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There are often scenes of Sakura flying all over the sky in cherry blossom Ji “Magic City”. The mottled stars shake off through the cracks of dense branches and leaves. The trees are full of bright cherry blossoms, and the women whose silver hair flies and the robes turn, it is a beautiful picture beyond reach. Whenever I think of the beautiful bloom of cherry blossoms or the cruel regret, the memory is like the calm Lake swept by the breeze, gradually trance. The white glittering flame surrounded by the white petals, the shyness and silence that was about to be opened and covered, wrote down the incomprehensible Zen machine in my heart. The fragrance of cherry blossoms filled the campus Sky in April, and the always quiet garden was full of boys and girls who came to see cherry blossoms. They chased and jumped excitedly around the cherry trees, while I just stood far away at the end of the corridor, looking at their noise from afar. They came for the bustle, but Sakura never liked the noise, and she was always silent. A boy shook violently with his slender trunk in his hand. The girl beside him smiled happily. Cherry Petals floated to her and floated to the cold ground one after another. An inexplicable anger welled up in my heart. What are they doing?! I was about to cry for the encounter of cherry blossom. I hated my cowardice. Until now, I still hated myself for not stepping forward. Facing the boy’s eyes, I firmly said, “please let go! The people watching the scene of bustle left, and the garden was quiet again. I stumbled over, with tiny white petals spreading all over the floor, as if condemning my inaction. Guilty, I can only make a card, write: friend, you know what you shake is the tears of cherry blossoms, I hope they can look at it and cherish this fragile flower, I only hope to relieve the guilt in my heart. I don’t know whether there are cherry blossoms in ancient times, and whether there are cherry blossoms in the story that I like very much? Is there any trace of cherry blossoms on the flowery Lin’an qianmo that Princess Wu Yue has passed to enjoy the spring? Mo flowers butterfly fly, Jiangshan Judah is ancients non. The adherents went old for several times, and the long songs of the female tour slowly returned. The only pity is that there are few shadows of cherry blossoms in ancient poems. Cherry blossoms without literary ink pen decoration inevitably make people feel that there is a kind of historical heavy flavor of edification. In this respect, cherry blossoms are not as good as Peony, plum blossom and hibiscus. In “Magic City”, it is said that the clouds are full of cherry blossoms? Or full undead? Maybe the cherry blossom is so decisive, the decisive, the decisive, the decisive, and the soul blend together. However, whenever I try to describe cherry blossoms, I always hate that I can’t describe the beauty of cherry blossoms vividly and vividly. Things engraved in my life always feel superficial on the paper. I believe this sentence. For cherry blossoms, I have a sacred worship, not on the surface, but in the heart. Fireworks are in full bloom, and there is a kind of unspeakable loneliness. I once met a fireworks show at night. The fireworks blooming all over the sky are like clusters of flowers blooming and dying in a flash, like ripples rippling in circles and dying in an instant. I seemed to hear a gorgeous and ancient Li Song in the dark night. The song reached its climax and countless pink butterflies came suddenly. The cheers of the crowd were far away from me, and my heart was suddenly filled with silence and sadness. I think of the beautiful face with tears, the white water lily dotted on the silent Lake, and the gloomy Nocturne. The splendid fireworks feast reminded me of those cold and bleak scenes. The crowd gradually dispersed, and the quiet sky seemed extremely lonely and desolate. When the fireworks fell, it was vigorous, but when it withered, it was silent. The once gorgeous sky turned dark, and no trace of fireworks could be found any more. Just like what an unforgettable past, after years, there is no place to find a trace of imprint. In that winter full of snow, that boy without umbrella, the oath blocked by the door, the string of goodbye covered by snow, had gone away at any time. When the annual wheel passes by, there is only one sentence, the streamer is easy to throw people, red cherry, green banana. It is a lonely journey to meet fireworks. In the Lantern Festival that year, I forgot the noise around me for waiting for the fireworks. Maybe my heart was tied and everything was shapeless. All the brilliance would eventually be fixed into the most beautiful memory. 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You have never been allowed to enter this restless city, but you still came. You said you came for me, but I thought it was through the misty rain in May. Only in this city where I live, there is no smoke and rain. You brought a book, which proves the legend of Jiangnan. Between the lines, I smelt the blooming fragrance of a flower. You said that you remembered my words, which were scattered in the memory of fine sand. I said, the leak in your arms is even worse, and my steps cannot be locked. Zhijun’s heart is like the bright moon. When you come, you will bring a turbid wine between flowers; When you leave, you will take away the pain of the bright moon and thousands of miles. You said don’t hide and seek with yourself, or you would not be willing to find yourself. You said don’t deliberately irrigate a flower with tears. You said not to give a truth in the dark. It is a pity that it is not you, and the reeds cannot stop you. You have gone, the dust everywhere remembers your words and takes away your smoke and rain. Said are brothers, horizontal and vertical between heaven and earth. After you left, Ruo Yu found yesterday that you had never been here and everything was just a reincarnation. Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…