Mo Yun's Fragrant Prose

In my heart, ink is a treasure. She is like a classical graceful woman, elegant and clean, beautiful and dignified, emitting a faint fragrance. In the long river of years, she gently brushed her long sleeves and danced beautifully.

Following the faint fragrance of ink, I went to sit in the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion by Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the breeze came out and the sun set in my arms tomorrow. The beauty of Lanting landscape and the joy of banquet come to mind. There was a faint sigh in my ear. Listen to "Lanting Lintie, running script is like running water, pushing the door under the moon, the pace is broken, busy, it is difficult to show beauty. Who can I really give the original? " What a beautiful word!

With free and easy steps, I came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, paid tribute to Li Bai and till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and had a drink. Drunk in the vigorous and graceful balcony post, I whispered, "Today people don't see Gu Yue, but this month they took photos of the ancients." Feel a beautiful artistic conception that life is short and the moon is always there. Know how to cherish every inch of this life and hold the eternal beauty in your heart.

The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Let's go on a date with Niannujiao written by Su Dongpo in the Song Dynasty, and invite Tang Bohu, a gifted scholar in the Ming Dynasty, to order Qiuxiang in the Picture of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost, which is quite charming! Zheng Banqiao, one of the eight eccentrics in Yangzhou in Qing Dynasty, fell asleep with his elegant posture and arrogant "Zhu Cong Tu". He is really drunk!

Ink and wash, writing books and painting, poetic lingering.

Roll up the low curtain of ink, and the misty rain and clear shadow gradually drift away. Jiang Feng catches fire, and crows fall at the moon. How many literati are full of pride in the faint fragrance of ink, and how many talented people and beautiful women are playing with ink in the waves and enjoying themselves.

Ink is a kind of lightness and elegance, which gives us a intoxication of perfection and beauty.

Rhyme in literary works

Rhyme is a kind of grace, a kind of chic, a kind of elegance and a kind of amorous feelings.

She is a woman with rich connotation and outstanding style, emitting a faint book fragrance, restrained and reserved. Even after repeated chewing, she is still charming.

Small bridges and flowing water are graceful, lonely smoke in the desert is heroic, the vast grassland is a kind of mind, and misty rain is a kind of intoxication. Rhyme is a kind of aestheticism and intoxication.

You see, "Flowers bloom all over the sky, tears fall in the red chamber, dreams are far away, and Leng Xiang is incomplete." It's a charm. You see, "you are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, and the drizzle shines in front of the flowers." It is also an infinite amorous feelings.

When the wind is in the air, feel its kiss, when the flowers are in full bloom and appreciate its sweetness, when winter comes, I sing a love song gently, and when I am lonely, I exude tenderness. The romantic scenery is graceful and graceful, sad and chic, delicate and charming, fragrant and melancholy. From a distance, she is an orchid in full bloom in a deep valley. The warm sunshine dances lightly, and the deep mountain canyon is silent.

Rhyme, your beauty, pleasing to the eye, your beauty, light clouds and light wind.

Rhyme, your beauty comes from all corners of the country, and your beauty comes from the precipitation of years.

You are clear and natural without any carving, you are calm, and you are still proudly independent despite the wind and rain. You are atmospheric and bear everything. Feel you, your purity and beauty, your attitude.

Floating (in the air)

Natural and unrestrained, fresh, refined, elegant and quiet. This is you, you can't see or see, elegant and pleasant.

Walking into the "Sikong Map" of the Tang Dynasty, I feel free, unique and elegant. Hand in hand, Li Bai's "One day, Dapeng rises with the wind, and the waves go straight to Wan Li" is unrestrained. Xi Murong's Li Qixiang is full of emotion, fresh and natural. San Mao's Sahara Desert is frank and refined. ...

Gone with the wind, since ancient times, because of your elegance, we are intoxicated by the ink fragrance of words. Because of your clarity and freedom, we walked through the smooth and graceful lines without any regrets.

Yu Mei's solo "He Huan without you" is beautiful and affectionate; Liu Hongmei bowed his head with a handful of ink, and the fragrance of printing and dyeing was overflowing, elegant and peaceful; A beautiful dream in the deepest part of the world of mortals, with a drop of ink, beautiful and romantic; The solitary flower under the bodhi tree blooms unintentionally, fresh and beautiful. ...

Today, a wisp of fragrance, let us listen to the sound of flowers in the ink, a bunch of warm sunshine in early winter, let us find the dawn on the other side of the night.

Go with the wind and go to the ends of the earth. I tied a pink ribbon with the words "Mo Yun Xiang" on the coconut tree to make her Wan Li Xiang.

Gone with the wind, gone with the wind to the sea of Wang Yang, I will engrave the poetic words on the rocks, and let her live forever.

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Orchid leaves are green, and the morning breeze leaves flowers and cherishes spring red.

Draw a bridge, lie idle and listen to the light rain, how fragrant it is.

Xiang, from a nation, from a big fellow, from countless romantic figures through the ages.

Incense is a fascinating culture, a beautiful scenery and a heavy history book.

Standing on the Great Wall, smelling the bouquet of hunting under the banner of hunting, I think of the first emperor Qin Shihuang, general Huo Qubing, and Yang Jiye, the son of Golden Knife. I seem to see the soldiers drinking, lying on the battlefield drunk, pointing to Loulan's generosity and tragic.

Walking in the desert Gobi, watching an oasis, admiring the immortal Populus euphratica, the endless desert, the vast Gobi, and the tinkling Populus euphratica, savoring her magical and magnificent fragrance. Populus euphratica, who was influenced by Tang poetry and Song poetry, comforted the lonely journey of many frontier poets. Three thousand years of ups and downs, despite the years of wind and frost, still stands immortal glory.

Climb the snowy plateau in Tibet, covered with mountains and peaks, be a devout pilgrim, hold a fragrant heart, listen to the sound of reincarnation in worship, have a beautiful yearning for heaven, have beautiful and crystal-clear scrolls and have a majestic fragrance.

It took 18 years for Sima Qian to write Historical Records, and we can still smell the lingering historical fragrance. A Dream of Red Mansions is tragic, profound, strong and lofty, which is a euphemism and a kind of soul-stirring. Mr. Lu Xun's profound and meaningful "Morning Flowers" makes our "From Herb Garden to San Tan Yin Yue" full of longing for the naive natural picture scroll. Zhang Ailing's "Love in a Fallen City" pays attention to the city first, and then to the countryside. It has its own kind of wandering flowers, a kind of lovesickness, and two kinds of carefree feelings and fragrance. ...

Book fragrance, ink fragrance, elegance, literary fragrance, word fragrance, paper and ink flying flowers.

You, a poetically elegant woman, are gentle and legendary, and you, a young contemporary girl, are eloquent.

You are a romantic genius who has read many poems and books, and a handsome man with both talent and emotion.

At first, ink bloomed in blue mist, and rhyme made the sky purple. Floating through the clouds, the fragrance lingers in the wind and moon. Mo Yun is fragrant. In this early winter, you came to me with a smile, full of sincerity and free and easy, lightly accompanied by a quiet and beautiful, with a beautiful and romantic.