Purple clouds, dancing

In the eyes of yuner, there is a trace of quietness and softness, which is like purple petals, rubbing into your sensitive heart wave gracefully. The reality of life is immersed in the combination of words, abandoning mediocrity and utility behind; Eliminating the pain of soul and enjoying the intoxication of mood. The cloud is like purple heart, like purple butterfly dance. In the dream of clouds, dancing in the courtyard of clouds. Wen Si gurgling is purple, reading, thousands of times are not completely; Sigh, talent is full of wealth; Xin, pieces of gentle, poetic, are like fairy music curl, intoxicated with clouds, intoxicated with clouds, intoxicated with clouds, let the clouds linger. Cloud Yiyi, thinking faint, heart exuberant, gas hao hua and Bingjie. The beauty of the world, in the works of clouds, lingering into light Moon, hazy rain, floating flowers. Blue and lotus flowers are like graceful paintings of Tang and Song dynasties. That rain Jiangnan, Lu water ripples, weeping willow Fu-style, Lakeside coagulation smoke; Catch phrase CI, dye clouds eyeful of the drunk. Yuner uses soft finger as pen, screen as purple paper, embroidered scenery color hundred volumes, dyed poetry thousands of Que. Let Yunxia enjoy the purple poetic mood and feel the flow of purple emotions. It is like the Sanskrit sound washing the shallow dust heart of clouds, and the water washing the mediocre soul of clouds. All the clear words and beautiful sentences, like the fragrance of flowers, lead the clouds to be intoxicated and fascinated, and linger on. All, all the gorgeous characters are just like the flying purple swallow, with thousands of heart knots and pleasant fragrance floating all the way. I want Wei to play with his talent, so do I. With a wisp of poetic heart, yuner traveled through the ancient roads of Tang and Song dynasties and the Xuan Feng of Wei and Jin dynasties. Looking for, that cut, the gentle and elegant, looking for, that branch, the pride of floating fragrance. In addition, the spirit of ice and Jade, elegant and immortal character; In, the general sea of literature, add, exquisite chapters. With the wishes of the next world, with the incense of the present world; With the poetic and pictorial meaning into the soft finger, embroidery, beautiful articles like Suzhou embroidery, filling, graceful words drop purple notes. They are all beautiful and colorful; The clouds are very lucky to read them. Think, Zhang yumiang, the former Lady of the family, can see that the autumn moon is full of the platform. The Coast of yuner Wensi is plain and clean, and the fragrance is dense, and the world is detached. The talented woman Lingbo Lotus step is clear and flourishing. In the notes of qinruolangzhi, the plain hands are lightly twisted, and the heart is gurgling like blue. Light and comfortable purple sleeves, dancing in the sky, detached like purple fairy. Read you, write down your tender feelings; Read you, clear words and quatons; Read you, purple dyed moods; Read you, poems make me fall into your chapters, let me be obsessed with your poetry; Time and time again, I was overwhelmed by your gentle and slight sadness. Zhi Ling Shangguan Wan’er was also inferior in the world. Sun Daoxuan and Wu Shuji also felt ashamed when they revived. Yuner cage with a sleeve of breeze dancing smoke, full of poetry and sweet, send a string of characters to the bright moon and breeze. Time and time again, taste the elegance of your words, taste the gentleness of your words, cultivate the mood of clouds, let the mediocrity be completely lost, and leave only a washed mood, clear and tranquil. The fragrance is vast, the dance is flying, and the style is unique. The faint scent, the faint scent, has already been immersed in the heart of clouds, making me Dream Back to Han and Tang dynasties. Just like the trickle of warmth flowing from the bottom of my heart, it is pleasant to hear, love and hate are like a dream. The cloud reveals the purple fragrance in the continuous lyrics. Let melancholy pay to the river; Let heart knot, pay to the west wind; Let sincerity wash away the dust in the floating world; Let smile, understand the loneliness in prosperity; Let beauty, melt into the jade pot hanging high on the branches. Purple notes are gorgeous and full of jade, and the yard is full of flowers without rolling curtains. However, even though there are thousands of artful carved flowers and beautiful pens and thousands of Luoyang grass notes, how can Xia write the case of clouds? 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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Morning Glory Ah morning glory

The rain last night completely faded the spring, and all the flowers disappeared overnight. However, summer followed the footsteps of Miss Chun slowly. Although it came a little late, there was no shyness of spring at all. The dazzling green color was the evidence. The rain made the Originally dry field fertile. The mushroom top sucked the fresh air outside with a small umbrella, and the smell of soil was everywhere. There are many herbs with new leaves under the trees on both sides of the road. The slender stem sticks to the ground and stretches towards the direction of the tree. The thin leaves are swaying in the breeze, as if inviting me to dance a happy rumba. Know as morning glory of seedlings that. It was a little amazing that it was in full bloom in autumn, sprouted in spring, bred in summer and withered in winter, which was the short life of morning glory. The real flowering period is only a few hours. It opens in the morning and fades at noon or evening, which is so short but also so glorious. It was originally a weak plant, leaving the branches that could be attached, the walls could only spread and twined along the ground. It is also a plant with extremely vigorous vitality. It is born by rivers, roadside, ravines and fields without choosing places. Where there is soil, there is the beautiful image of morning glory, and all the energy is gathered only for the blooming minutes and seconds. No one appreciates it, but you can admire yourself alone; No one cheers, but you can clap your hands; No one stops, but you suddenly think of the way the Morning Glory is in full bloom for thousands of miles. I have seen the morning glory all over the mountains, and the pink trumpet is clearly going to play the hope of tomorrow; I have also seen the swaying morning glory in the cold wind, and the purple trumpet must be fighting with the wind; I have also seen the morning glory on the dead branches, and the blue trumpet must have been decorated in the desolate autumn. Of course, the most common thing is the morning glory on the roadside. The white horns are like rows of bands ready to go. There were soft rattan hovering on the fence not far away, and three small pink flowers scattered among the sparse leaves. One is facing the road, like a proud peacock, one is facing the vegetable garden, like a shy girl, and the other one is hidden behind a leaf, like a singer who still holds a pipa and half covers her face. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the refreshing leaves slipped into the nose with the wind, and immediately there was the carefree and free life of Zhuang zhoumengdie. Leaning over and looking at the posture of morning glory, the figure of lying fish enjoying flowers in master Mei Lanfang’s drunken concubine appeared in front of him. It is said that the master was inspired when he possessed himself and smelled flowers. After pondering, studying and practicing, he finally made the body of lying fish more vivid and vivid. The flower heard by the master is naturally morning glory. It seems that flowers can not only make you happy, but also increase your creative inspiration. However, at this time, I was a bit like a frown with the rustling of leaves, mixed with the whispers of my mother when I was young: a long time ago, there was a Funiu Mountain, and the farmers at the foot of the Mountain lived on farming, but there is no cattle to farm. There was a pair of twin sisters who planed a white silver horn when they were planing the ground. The Immortal told them that there were 100 golden cows in Funiu Mountain, and this horn was the key to open Funiu Mountain. After opening the Mountain Gate, as long as you go in and hold a golden cow, you will be sure to eat and drink for a lifetime. But there are two. One is that you can’t blow it with your mouth. Once you blow the golden cow, it will become a live cow and run out. The other is that it will not work at dawn. After thinking for a long time, the sisters finally decided to turn the golden cattle into live cattle and distribute them to the poor villagers for farming. They opened the gate of the mountain and went in to have a look. As expected, there were 100 Taurus. The two sisters picked up the horn and blew hard. With the sound of the horn, the Taurus became a live cow and ran out along the cave. When the last cow arrived, it was stuck at the entrance of the cave. The villagers finally pulled the cattle out, and the mountain eyes were closed at that time, and the sisters were locked up in the mountain. When the sun came out, the silver trumpet in the eyes of the mountain turned into a trumpet flower, which was also called Morning Glory in memory of the kind sisters. That’s right. The flowers who dare to race with the sun should be so hardworking, otherwise they won’t get the reputation of Qin Niang. But don’t be confused by its weak appearance. You know, once it blooms, it will open to the late autumn when leaves are flying all over the sky. I puffed up my cheek and blew the trumpet. The wonderful music seemed to be gurgling water, flowing to the Grandma Bridge in my dream, to my mother’s arms and to my lover’s eyes, it turns into a beautiful poem. Silverside early shift leakage for residual, step virtual people leaning Jade Langan. The fairy clothes are dyed so bright that I beg the world to look at the dawn. Round like flowing qian bi cut yarn, the vine on the wall adds itself. Tian Sun drops tears of yearning, and the flower grows deep in autumn. Xiao Si was happy and worried late. It was too delicate to hang around the fence. Muxi did not send hibiscus, and bought out the west wind and autumn. Suddenly it began to rain. In the dim light, I saw Chu NV who picked up the morning glory on the fence. I asked him how early he picked one, and she answered that the color of Sunrise was off. I looked at it quietly. In the end, she smiled and held the plum brine room, dyed ginger to serve the dish with shame. I stroked the leaves of morning glory and waved to it. Walking on the road, I remembered the stage play “Orchid” I had seen in my childhood. Malan Flower, Malan flower. You are not afraid of wind and rain. Hardworking people are talking. Please blossom immediately. Walking, The Morning Glory under my feet has blossomed. 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