A composition describing blue tears: an example of a composition describing blue tears

1. Time flies, taking away my shining time, and the only beauty left is to immerse myself in a faint and melodious poem. Talking with celebrities, I saw their blue tears.

2. Tears are the song of missing, the wine of missing, the sun of missing, or the connection between the sea and the sky. How blue is that?

3. Shu Ting shed her blue tears in Missing. The wall chart with clear lines, unadorned, is the beauty of the future. Pure but unsolvable algebra is very penetrating, but no one has revealed it. I miss playing the solo piano, plucking the rosary on the eaves, dripping one by one, unable to pick up laughter and passing through the pain. The missing oars can't open the clear waves on the lake, only the vision of the heart and the depths of the soul. Only blue tears flow in my thoughts.

4. Zheng Chouyu wrote blue tears in Error. Just as I was walking across the south of the Yangtze River, the lotus was slightly shaken off, and my eyebrows were tight, waiting for the people who couldn't wait to return. On the day of March, the wind and waves go away, and the heart of returning people is like a small lonely city, just like a bluestone street facing the evening. There was no sound, and blue tears of missing were scattered. Just as Dada's horseshoe was run over, it brought not people back, but passers-by

5. "It's nothing to go through Qian Fan, and the oblique light is full of water." It rained in the south of the Yangtze River in March, and the petals were crushed in Sister Lin's basket, and the bitter water in my heart and blue tears fell. Zhu Ziqing dripped blue tears in The Sound of Smoke Waves and Paddles. It's still cold, the water is still cold, the silk and bamboo are long in my dream, and the piano is loud. The passenger ship in Jiangnan, unable to carry Li Qingzhao's sorrow, turned into smoke and dissipated. There are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountains, and people outside the mountains have not returned. The flowers are rustling and falling, the lights are dim, the oars are cold, and the dream is broken, so I can't find Jiangnan.

6. Blue tears are flowing, missing songs are singing, and I believe there will always be sunshine.

7. Counting pieces of cherry blossoms, reading elegant sentences and sipping green tea. The communication with thinking people is frozen in time, savoring them, * * * bears the cold wave, wind and rain, thunderbolt, and * * * enjoys the mist, flowing haze and red neon.

8. Looking at their blue tears, I can only comfort with my heart and communicate with my emotions.