Text/Sun Jinshan
Butterfly Love Flower. equinox
What did the wind come from in one night? The willow is green and peachy, and the grass is still strange. It is suspected that it is the brush of Tiangong Shi, and everything is divided into spring colors for a while.
The water is as clear as gelatinous amber. The bamboo path is deep, and the leaves listen to the yellow harrier. The beauty is different from the dream, and this body is also like a pot maker.
Spread out the Raccoon Creek Sand. The 13th anniversary of the Wenchuan earthquake
The hatred lasted for more than ten years, although the mountains and rivers moved at the age of majority. The most difficult to think about the day, crying Wenchuan.
Can you go back in time and teach people to live in peace? Speechless at this time, only the eyes were raised, to the heavens.
Tasha Line. Decide male and female
The earth is barren, the mountains are high and the waters are wide. Life is helpless to part. He was reunited in the war for many years, and he did not know who to love and hate to talk to.
The sea overturns the river, and the stars soar over the moon. How can the enmity be extinguished. Win or lose with jun relativity, full of white hair and fall into the snow.
Tread on the sand line
The dream is gone, and the clouds and smoke pass by. Time flows to whoever cares. Where the spring wind peach and plum go, the rain knocks on the tung leaves slowly.
The love is short and the love is long, and the relationship is deep and shallow. Several times I threw away the thoughts in my heart. Locking the beaded curtain in the deep courtyard, Zhu Yan sighed softly at the mirror.
Nanxiangzi. The 920th anniversary of Su Dongpo's death
Xiao Xiao belongs to Su Gong, and his talent can surpass the peak of Wanzhang. The world is full of ups and downs, the breeze. The ancient red dust smiled.
North and south and west and east, Dan Hui Huang Hang left meritorious service. Ethereal and unrepentant, lonely. But he has a strong love for the world.
Broken. Battle of the Twin Cities
After years of war, how many heroes are there? Bloodstains and tears, sword shadow sword light life and death. Dreams are empty.
I want to fight in my chest and eliminate the smoke in the world. Narrow Road alone to capture the evil tiger, angry sea lone boat to fight the raptor. Strive for ancient feats.
Break the line
The willows in front of the hall fell and bloomed with lotus flowers on the pond. The cocoon has become a butterfly on the branches, and the tadpole is all grass-bottomed frogs. The wind blows drizzle obliquely.
LiXia a few glasses of thin wine, Duanyang a cup of fragrant tea. In the midst of human customs, the seasons change and appreciate the flowers. Gossip about you and me.
Linjiangxian
Taishang three thousand words, the first emperor twelve golden people. Each means is done. It is transformed into a matter of the world and left as a theory in history.
Even the Six Sutras note me, and you must know that the people of the five grains are born. Can the rain and dew be divided equally? There is no shortage of three meals, and a smile says that the storm is stormy.
Only to see the yellow leaves of the branches, it is difficult to find yesterday's Fangfei. The frost goose has flown south. The rivers and lakes are cold in autumn, and the conscripts are sad.
How can ten thousand classes evergrande? There are always ups and downs in the world. Never count anyone. Contemplation That night is quiet, and the bright moon peeks at people.
Yu Meiren
Everyone sees the world with the naked eye, but feels dazed. Time and shadow flickered in the blink of an eye, and the ancient Spring and Autumn period was once eight thousand years.
The breath of the saints is in its heel, and the movement of the opposite path. Butterflies fly in their dreams at night, and the virtual reality vaguely knows whether it is subtle.
Streamers are easy to go to who is wrong, and the flowers in the dream are scattered. At that time, the wind and rain hurt the most, and I forgot what year, month and person.
The world's separation is ultimately difficult to manage, or the causes are shallow. Several vicissitudes have become mulberries, and the white clouds and yellow cranes in the sky have wandered.
Minus magnolia
Peony peony, can still blossom to accompany the wine drink. Zhao Bi Sui Zhu, just heard and searched for nothing.
Floating who expected, the sad and sad people laughed. Things are difficult to do, why not lie flat first if there is a bed.
More leaks. Title Nanjing Purple Mountain
From Qingfeng, Guan Zi Qi, from the ancient Jinling resort. Pine Chrysanthemum Trail, Water Cloud Xuan, there is no heaven in this.
Broad-minded, open-minded, reminiscent of thousands of people. Speaking of the homeland, on the xiongtu, the wind and smoke are rolling away.
Gurudwara Golden Gate
On World Book Day again, many people talk about reading, much dispute, or useless reading, and answer it:
Spring is heavy. Who is in the Splendid Mountains and Rivers? The top of the hall is covered with flowers and heels, and the books in his hands are held.
The warbler made a clever sound and laughed at the uselessness of my reading. I said only because jun did not understand, there are thousands of poetry.
The sky is not old, how many exchanges between the present and the ancient. The five generations and six dynasties are grassy, and the country is still good.
And see the scenery full, express the heart hug. Wanli Hongxia came to take a late look, reflecting a smile between her cheeks.
Pick mulberries
The flowers withered and disappeared, and there was no trace of it. Will there be a rest of the spring, come and accompany the sleepy people in the room.
Talk to whom you talk about your heart, and dust in your dreams. It was dusk again, and there was no cloud in Wushan.
See you soon
The void is vast and vast, and autumn frost falls. See also the flock of geese going south, chrysanthemum yellow.
Book small seals, read bible scrolls, and light agarwood. Late at night alone, to the lights.
Xi Jiang Yue. Sentimental
Heaven and earth can last? There is no end to my life and knowledge. What in the world is easy to trace, how much is true and false.
Humanity is like wine in middle age, and it is like sand in the past. Take a flower for a leisurely time, whether it is spring, autumn, winter or summer.
Xijiang Moon
There is snow and wind in the north, smoke-free and rain-free Jiangnan. For a time, it is a double day, and only self-knowledge is cold and warm.
Love plum blossoms and be proud, and endure the cold of winter. Look at it just about to bloom, not waiting for the spring breeze to blow.
Xi Jiangyue. Christmas Eve
Dense rain and tight wind old days, colorful flowers and green trees today. A cup of tea is drunk and cold, and the snow and stars are scattered.
In the vast world, the heart seeks peace. The Mozi apple sits in front of the lamp, sweet as people wish.
