Rhyme Book whim

East and West are roads, North and South are streets. In the center of the city, I feel the breadth of the world; I can reach the sky at the top and touch the ground at the bottom. At the top of the city, I dislike the small size of the world; the water comes from the water, and the Lotus comes from the water. In the quietest time of the city, I appreciate the lightness of Tao Weng; Sitting against the window, holding a roll and thinking, in the farthest place of the city, I realize the beauty of leisure and elegance. A cup of green tea, a bamboo chair, a roll of story, a river that has been accumulated for thousands of years in a dynasty, I gently waded through it and dared not to hit a little water, afraid of disturbing the ink melting in the water suddenly churning, without pen and paper, then it is another piece of text that has been passed down through the ages. The sunshine in the afternoon comes quietly and sprinkles on my lonely pages. The perfect change of light and shadow is like a pair of eyes witnessing history in the deep pupil, vaguely flashing, who whispered in the past? Talking about the growth of a civilization, I lost myself in words. I couldn’t find an exit, let alone an exit. It doesn’t matter who came from the beat of reality and dream? Singing the faded story of time I wandered between the tones, forgetting that time also passed through the space. What is the meaning that the present and the past time buried the city and rotted the skin, no one can do anything about the quiet ink of the yellowed paper, which silently reveals the glory of the past and also the treasure of today and the brilliance of tomorrow. Who is dancing lightly and quietly approaching? Even though Yuyang came with a drum, she couldn’t be shocked by the graceful dance of the woman who had danced for thousands of years. The memory fell in front of the window, and I didn’t care about it. The breeze blowing from ancient times shook my silent wind chimes, the moon of Qin Shiming and the moon of Han pass. The moon was still hanging high but I didn’t know how many vicissitudes had invaded this land and thought about it, there will be a woman standing on the blue brick under my feet waiting for her lover, and there will be a beauty that has died in the soil under my feet to keep the breeze blowing from my lover in ancient times, the faint fragrance brought by those women caressed the flowers in front of the window, so the flowers became fragrant. When the flowers were drunk, the people who planted flowers laughed if the flowers liked the people who planted flowers, the flowers are blooming, because they are so beautiful. If the flowers fall in love with the person who grows the flowers, the flowers will be defeated again, because it was too bitter, after all, the flowers were blooming and losing, and there was also a sweet, sour and quiet flute of the people who planted flowers. Who was calling? Who is echoing each other with the sad flute? Lightly lift the water sleeves and tie a wisp of blue silk around the fingers, which is the most beautiful beauty. It is not that when will you arrive just for waiting to lean against the handrail but passing through thousands of sails? Staring at the water, fish know my heart? The woman who was looking forward to him was looking at the Sun and Moon for thousands of years again, following the sound of water. Who knew that the distant lover came back? The afternoon sunshine dispersed quietly. The temperature of the air was still warm and refreshing. Close the pages gently, the story is in the book, I am outside the book, and my dream is in my heart. 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. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…