There is a song called “Love of Lavender”. The beautiful picture, the melody, always can not help but close your eyes, intoxicated in the fantastic mood. The fairy tale of the princess and the prince, in the fragrance of lavender lingering in love, as if also telling of all the world for thousands of years, lover’s eternal romantic engagement. On the second day, we all got up very early because of today’s itinerary.
Qian, who is wiping away the dust and the snow on the temples. In front of the purple gate, there is a constant ambition. The shadow on the back wall hangs late in the month, and the cold light is blinking at the dawn window. At present, we look at tears and tears. Kang Youshan’s self deprecating Poems
Today, there are flowers and applause for my holiday. As a teacher, I am conscientious and diligent, diligent and diligent. First of all, I am a strict requirement of each student’s teacher, I will be responsible for each student, each student is responsible for their own. Second, I am a teacher who has compassion, emotion and ability to give students dreams and hopes. I
Green skin three volts. The shadows of the trees were mottled and the sun was shining fleshy and the dark patches were pale green. If you look closely, if you don’t leave two crooked eyebrows, or if you don’t walk around with those two black beads under your eyebrows, you probably think you’re facing a good watermelon. The master hummed a small tune, three times and five times, and cooked another round of work on the boiled melon skin.
Every autumn has its own joy, melon, fruit and rice smell is the most primitive satisfaction of people, they are more busy in this joy, busy with harvest, processing, wholesale money, busy in the green and golden fields happy dance, as if a painting, without any dye of natural painting. Joy from nature always calls people drunk and addicted, so many young people
Shallow autumn, cool. Alone in the terrace, watching a fallen leaf render the autumn scenery; life is like a dream, watching a season of defoliation vicissitudes. Autumn wind, opened a lot of dust-laden memories, those collected words, like a quiet dream for too long, in the autumn cicada whisper, quietly awakened. A touch of ink incense, in accordance with the autumn wind, will be written into a lush appearance of mind; that cup of poetry full of autumn, like the wind and rain of the year,
Fuqing cakes Xiangwen/Danshuiquanfu cakes are also called light cakes. In Fuzhou, no one knows that Fuqing cakes are related to Qi Jiguang’s anti-Japanese activities. There are also special introductions in Ci Hai. In Shi Hongbao’s Min Zaji, it is recorded that “Guangcai” was prepared for the marching food in the Pingyuan period of Qi Nantang (Nantang named Qi Jiguang). Later generations were named after their names. Everywhere in Fujian Province, there are all kinds of money.
Wen fat man died, died of leukemia, I was surprised to hear this news, because the distance and he separated from the scene of three or four years, calculate the age he would be about 20, a person of spirit, how to say no where. Wen Fatso was a small companion when I was a child in the army. I was about five years old, white and fat, clean and spiritual. Tall, tall.
The apple is ripe, but whenever it is mentioned, the first thought is Newton, the second look at his left and right kidneys. Newton’s gravitation and Jobs’s Phone are really famous all over the world. And the apple I want to talk about today has nothing to do with the two people who have met with God. I want to simply talk about local accents and talk about local feelings. Luochuan, located on the Loess Plateau, has a clear climate in four seasons.
Hello, teacher! Every time I think of you, I can’t help thinking that your utilitarian pen has solved all the problems we have met. Although not your student for many years, but in our hearts, you are still the world’s most diligent green gardener, day after day, year after year to care for Manyuan peach and plum. That little three foot platform, you said, you want to stand there!
Marriage is the promise of lifelong love, the last good ending of love. But it is different from love, because it is the harvest of love, and everyone’s life is the most expected choice, is a lifetime of expectations. Therefore, we must be cautious. It is everyone’s expectation and the promise of everyone to carry out the marriage in the end. Defending marriage is not entirely the intention of both sides of the marriage, because it
Time passes, can not keep up with the pace of time, often by its relentless pull, pull, look back on the moment it is early morning, the shadow of yesterday’s morning and night has not lingered in my mind, the rest of the morning is now dark and silent. You’re losing yourself day after day, and you don’t know what’s left or what’s left. You only know that the new day is at a loss.
When the thirty-fourth teachers’ Day is coming, various towns and villages have been preparing teachers’ Day activities. Walking on the road, flowers can be seen everywhere, these are new additions today. A strong flower touched the nose when the breeze swept away. Most of the flower sellers are local Uygurs. When you come near, they will speak Chinese to you in less standard Mandarin. Although they can’t understand it sometimes, they always hold it in their hands.
Autumn Red Leaf Valley Maple Leaf Hongliang Weishan is very fond of Linfengguan Mountain Red Leaf Valley all over the mountain red Maple Leaf feeling, Linfenghongye is well-known at home and abroad, known as the hometown of Jiangbei Red Leaf scenery. The Red Leaf Valley of Guanhu Mountain is under a clear blue sky. It is satisfactorily illuminated by the pleasant sunshine. It is colorful and transparent. It is red all over the mountains and fields. Wandering on the colorful mountain path of Guanshan Mountain, natural and flat
Always like Bai Mei Mei’s sentence, all the world meets, is a long time to meet again. In the vast sea of people, who let us gather here to enjoy the August Spring Festival? It is a fate to meet each other in light and shallow days. If the fate is a small flower in the dust, then the meeting is the crystal dew of the flower. Because of her fragrance, this place is far apart.
Sitting under the fluorescent light, the curtain of the beam of light illuminates a clear image of my eyes. An old man, fast eighty years old, walks like a fly, looks like a torch, cranes have childish features, looks like a flying, with a diffuse but not old mentality, poet Yang Kaimo old gentleman fairyland moral integrity, travels the world of ancient poetry in the New Capital, free and easy, laughter. Let’s go. To know him, I must say that I am familiar with it.
“If the clouds have life” “If life is destined to be a lonely journey, who will be the ferry of your soul.” Introductions everyone has life, but not everyone can use life. Millions of millions of people are different. But one thing is that people are dying for life. Knowing that prosperity is falling, everything will be in nothingness. They still resolutely and decisively chose to run towards the life.
In the middle of the night, a man was lying in bed, silent and lonely, crawling into my heart like a reptile, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Gently get up, put on earphones, listen to music, open books… Once saw such a sentence: there is a kind of mood called helplessness, there is a kind of beauty called loneliness. For those who cannot bear loneliness, loneliness is horrible and frightening. And to
In the autumn, the wild geese were sent to worry about their sails. Remnant lotus weep hollow lotus root, Mei Ling fragrance permeate sleeve sleeve wind. Light piano courts, thousands of layers of snow, crazy calligraphy and painting hall boundless rain. Waning moon, Hanting, sunset, and Xiaofeng. Other houses are deeper and chilly.
Everyday work is boring and boring, but the days are flying away. At noon one day, Lin Xiang squinted on the office chair for a few minutes before going to work. The phone rang. It was a strange number. It was hung up and hit, so it had to be answered. Calling himself to be the superior inspector department, let Lin Xiang not go out in the afternoon and wait for them to ask questions. Liar! Lin Xiang’s instinctive reaction is that the normal procedure should be the supervision of the unit.