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Time boils rain, years sew flowers, a drop of rain, reflecting the mountains and rivers, two or two winds, clear and refreshing

author:Yu Qiuxue's beautiful essay
Time boils rain, years sew flowers, a drop of rain, reflecting the mountains and rivers, two or two winds, clear and refreshing

Author: Zhang Xueyong

Stand on the waterfront of time, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and wait for spring and summer. The years sew flowers, and the time cooks the rain. A drop of rain reflects thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and two or two winds blow refreshingly.

How much prosperity has become a thing of the past. How many memories, how delicate the country is. You are the pen of a thousand years of time, and you are the shallow mind that falls from the rhyme.

Time boils rain, years sew flowers, a drop of rain, reflecting the mountains and rivers, two or two winds, clear and refreshing

The summer rain can be described as splashing ink into a painting and writing into a poem. She chased the wind and the moon, drifting through the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River; She twisted her hands and fell into the Saibei hometown. Every pen is written affectionately and beautifully, and every line of poetry has a floral fragrance.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a painting. Start writing the world, and settle down in the hometown. Three glasses and two light wines make people dream back to the smoke and rain willows. The long water town, the long thought, three cups and two sorrows and joys.

Yellow flowers are thin, memories meet, there is wine tonight and drunk tonight, and tomorrow's summer breeze will be full of flowers. A glass of wine, melancholy in the past, an inkstone, wandering in the agarwood of the passing years.

Time boils rain, years sew flowers, a drop of rain, reflecting the mountains and rivers, two or two winds, clear and refreshing

The mountain rain came over the stream, and the heat in the world declined. Follow the footsteps of the dream, look at the new lotus pearls, the big fat face of the plantain, the floating life is idle, and the gardenia in the atrium is open.

The summer rain is warm, and the pearls are jumping. In the depths of time, there are white clouds; The past is a dream back to the past. Encountering a rain is to meet a landscape, pick up a period of time, and sleep in the rain in a dream.

Time boils rain, years sew flowers, a drop of rain, reflecting the mountains and rivers, two or two winds, clear and refreshing

A rain, met in the depths of the alley, planting flowers in front of the window, planting melons behind the house. Three glasses and two light wines, sitting and watching the verdant red sleeves, this is a rainy encounter.

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