A very poetic aesthetic classic: talking about taking pictures

1. Snowflakes fell on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I think all this is so kind, so I raise my head and open my arms, and let the snow hit me. At that moment, I was pounding with excitement. Looking out, Changgang Mountain, which stretches in the distance, is quietly crawling in the world of snow; Up close, snowflakes fall gently on the branches, sometimes occasionally on the bent waist of the old tree. Snowflakes are everywhere, and there are pictures in the poems, which are as white as a dream, and if they are incomplete. 2. A finger of quicksand, who still remembers the original lingering? If the white lotus lingering on the forgotten river bank is the guardian of my past life, then I would like to wash it all my life. The old color will calm all my thoughts and turn them into rain and dew until the end of my life. 3. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are. Loneliness is a dream shadow beside the pillow, and loneliness is the bright moon in front of the window. I can't see your smile when you wake up from your dream. We met so much, missed so much, loved so much, and were so far apart. Lonely, because we always take the wrong bus, lonely, because we always miss the station. 4. Gently collect a wisp of floral fragrance, feather it into poetic fragrance on the lips, twist it into beads of missing, and collect it in the silhouette of the years, with shallow joy and deep love. In the years of Qingning, find a safe place, write it in the lines of the years, stare and meet trees. In the time at your fingertips, watch a heart-to-heart agreement, bring a romantic breeze and drizzle, turn it into a landscape in time, and let the season in your heart bloom in spring forever. 5. It's misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the bars in the ancient rhyme are dignified; The lonely mountain is full of plum blossoms, the West Lake is elegantly boating, the bamboo building is blue, the lane is broken, the world has changed several times, the ancient road is quiet, the stream is clear, and there are countless vicissitudes; Painted into elegant scrolls like gifts; Pavilion and waterside pavilion, Zhangtai Zhuhu Lake, carved beams and painted buildings, green hills and distant flowers, sparkling, vast smoke waves, bustling canopies everywhere, passenger ships with small bridges and flowing water, so artistic. 6. When I met you, I just buried that fleeting time with no regrets. The moon is gone, standing in the lonely night sky, drunk and dreaming, tears ask the sky, this undercurrent is rolling like the earth, how many people are crying lonely and sad in the middle of the night in the madness of missing? 7. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit, one song and one sigh, one person for life. There is a kind of love in the world, there is no luxury, no one is right or wrong, and no one is right or wrong. It is shallow and affectionate, knowing each other and being blameless; Turn around without regret. Silently, cherish the gathering and parting, just got it, a season of flowers, warm to tears. 8. At the corner of the season, find a quiet place, stop the heartbeat, point to the time, be silent, and the sunshine and love in your heart are together; Time flies, let it be; Memory, warm and long. If life is a journey, then no matter whether it is prosperous or lonely, it is a passing sight, leaving behind the mood of watching the scenery. 9. I am willing to make a pot of tea for myself, keep a pavilion and become attached to words, conserve the source of my heart, stick to the truth in my heart, be vain and happy, be true and helpless, and life is short. Wish, laugh and watch the clouds roll, flowers bloom and fall, and entertain yourself. May, self-spiritual salvation, let the numbers blow and clear the heart. What is the meaning of life, life and death? No regrets. If life can't last as long as a flower, it will last forever. I hope the years will be quiet and the life will be shallow.

10. Deep is also the world of mortals, shallow is also the world of mortals, and the love of the world of mortals is also deep. Through thousands of miles of smoke, look at the autumn scenery. This season's sadness is over. In the years to come, I just want to travel all over the country alone, laughing at right and wrong until I die? Crush sadness, forget the thoughts in Sichuan, and the flowers on the other side of Naihe Bridge bloom fiercely. When the pain spread all over my body, I blew to the horizon with my last bite of earthly resentment. 1 1. A bright moon, looking back who is missing. A glass of turbid wine makes you drunk. One spring, who is Peach Blossom? Looking back, who did you meet? A little rhinoceros, to whom is true love given? Take care, who did Tianya send? After a while, who sent the fish book? The curtain of dreams, who missed the railing. A frosty wind, snow and rain brought who. Only by singing in a low voice can you be infatuated with someone. A kind of lovesickness, who is the leisure worry for? 12. It is hard to stay sad in this life, and the world of mortals shakes off tears. If you don't look back, infatuation is drunk. How is it possible if it is not the last bitter heartbreak? Acacia is as cold as frost every night. Pour a glass of green wine and get drunk, but I don't know that the faint loneliness makes people so embarrassed and the road to love is long. I can't erase it, but the words are still so sad. I'm really, I'm fake, I'm stupid, I laugh. 13. Life is like a dream, gathering and falling like a curtain of spring flowers, how many times we get together, how many times we leave, and how many times we come and go. In a blink of an eye, looking back indifferently, how many vicissitudes are in my heart. Tears flow alone. 65438+ Looking for dreams, dyeing a finger is colorful, smiling like a butterfly. A touch of time, a touch of tranquility, a sense of leisure, a sigh, so quiet. 15. I waited under the Millennium tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I used to burn incense under bodhi, just waiting for a lifetime meeting. After all, the world of mortals is a lonely flower, and the years have dropped its tears, and the past has dropped its sadness. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who fell in love with whom, just like the memory of a dream, I don't know who is waiting. Say goodbye to you, don't ask the geometry of pain.

16. Prosperity is gone, and tears are beautiful. In the depths of Han Xiao, life is like a dream. The heart is mysterious. Surrounded by dreams. I can't sleep alone tonight It is easy to leave time, but difficult to see it clearly. Missing is beautiful. Dreams and your farewell. If you are forced to be lonely, there is no harm in waiting alone. Remember your hopes. My heart is broken in myself. 17. My vicissitudes remain the same. Deduced the midsummer sadness of this season, sighed gently, made several generations of prosperity, sighed gently, made several generations of prosperity, beautiful as a roll, but failed to reach the lost years. Sniffing your unique fragrance gently. Whether your face is still the same. I can't remember, yesterday's past, endless and lonely wandering. In the past, the years have passed, and things have changed. I sigh, just like you are in the middle of the water. 18. Sighing lightly makes generations prosperous. Sighing lightly makes generations prosperous, beautiful as a roll, but not worth the lost years. Sniffing your unique fragrance gently. Whether your face is still the same. I can't remember, yesterday's past, endless and lonely wandering. In the past, the years have passed, and things have changed. I sigh, just like you are in the middle of the water. 19. A wisp of sadness, sorrow and hate, flies for thousands of years. Looking for Iraqis, I couldn't wake up, I missed people, and I listened in the middle of the night, crying badly. After the fleeting time, the dream returns to the water's edge, the smoke breaks people's spirits, the world of mortals is full of tears, and the wind is dark and crisp. Exhausted elegance, lonely face. Whose mind was broken? 20. Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn. Flowers bloom fiercely, leaves fall quietly and beautifully. The feelings of those flowers and leaves fall for a long time at the end of the season, just to disappear for a while, and then precipitate into a warm memory. Open the clouds of years, avoid the traces of time, pick up a long-lost warmth, and brush away a lost fate.