't clear their grievances.

25, flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two kinds of leisure.

26. I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was blown straight.

27. It's even more worrying to drown your sorrows by drinking. I'm afraid it will break people's intestines when it wakes up.

28, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing, care for nothing, but a thousand lines of tears.

29. Always do two repetitive things, love him and protect him.

30, the sky is not old, I can't help it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

3 1, life and death are broad, Zi Cheng said, hold your hand and grow old with your son.

32. If you raise the dust on the road surface and make the cement muddy, the ups and downs will be different. When will you meet?

33, the crowd looked for her thousands of Baidu, looking back blankly, but that person was there, and the lights were dim.

34. Near the tall building, the rain was wet, but the figure in the cloud disappeared. Sitting for thousands of years, I haven't seen you come.

35. Mountains have no graves, rivers are inexhaustible, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you!

36, buttonwood, three nights of rain, can't leave love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

This past year should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

38. There are two evils: Pu and He. If there is a beautiful person, what injury is it? Sleep and do nothing, it's raining cats and dogs.

39. We hope to fly in heaven, where two birds become one and grow on the earth. The two branches of a tree ... the earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

40. Everything went wrong overnight and the flowers were heartbroken. There are pear blossoms and snowy moons everywhere. When will Yuanyang know how to fly together?

4 1, the cold wind is bleak and crying, and the cold rain has no tears; Pedestrians only hear the sound of wind and rain, but they don't know that someone is crying at night.

42. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

43, Yang Zhishui, unpaid. His son will not defend himself in front of me. I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant! I want the moon back!

44. Try to put yourself in the other person's shoes. When you feel hurt, it is very likely that he is hurt, too.

45, flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of carefree, this situation can be eliminated, just for frowning, but for my heart.

46, red lotus root fragrance. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

47. Silent night, lonely people, wandering in the mood, staying up late, looking out the window, the cold wind blowing, adding desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me to sleep.

48. How did you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.

49. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that my lovesick is bitter, my lovesick is long, and my lovesick is infinite. If I had known this, I would have been a stranger.

50. The idle window in the yard is already deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Excerpts from beautiful sentences

1, spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. On campus, there are beautiful Lu elephants everywhere in spring. Willow pulls out thin willow silk and embellishes it with yellowish leaves; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming! 2. At night, the spring breeze blows gently. I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.

3. I like the continuous spring rain. It is it that awakens the grass, moistens the willows and blooms the primrose, telling us that spring has come. The grass came out of the ground and looked at it strangely; Willow swaying waist, dancing with the wind; Primrose trumpets, good spring, tick, tick.

4, the spring rain is like silk, the spring rain is like the tulle on the spring girl, fluttering with the wind; Like the silk thread spilled by the spring girl, it hangs down gently; Like a thin needle sewn by a girl in spring, it plunged into the newly awakened earth.

The spring rain floats obliquely in the air, as if shrouded in a mist.

6. Spring is the smiling face of flowers, with faint new green willow branches stretching their bones and muscles, and the grass opens its sleepy eyes to see the world; Spring-it is all kinds of kites swaying in the sky, and it is the child who runs all over the mountains with kite strings;

7. Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

8. The glass window is covered with all kinds of grotesque frost flowers. Some are like dense bushes, some are like white clouds floating in the sky, some are like coconut trees growing in the tropics, and some are like rolling mountains.

9. Get up in the morning and walk outside. The wind is still blowing, and there is no intention of decreasing. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road take out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold, cotton-padded clothes, down jackets, scarves and hats ... but some people still said, "cold, cold!" "

10. In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

1 1, you are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive festival, let me present a heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you.

12, apricot blossoms all over the mountain. In the valley, the stream swirls, rushes, jumps, jingles and silver fog splashes. Life is everywhere, even under the thin ice in the shade, water is flowing and many small fish are swimming.

13, I don't know when it began to rain, quietly, without hearing the sound of falling, like a wet smoke, softly moistening the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out and the weather was fine. The whole world is fresh as if it had just been washed, and the air is fresh. Take a deep breath. My Sweetie's disease is like drinking honey.

14, beginning of spring, the wind is still as cold as ever, but there is a lot less ruthlessness in winter. I no longer touch the wall hard, and the branches are sobbing and screaming hard, sharply scraping the faces of boys and girls, and the ice is hard in Qing Wu.

15, larks in the sky and orioles in the forest are all bulging their tongues. The breeze gathers their voices and distributes them to all kinds of creatures in the mountains who have no ears. Peach blossom listened with ecstasy, and couldn't help shedding a few pink tears, which condensed on the ground one by one. Grass and flowers are drunk, and they fall and get up with the beat of the sound, so there is no time to calm down.

16, I really want to fold a long lotus leaf, such as holding a parasol, which is a kind of possession; I really want to pick a pointed lotus. If I hold a heart, it is satisfaction.

17, the weather is always sunny, and there is not a cloud in the blue sky. I often look up and think that the grassland sky written by Lao She is like this-the sky is so high and so blue. Looking at it, I feel suddenly enlightened. Occasionally, a bird flying across the sky will make your heart tremble. I think it would be nice if people could be as happy and free as birds.

18. It was a long summer without rain. The old loaches in the field were all turned white by the scorching sun. The stream on the edge of the village dropped a few inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

19, the soil in the forest is mixed with fresh smell, and the grass slowly probes, quietly spreading unknown light green at the roots, in the bushes and at your feet. Like a faint gouache.

20. "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." A spring rain fell from the sky, probably because the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the glass, and the dew in the glass poured into the world.

2 1. Winter hasn't arrived yet, but it's already very cold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the lowest temperature dropped below zero. Sleeping in bed at night, I heard the wind whistling outside, like a tiger roaring. The strong wind banged the windows of my house, which made it difficult for the old man to sleep. The noise is loud enough to wake the sleeping people. I also couldn't sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind whistling in the tiger ... It was a long time before I fell asleep in a daze.

22. Spring is like a kannika nimtragol who has just passed the door. She never dared to have a close contact with the severe winter at the first time. She just shrugged behind the curtain of the spring breeze and looked at this time that had already belonged to her. She is shy, timid and delicate.

23. The sound of the piano is slow, and the played strings flow through the joys and sorrows of life like water. Which string is broken, causing the flowers to dance in front of their eyes, as drunk as resentment.

24. If you can insert wings in an instant, please give me a pair of wings, so that I can fly among the green mountains and green waters, listen to the pure sound, close my eyes and enjoy the peace around me.

25. Spring has come, everything has revived, and Miss Spring has flown back. Continuous spring rain moistens the earth, poplars pull out new branches and grow green leaves, which makes people feel comfortable from a distance.

26. When the blessings are blowing from the river wind, when the young flowers are quietly taken away, can you still dig out a page of happiness from that thick youth album and feel the eyes of the closest person who follows you through the broken window of the old house?

27. Green among bamboo leaves is life; The black on the distant mountain is also life. Listen, the cry of young birds in the forest indicates the arrival of life; The buzz of insects among flowers tells us the power of life. ...

28. I like pear blossoms in the fine spring rain best, which bloom sadly in the rain, like a beautiful woman crying, with a quiet and beautiful beauty. It's a pity that this posture is open.

29. What a tragic atmosphere the fallen leaves in the north render! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

30. Spring rain, the essence of spring, pays silently without saying anything in return. Chunyu knew that April called her many times in her dream, so she came, which left spring on the land of April. This unknown spirit planted us to learn!

3 1, winter is reluctant to leave, struggling to put down the last arrogance, wanting more, continuing the coldness and majesty of the past and giving a cold face to the coming spring.

32, spring rain, it is the source of life on earth, is the strength of animal survival. It makes the earth green; Let every seedling on the earth thrive; Let the desert become an oasis, let a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty. Spring rain, it always comes and goes quietly, offering selfless spring for people.

33. The spring rain is falling quietly. With the warm spring breeze, the remnants of winter are driven away, and the girls in spring are dressed in costumes, which brings hope to people.

34. It was terribly hot that day. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

35. Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, like a kind of wet smoke. It has no shape, no noise, and moistens the earth gently.

36. Miss Winter dances heartily in the cold campus, but we can only appreciate her solo dance in thick cotton-padded clothes ... As spring approaches, Miss Winter gradually leaves the stage and waits for the next winter.

37, your flowering period is short, suddenly like a dream, fleeting; Your growth is long and fruitful, and many people have paid the price of love for it.

38. In the cold winter, goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind shakes the pine trees violently. Snow is like conquering pine trees. However, with its tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, pine trees have overcome the storm again and again, waiting for the arrival of spring.

39. Although a girl in winter is not as delicate as a girl in spring, as gorgeous as a girl in summer and as rich as a girl in autumn, her crystal has brought another style to the world. Maybe this is why I like the campus where girls dance in winter. How enchanting and charming the campus is in winter, how full of poetry and painting!

40. Look! This is another beautiful scenery. The fiery maple always infects and inspires me with full spirit and fiery enthusiasm. You see, the frost on it is as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke and as soft as catkins. It's really beautiful.

4 1, spring rain, sprinkled on leaves, rustling sand, like a girl gently plucking the strings, and like a silkworm baby eating mulberry leaves. ...

42. The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my old mother under the lamp. ...

43. Miss Chunyu flew up the mountain and saw that all the trees on the mountain were thirsty. Miss Chun Yu hurried to rain, which can moisten thirsty trees. Cheer them up and add vitality to this bare mountain.

44. Autumn is not as fragrant and pleasant as spring. There are not so many small creatures singing in summer; Not as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.

45. Spring is a magician. Who is more magical and beautiful than her? She patted the face of the sky with her wand, and the sky suddenly smiled. The bright sunshine gilded the clouds. She touched Dashan's shoulder with her wand, and Dashan immediately opened his sleepy eyes, took off his gray winter clothes and put on bright clothes. She touched the earth's chest with her wand, and the flowers and plants quickly emerged from the quilt, raising a lovely smiling face. Spring is coming! Spring songs are being sung everywhere.

46. In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

47. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters and fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but beautiful autumn scenery is the crystallization after the summer heat melts? ...

48. The fallen flower is silent, only the happiness of a flower is hidden. Happiness is in my heart, and when I recall it, the fragrance disappears.

49. Spring is the goddess of nature. As soon as she wakes up, she will wash and dress beside the dressing table, and she will "comb" the frozen running water; Spread colorful flowers on the earth; Wash away the sky blue in the Ming Che; Open the dark clouds and let the colorful sunshine shine on everything again.

50. With the fresh spring rain and gentle spring breeze, everything is gently and quietly blown and covered with a veil. Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, gradually fills this beautiful world.

5 1, sparkling spring rain, like a group of naive dolls, hanging to the ground in the building. The dark mountains in the distance, pink peach blossoms, light green poplars and soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a tulle woven by Miss Chun skillfully, covering between heaven and earth, and she is skilled in Shan Ye.

52. Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a unique color-red. Maple leaves only blush in autumn. Seen from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, and all the mountains are dyed red. When the wind blows, maple leaves float down like red snow. So people can enjoy it.

53. The wind has become the messenger and pioneer of spring, spreading the declaration of spring without losing time and spreading the yearning for life to the earth.

54. Just after a spring rain, a layer of new green appeared on the slender branches of willow trees. Those sprouting hair buds yawned, looked around and stretched themselves.

55. The willow tree in the street is sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. There was not a drop of water on the road. It was dry and white. How high the dust on the sidewalk flies, it is connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious gray sand array, which burns the faces of pedestrians. Everywhere is dry, everywhere is hot, everywhere is stuffy, and the whole old city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. The dog crawled on the ground with its red tongue. The nostrils of mules and horses are so big that vendors are afraid to shout. The asphalt road melted and even the bronze medal in front of the store seemed to be sunburned.

56. I like the yellow color of ginkgo leaves in autumn, especially in the light of street lamps. Against the backdrop of the night, that kind of yellow is not golden, a little delicate and a little subtle. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo trees illuminated by street lamps are like oil paintings on canvas, which are beautiful. I also like the red maple leaf. It is so red that no pigment can set off such a strong color. I am dreaming that one day I can go to a big maple forest and wander alone in the maple forest, so that the red of maple leaves can flow into my blood. At this time, I remembered the poem "Stop and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February". Presumably, the ancients also had a soft spot for maple leaves.

57. In the autumn night, Gao Lu is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song sounded the sound of autumn insects, and occasionally accompanied by several accompaniment, the fruit blew on the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.

58. The bird doesn't know where to hide; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

59. I like spring rain, not only because of its spring appearance, but also because I have stepped into this light blue misty rain. In this rainy season, you have propped up a rainless world for me.

60. There is no wind in autumn and the air is a little dry. Occasionally a little rain will make you feel comfortable. Smell the earth, the moist air moistens your face, and look at the colorful colors in nature. You will unconsciously open your arms, look up, gently close your eyes and take a deep breath. At this time, you are the leaf, a small flower, a fruit ... you will melt into the autumn life.

6 1, spring is really comfortable spring, and the scenery in spring is really beautiful! The spring rain continued, sprinkling on the buttonwood trees in the yard. Sasha vujacic plucked the strings gently like a musician, and swallowed the mulberry leaves quietly like a silkworm baby ... Early in the morning, she cried loudly when she knew it, telling people that another hot day had begun.

62. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.

63. A warm wind blew, and the news of rebirth, development and prosperity spread to almost every cell. The distant mountain on the other side of the lake has woken up from a deep sleep and is looking forward to the arrival of spring. Spring seedlings in the field are like women playing in spring, dancing their bright green clothes at will. The wicker on the river bank has just exposed the yellow leaf buds. Birds are singing and chasing, as if they are doing something important. Several clusters of village houses have roughly the same form, and the scale of roof tiles can be counted. People living in those houses, men and women, old and young, are delighted to see that spring is coming, and the earth will have new careers and new successes: don't be lazy, don't evade work, and work hard there.

64. Various lotus flowers, some as elegant as swans, are expected; Some pools are full of pointed lotus flowers, pink as a charming girl, shy.

65. I like to enjoy quiet warmth in a warm afternoon. The light-colored windowsill is divided by the sun, and the fragrance is fragrant.

66. In the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe ears of grain were so hot that they bent down and lowered their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.