That rain, that gust of wind
Author: Dot Line Surface Picture: The distance of Baiyuan
Xiaoxiao night, that rain, that gust of wind.
Autumn is lingering, drizzle is drizzling, and there are sporadic and sparse smells in the slanting wind, coupled with a dull air, constantly sucking the crystal dew in the morning. The sky has darkened, the clouds have dispersed, and the pine-curtained sky reveals some pale yellow light, leaving the endless vastness hanging on the edge of the western sky. The white surface of the first-class green waves is hazy in the distance and clear near, with a vague drizzle.
I am happy and happy, silently praying to the moon that the flowers will bloom early and spread the fragrance to the world. The gloom of the rain forest and the rising tide of clear light, among thousands of acres of baskets and thousands of purple stems, one can feel the natural flow and look for the deep dreamland.
The rain made the lingering poems flow back and forth, and the gust of wind passed through the gaps between the clouds and rocks, bringing with it a new yellow halo and a quiet mist.
A scroll of notes, with ups and downs of emotions, is written in the pool of ink , a circle of memories and autumn thoughts, slowly condensed into the essence of noble and deep emotions, traveling all over the world.
That rain, that gust of wind.
Blowing through the densely embroidered mountain forest, the gentle and loving smoke seals are scattered, and the fragrant and beautiful heat rises. It was refreshing and wet in the rain, cooling my heart. The tender moonlight has been gently leaning down from the clouds for many years, traversing all thoughts. An eyelash dyed with autumn gently combed the rain and the wind, and slowly turned around, leaving behind her back in the dusk.
The swaying lilies , the clear sunset. Yueguang's face was full of melancholy and disappointment to Qianying. The inkstone embodies the great compassion of the deep mountains and forests, a touch of comfort in the heart, and writes the story of the years in the depths of the vast forest.
An old window lattice trembled slightly in the quiet night as the wind and clouds surged across the sky. It breathed out the depression that had been dormant for many years and drank in the fragrance of flowers and plants crescent moon . Just in an instant, blue night dreams bloomed, hanging on the branches of Begonia flowers .
is indescribably charming, going to the Luoyang Hidden Mountain in the west and flowing streams in the north. A beam of faint moonlight quietly climbed onto the pillow, and a line of cold tears soaked the silence under the moonlight, and was buried in darkness.
Qiu Si lives in my heart like this every day, brewing endless bitterness and blocking the flow of my pulse. Life is just a sorrow, and autumn thoughts are sadness under the moonlight. When the moon is gone, people look forward to spring. Whose house are they thinking about in autumn?
In the long night, the cold silver tip plowed out a thousand strands of desolation in the silver groove between the eyebrows, gently caressing the cheek. A display of graceful perfection dispersed the somewhat cold clouds and drenched the faint moonlight.
The rain is still falling gently, the wind is still blowing softly, happiness is the thought in your heart, growing from your heart...
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