The clear breeze raises the flag, the blue waves resemble the sea, and the surging of the National Day wakes up the surging of Chinese birthday in my heart. Lightly hold a corner of the five stars, and the breeze slowly floats. Looking at the fluttering red flag, my eyes are calming, if you say that all the scholars, the three schools of thought, and the nine liu have never entered your heart, then the heart must be touched by the future of hope flowing in the life of the motherland. Listening In the embrace of National Day, if there is no clear breeze, will the red flag waving like that? Can you perceive its beauty? its existence?
How many Chinese sons and daughters solemnly swear, the breeze quietly flutters the red flag; how many beautiful scenery can be separated from the breeze between the words and pictures. In the nature of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the breeze is blowing in the spring, the breeze is gentle, the breeze is falling leaves, and the breeze and snow are all in the depths of the heart where the aesthetics and freehand paintings blend into each other, condensed into a poetic cultural tailoring.
I like the breeze to kiss my face gently, to move my hair, and to fly my skirt; I like the breeze to sway the elegant long veil in front of the window dimly, especially when the spring veil flies along the bank of the willow. The dreams under the willow trees have spent a lot of time, awakening the poetic years, and the red, willow and green texts of countless literati and ink guests are rolling in.
The gentle breeze is the most emotional, and the streams of spring merge into the sea. In those passing times, only when the heart is revolving, can I deeply realize that only the wind can express the comfort of the soul. It turns out that only the wind can stir the ripples on the lake. It turns out that only the wind can blow the world of flowers and beauty. .
a breeze,Quiet and quiet, half-rolling the window screens, giving the half summer a little cool. Sip a cup of light tea , the breeze swaying Zen smoke buried some dryness, the wind can blow away the loneliness of the lotus, the wind can unlock the condensation of autumn, and the wind can melt an icy future.
Only the wind knows the refreshing, and only the wind and the moon can make people perceive the refreshing autumn leaves. The wind is rising from the clouds, and the dust is beyond vulgarity; the wind is moving with the green waves, and the Mo is in love. I would like to cut a piece of moonlight to light my heart and burn the trivial life into a painting of ink painting; I would like to embrace the breeze for half a lifetime, listen to the Sanskrit sound and the Zen music of .
In the red dust of mist and rain, the flowers are easy to bloom, fragile and fragile, beautiful and easy to fall. I wish to open the window of the years lightly, hug the park and be quiet, embrace a ray of breeze and share the jade moon, and say peace to each other, good! I would like to be with the breeze for a long time, although the baggage is limited, the itinerary has a period of time. You can also plant a longevity flower in the breeze of the setting sun, prop up the idle clouds of the years, water the thin soil of the heart, and slow down the clear flow of spring to fill the half-acre lotus pond with smiles and smiles. The Sansheng Garden is enough!
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