What are the beautiful and deep sketches?

1, where the dust is foggy and rainy, the wind is clear and the rain is light.

I like to walk lightly on the flagstone road with drizzle at dusk, leaving my thoughts wandering, just like the colorful and graceful Ziwei flowers on the roadside, graceful and smiling, and the drizzle contains Wei Zihua's dream.

Walking quietly, thinking aimlessly. In the early autumn dusk, cicada-like mist curled up and drifted away, like a curtain of dreams, shuttling between the eyebrows in the treetops, misty and rainy. Suddenly, the breeze rises, and Ziwei flowers are colorful, purple, red, white, pink, clusters ... clusters ... in the autumn whisper. ......

2, a sigh of red dust, half-life acacia.

Where does the flute go? Warm words touch your heart. In the dead of night, autumn waters are rippling.

At dusk, Chaoyang smiled faintly, and Chun Mei smiled back. The wind blows the moon cold, and the past cannot be traced.

All intercession is the most hurtful. How many people in the world can be detached? Maybe it's just a look, a back, a paragraph, a song ... that's easy to ripple in my heart.

The most helpless thing in life is that you can't love when you can, and you can't love when you know you love. The gears of the years keep rolling forward, and those beautiful, sad, happy and painful only leave traces in memories. Open the palm is now, close the palm is the past, and the future is a mystery. Practice in a flower, wandering in a heart. ......

3, such as haggard, speechless all day

On New Year's Eve, at the parting station, I just want to hug you tightly, so I don't want to let you go. A whistle of "B30" came and cut the already fragile heart. Waving my hand and watching you get on the bus, I shouted, "honey, there is one ahead, home, send a safe message."

When the wheel turns far away, I don't want to leave, and the familiar back gradually disappears from sight. After all, the tears I endured crossed my cheeks, cool and moist. I turned my back, took a long drag on my cigarette, and my steps were out of order. The thoughts of these fifteen days are only black and white, and I am self-locking!

After the reunion dinner, I wandered around the Tianhe Flower Market alone and wrote, "Suddenly, the silver light came on, but I still didn't care and worried." The thin blanket was shocked. Have you seen the plum market? I remember it's another spring, and frost will appear in the air. Dazzled, last year's face, entertaining myself for the first time. " ......

4, acacia world of mortals, love without trace

At midnight, the house is full of flowers, invading the heart and my thoughts are flying. Flowers bloom in one season and fall all over the floor. Whose flower season has whose eye, who left an indelible footprint in whose most beautiful time? Maybe all this will be an unknown return date in the end. In the years between fingers, memories are like this. The dream of the world of mortals is broken, and flowers bloom and fall, all of which are empty. Music is a fleeting time, but there are 3 thousand weak waters. A red bean is hard to send acacia bitterness, and leaning against the fence window, a piece of paper is hard to comfort the ups and downs of this life!

It seems that someone said: Memory is a bridge, but it is a prison leading to sadness. This is the saddest sentence I have ever heard. Whose fingers have slipped for thousands of years, and who is asking again and again? Have you ever forgotten? I'm waiting for you to drain all my sadness, but there is a sadness in your eyes that I don't understand. When I dream in the middle of the night, whenever I recall the past, I will always cry for the time I can't go back in my life and the time I will never reappear. Tonight, my thoughts fly to your side again.

The past is like smoke, fleeting, but there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan's eyes, and countless faces are read in his eyes. There are always some people and things in the depths of memory, a knowing look, a brush stop, a kind advice, a warm-hearted exchange, shining in the misty rain and red dust, adding color to you. ......

5, flying flowers in the snowy moon, painting in the fleeting time.

The snowy moon always makes the winter heart poetic and warm, and also gives birth to the feelings of flying flowers. A heart, like snowflake, is light and soft. My mind seems to have a pair of white wings, carrying snowflakes flying all over the sky, flying over Qian Shan, and returning to the place that haunts me.

The day before yesterday, you said that it snowed for the first time since winter in your city, which was rarely later than mine. Snow always makes people with love in the distance deeply miss it, and always makes the scenery in the eyes of strangers full of tenderness and emotion. Imagine that you are extremely happy to welcome the late snow fairy into the heart of winter, and also bring a miss for the snow rhyme and plum fragrance into your feelings.

Imagine that you are waiting for the wind in a world of pure silver. Think more, hold your hand and walk together under the white feather of a magnificent day. The mind and footsteps determined in those days have always accompanied you to the depths of Lin Xue. ...