"Willow Whistle, Blowing Open the Veil of Dreams" | text: Jiang Han
"Taoyuan sincere affection, hand in hand with the vast end of the world"
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April is hurried, deep in the spring, and dreams are on the string. Orchid branches, mass faint fragrance.
Wisps of sunshine, rain and dew cut off dead branches and young leaves. Those graces sparkled, bright and bright Fang Fei.
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Flowers bloom in April, gently traversing the Dream Trail
It was night, and the dark hole outside the building was piercing, and it was difficult to penetrate deeply. All things, far away from the prosperity of the day, gradually returned to peace. The Big Dipper, hanging overhead in the sky, gazes intently, as if the black curtain is inlaid with a few sparkling pearls, shining undiminished. In this kind of scene, there has been a long time, and a thought has been rolled back and forth, in the spring night in a different place, the heart, pure white ethereal, the dust and worry of the past entanglement, shielded in the city where they live. Quiet and leisurely, childish return, as if back to the simple and flawless flower season, carefree, carefree, chasing, flying the ideal kite, in the blue jade. Running, laughing, crazy, melting into nature, weaving colorful dreams...
Shaohua spring dew and flowers are good, do not wait for idle people to disturb themselves. The willow whistle blows away in April, time is lost in the rain of petals, bees and butterflies flying, as if looking for the blue demon. Lady, Qianqian Lakeside, feminine peach blossom noodles, plain star cape, night wind skimming the tip of the ripples, Ling Bo Shui Mei, quietly lit the flower soul on the ridge, wet mimosa lips, the second green green, dotted with tender green branches. A little mysterious, a little dreamy, with a longing. Looking for the former stranger in my heart...
Smoke lock cloud building, wordless lonely by the column meaning
Once upon a time, spring and autumn were sad, listening to the wind and rain by the window, watching the flowers flying and falling in the air, the beautiful scenery of heartless red dust, the tears wet clothes flowing freely, and the low eyebrows were sad and sad. Locked souls for several years, secretly lamenting the complexity of the world, vainly having a grand plan, no one caring about the horizontal steps, and scribbling sadness with essays. Time changes darkly, Xiao Suo green branches, indifferent human pity. The long night slowly confronted que yue, coldly resuming bitter wine and drinking, asking the heavens, the harmony of the world's entertainment, but ignoring the forgotten corner of the weak little girl. Spring flowers and autumn moon are flowing, and the cold candle courtyard is deep, only lonely by railing.
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The breeze blows, and the clouds break the moon to take pictures
The sunset reflects the soul of the mountain, and the weeping willow breeze blows softly. Perhaps the previous people were infected, and I, who was familiar with light and interesting words, actually had the whimsy of accidental ink incense, Dou Fun, looking for that antique garden. Curtain roll west wind, pick the lamp to ask Yan, dust letter case a few. Sadness of the past, sorrow of the present, reminiscing about the smoke and rain of Jiangnan a curtain of dreams, lingering on the fresh and elegant path, staring at the blossoms of the bohai, quietly watching the silver heron spread its wings and travel west. Those spiritual characters came with the red apricot branch, the wind came to me from the warmth, my dream, lost in the bamboo forest dream jumped in front of my eyes, drizzle, slowly walking in the old alley, an oil-paper umbrella greeted, surprised by the heart of the ferry, as if he had previously brushed his body in his own spiritual habitat, the memory was awakened, oh, he was the gentleman who had rubbed shoulders with Hanqu Trail--- the teacher brother who was very accomplished in poetry.
At the first sight of life, the autumn wind Danqing painted a fan
When I first entered Bohai, I was introduced by friends, looking for Tang poetry and Song poetry to guide me, met as before, and from then on, the drama poems were funny and cheerful, wandering the rainforest, competing to chase the flow of Xiahong light, and laughing lightly ink to paint Danqing. The art sea is deep, and the fledgling students do not know how high the sky is and how heavy the clouds are. Try your foot on the waves, it is inevitable that the shoes will be wet. If you are not careful, you will overturn and injure people. In order to make Han grow in the future, once love and Han, evoke the memories of dreams, worship the master of the garden window, bathe in the sunshine of the text, have to idle shells, learn from each other's strengths, and learn from each other.
Sincerely aware, Jiang Han has no worries and worries, he is full of heart, follows the good examples, circumstantial evidence of hundreds of sons and hundreds of families, and introduces Chinese and Western civilizations, so as to experience my will, inspire the spirit of shaking, and restore the old style. In order to save me from the emotional trough, I have written several blog posts successively, and I have used "Phoenix Nirvana" to exalt my heart. Stir up the sunset WenSu character endowment, Fu Zhen Yin Flute lakeside moonlight, point out the classical legend. Spring pear blossoms, sparse fragrance qin spleen, once drunk soul poetry, bullet cup rose full shelf, swimming between the bright purple, raised eyebrows fragrant long pavilion, leisurely and interesting.
Hanlin Xiahong, ink yan blossoms
Han, the flowers and plants of the greenhouse, is discouraged when the wind and rain are poured. Tears of sorrow and sighs. Such a sad woman, who is willing to be tired, and this teacher brother Tai compassionate, care and care double, like a brother patiently channeled, sent to the soft sun, moderate watering, careful pruning and care, and let my little grass resurrection, the sharp corners of the rain lotus, regain life. However, the growth of anything is not generally smooth, and Han has been dusty and muddy all the way, and Chu Song is continuous, but it can be cared for by good people. Let the thin woman who was once scarred, once again bathe in the rain dew Lingzhi, thanks to its good intentions, resistant to sensuality, the soul of sorrow finally awakened. He who teaches people, first be human. He, who is a low-key person, a high-profile person, and a kind heart, has infected me. The concept of a gentleman is applied from time to time, and the freshness of the world has left an indelible mark on my heart.
Knowledge and travel thousands of miles, ink and brilliance
As a beginner in poetry, Jiang Han gained his preference. Fresh word brush, meaning to melt the picture screen is his requirement for me to write poetry. He, for my ugly pen, devoted himself to finding the fallacy, struck it in time, and ordered it to be changed. He, constantly cultivating Yu Bo, Xiuwen dyeing ink, with his demonstration, I will practice pen, temper the rhythm, is his interest in my ancient style. His accurate use of words, improving literacy, enhancing literary meaning, and enhancing the cultivation of the way of leisurely, so that I can not neglect to slacken off. At the same time that I was making love and rhyme, he also lit up the prose and channeled it, and taught the pen and pen mysteries in many ways.
Wenlin is wrong, if the apricot courtyard branches, the fragrance of flowers is floating, the need for the form to disperse the soul gathering, the main line runs through. I wrote my own blog, preferred ancient poetry, under his inspiration, occasionally cursive prose, timely criticism of my shortcomings, so that I suddenly felt nostalgic. His everything is standardized from the beginning, and he is serious about the law, so that there is the afterscent of the golden autumn day in the future. Walking a thousand miles, taking a step forward, not only is it a liberal arts, but also a person.
Taoyuan sincere affection, hand in hand in the vast end of the world
Jasmine blooms with autumn fragrance, Su Ming pours a cup of Hui Yi long, invites Yue Xilou to listen to Di Cui, and Taoyuan brothers and sisters sing together. Walking through the spring and summer together, in the autumn harvest season, and he married as a lifelong brother and sister, Su Jie Bingqing's love and righteousness held hands in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, forgetting those nominal competitions, chanting pen to cultivate sentiments, and cultivating the soul with ink is the foundation of my brothers and sisters. His "we are not Su Shi brothers and sisters, but no matter how I fly, I will not leave my sister no matter" is considered to be the brother's love for Jiang Han, and "what love in the world is the longest, only the family affection will not change, you and I are not brothers and sisters, but like brothers and sisters" is to Jiang Han's blessings, this long-lasting family affection, thick with the hearts of the two people, in the pure soil is fragrant, pure white fragrance.
Silver cranes fly south, fragrant windows
A bend of blue moonlight, through heavy tulle, pierced the silence of the long night, swept away the dust of the day, washed the heavens and the earth, and purified Huayu. The stars blinked their talking eyes and navigated the cranes in all directions.
Tonight, I am a little butterfly, dancing in the spring of the text construction, walking through the lines of words, flying deep in the memories of dreams, singing small songs in a shallow voice, and giving them to my most beloved person - the unknown teacher brother who listens to the wind and rain by the window.
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Pseudonym: Jiang Han. May I be able to step on the rivers and mountains like a picturesque song, and carry the cloud heart like water to whisper back.
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