In March, I have a discussion with the text

In March, when the night was dim, the breeze passed, the rain was fine, the willow branches were shaking lightly, the water sounded leisurely, wearing a green shirt and walking alone on the shore, the world of mortals walked slowly like clouds. Flowers are like smoke clouds. People feel that life is so short until they reach middle age. They are used to walking slowly at night, carrying some elegance and some reverie. They often suddenly move in an accidental moment. Therefore, I give my mood to the words to sort out, the shadow of fragrance marks, warm and lonely, drunk Mo Xuan. Touch your silky warmth in the words, there is always a word that touches me. In the green season, you can touch my sadness more, the beautiful season of life, drunk in the world of mortals, looking forward to staying together is like this. I like the spicy wine, but I am disappointed that I am not strong enough to drink. Under the dim light, I always like to read the verses in the literature Group and drink a few cups in front of me. There is no need for red flowers and green willows, nor villas and mansions. I just want to slowly chew my friends’ words in my warm study by the mellow fragrance of wine. I don’t have the poet Li Bai to borrow love with wine, writing the endless verses, you can’t use the wine to input your deep feelings. A plate of small dishes, a transparent cup, and a toast with the words. The pungent drops are enough to hold my mind. A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without blind date. Raise a toast to invite Mingyue and make a photo of three people. Walking in March, wandering in the vastness of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, I like the verses with neat rhythm such as breeze and Lotus shadow, laughing at the world of mortals, fate, happy people, doctor teachers, etc. I also admire the distant sky and lonely crane, and, teachers such as Rong Hua, Nan Feng, Haiyan and so on express their feelings to poetry forever; Like Dawn, Xiao Feng full moon, red leaves Zhiqiu, Lan Xin still, cool weather, late forest, late autumn, Pacific Ocean, beautiful poems such as Jiangxin waterfall; There are also empty Valley Orchid, cold plum in snow, single fishing cold river snow, snow Ying, like snow, music Chi, dream and cloud, red leaves, clear pool green lotus, cool shade, the intoxicating proses such as Linggu teacher; The justice novels with dreams becoming the wind, elegant, dried plum blossoms and excellent teachers; The grass roots, singing in the snow, and the transmission of love by Haier teacher with words; I was supported by the political commissar of Yayun and the goshawls in the snow field; There was a real interview report by the journalist Meng’er, and there was also a misty look at teacher Hua’s expression of the motherland. Reading the essence of Tang poetry strolling among the graceful and bold, drinking a cup of sake, touching the friendship interaction with each other. My heart has no reason to be relieved. Standing at the end of time, I feel more precious time, slowly feel time, and cherish you and me more. A ray of Moonlight often stirs up layers of ripples. Sometimes the Moonlight cannot shine into dreams. When you are silent, it is always the beginning of missing. A distant miss may become an eternal Myth. If you want to say a lot of words, sometimes you can only bury them with blood. Some feelings, maybe it is destined by God, some start, some are destined to be wrong, some are wrong, and people can’t help themselves. At this time, as long as you drink a glass of wine and read a person’s words slowly, you will turn around and leave for her happiness. Now there is only one more fantasy, looming. In March, I missed a song, intoxicating my heart and breaking my heart. I was speechless. I heard my words and sighed softly. In March, I had a conversation with the words, telling the past of the country path and missing the country, I miss my childhood partners, recall the beauty of my first love, recall the lost relatives, make those memories that are about to disappear clear again, drink a mouthful of wine, listen, the Grand Canal will ring again. The bright moonlight always gives people some thoughts and melancholy. Standing alone on the balcony, I don’t know where my heart wanders? Looking up at the sky, through the stars, which one is your eyes, shallow Whirlpool, instantly spread to my heart, lonely. I always like to integrate the appreciated sentences into the blood, making many unforgettable sentences take root in my heart. In the beautiful March, the spring breeze swept away the chill completely. Because the company needs to plant trees over 100 mu of land, I drove to supervise the project every day and worked in the breeze of March, I often feel that I am back to the embrace of nature, because I can’t rest at noon, I feel physically and mentally exhausted. Maybe, I am really old in March of early spring, and the Sunshine injects hope into those who desire warmth, however, I am still a light thought, a light feeling, and a light walk in my footsteps. I like the light rain in early spring, the soft rain, the light meditation and the light smile in the rain. Raindrops fell on the balcony, giving out beautiful sounds of nature, stretching out and taking a drop into the palm, crystal clear, spotless, I was reluctant to touch, I saw your loneliness in this bright raindrop, your sadness and beauty, hold your hands tightly, and also hold the fragments of your life tightly. The season recycles the vicissitudes of people. If life could come back, I would choose this kind of life, a pot of old wine, a glass, a roll of song lyrics, a history book, a plain, A indifferent. In March, I discussed with the characters, feeling the excellence of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, the refinement of character art and the melodious character in the characters. The vast sea of people, acquaintance is the fate, in the text to meet friends, to make friends with the text, the year and month flow, surging endless footsteps, how many years, how much touched, it is worthy of our heart collection, write Eternal Nostalgia with words. At night, put a clear voice, Dancing with the wine glass and words. Many memories, with the hazy and clear feeling of wine, the wine is strong in the internal organs, rubbing the heart, unforgettable Brand of Snow Plum in the wind and rain. I opened the gate of words with a glass of wine, and touched the feeble sigh with my fingertips. A dream, an emotion, an unforgettable period and a lifetime of concern fell down at the bottom of the Cup, A beautiful figure crept up in a trance and fell down for countless long nights, swimming with the wine glasses. Only the mellow in his hand can understand your words. When I was lonely, wine glasses gave me warmth and words gave me mood. I embraced them and strolled in the world of mortals, waiting for the coming of the day again and again, and welcoming the first dawn of the east again and again. March is full of my worries. I take heaven as the curtain and literature as friends. I drink a cup of wine to friends of Yayun Literature Society and original literature in a good mood, releasing a touch, express a true feeling. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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