Artemisia

The search for a perfect end to the search for a thousand years of dreams, in the late autumn, to find that the myth about love. 
Today, with your company, which has become the distant romantic, right? With your company, the dream will not be full? 
When I test the thoughts of your touch, you look in the eyes of my confusion. Wind, with a smile, a touch of that at this time, you leaned in next to my heart. 
Feelings of desertification, it needs shade, in the depths of the desert, I use half of your heart and heating, while the other half has already set off, looking to find a love you. 

Hui remnant of the evening, so put a simple line of sight. 
My line of poetry, or depression, or a warm figure, which had been hastily. You know, it is not based on my feelings, many have had only my imagination that I frequently appear in the poetry of years, has only a false image, but in my solitude, and feel themselves Loneliness is not a means. Xu Yan’s heart, I have been waiting, waiting for you to have a really, my Shouzhua in your hands, the tightly. 
So desire, from a season gone through another season. 
Some cold water, and even some slightly sad reflection of all. I am in the eye of the vicissitudes of life, injury is a tragedy of the fall pregnant. Occasionally jump thoughts and let the water float to the surface trace of the dead ripple, to push away yesterday. 
Late in the evening, I like it in the text, hovering. 
You are a shining eyes, to walk in my line of sight. , Yes, do not close their eyes, I see you, my heart is watching. Percussion keyboard hand at this point in time, you feel at this moment in time, the pleasure is in the beating. 
The coldest month, such as hooks, fishing love light. 
If the thoughts of Artemisia, in the autumn wind raging lingering at night. Murmur of a gust of wind from the window Zhicuan into my room, the night will play up the more far-reaching means. 
Late autumn, and I would like to accompany you!study in china learn mandarin Chinese Language

sequence

In the fall on the go, lonely sigh Cantabile. 
There are a fallen leaf, to listen to. Qiuchong listen to the growing weaker Ni-nan, listen to the roar of the wild west wind, just want it to be a casual listener. It knows that reality and the distance between the desire; know it, after all, the fall is further and further away from the … … 
To reach out and let us Ten led with, let’s touch each other in the cold, defeated, so that from the bottom of my heart warm to the fingertips. I like that some of the leaves, not to take their own future. 
Walking the fall of the tail, I have to do things on molle. In the lone, I met you. 
The wind in the trees swaying, like a naughty child. At this moment, you feel the sound, thoughts are jumping out of my mind to go look for you. 
You say, I am your all, are forever. And you just feel I do? Can not touch you, you know, I am not so quiet heart, I will always be thinking. 
You and your dependent, in late autumn this. 

In the fall, the leaves all over the floor, feeling miserable sorrow always linger, not romantic. 
Yes, there is no romantic! 
“Dong wine in the evening, there is surplus Anxiang sleeves, to MO is not ecstasy, west curtain volume, than the thin yellow.” Nameless like to miss the first Aiwan, like the phrase “people than the thin yellow” famous through the ages. In its own interpretation of the imagination, “Indus rain and even take up to the evening, bit by bit, to sequence, how a Zile De worry?” In the imagination of sorrow, only the interpretation of their own romantic. Overseas Shipping Containers Used Cargo Container Ocean Freight Container Container Ocean Freight Rate

One year

    Time in the afternoon, the father in the yard to teach our understanding of medicinal plants, herbs are familiar with each of the origin, shape and pharmacological effects. I hope that we can learn from the father of medicine, doctors can do in the future.

   However, we do not like a few, though not mind that, in order not disappointed father, his father taught serious, or very hard. But later, older sister and I really learned the doctors, nurses made a sister, although I have a medical school, eventually diverted to other duties, does not meet the wishes of his father. Here, I live all day long and happy life, enjoy nature, plants, green, brought about by the warm sunshine.

   One year, my father is sick, usually looked at the health of his father seriously ill suddenly, we are very worried. In the years to come, the father often the disease, we often fear, I will not see him on the scared to death, looking around. How I wish his father as they used to live in a healthy manner ah! The courtyard of his father’s no longer care, the growing depression, the mother has been taken into account by the often find a remedy, they quickly tried to let his father, in the end, his father was gone, I cry Tianhundian, I know that in the future Days, you can not see a father figure. 
In the absence of his father’s day, we finished on a number of brothers and sisters, participated in the work of a mother who lives in the empty courtyard, the old guard, watch over the green house, waiting for a distant thoughts as the mother … … Like his father before, carefully operates in the yard of all, old and slowly growing old together. Finally one day, we have to convince the mother moved into town, a large old houses have been locked in a heavy lock, lock my happy childhood days, the father locked the warm love. 
Now, back to old, all have good memories no longer exists, only the memory space, or a warm green!study in china learn mandarin Chinese Language

落葉旋轉的舞姿

看著落葉旋轉的舞姿，才知時光的韻腳已和在九月的足音裡。遂將默默的希望寄予收穫的金秋。 
　　 
心情是這樣暖暖得橘黃，像這滿園的九月菊，怯怯盈盈，淡雅清香，迷醉微醺。 
　　 
你在上一個菊香的季節，牽過我的手，看過舒卷自如的閒雲之趣，沐過溫潤纏綿的月光之浴，從此，心睡在如玉的銀盤裡，懷擁一個銀河架橋的夢想，再無需索。 
　　 
於是，我開始蘸著虹的彩墨，在銀月鋪下的素籤上，畫出如煙似霧的輕愁，十指翻飛，從指間流出的款款情愫，幸福憂傷，流淌成曲，瑟瑟和鳴，吟過的詩，寫過的文，醉過的心，瀰漫你的味道，獨成我一曲，除非你，無人能聽懂。 
　　 
你在月下靜神聆聽，卻無點滴批註，平靜的心湖掩藏著滾滾波濤。我眼裡湧動成河，唯是為你。我仍是這樣敏感不能自抑的女子，時時惆悵在繁盛的月夜。卻讓心海慢慢沉靜於各自的湧動，終不去驚擾彼岸的美麗。 
　　 
綠意褪盡，花落殘紅，我仍披一身的陽光撲入這秋。那些匍匐在心底的痛惜，也成了期待的一組樂音，悠揚在清秋的這抹鵝黃里，為這蒼涼的的季節，點綴些悸動的生機，緩沖一下疾走入寒冬的步履。我心仍是暖暖滿滿。因為，我知你回來過，在這悠揚裡迷醉過，徜徉過。你在我月夜下的窗外，久久地凝視，深深的流連，抖落下你一身溫暖的氣息。即使再擦不到肩，牽不到手，我卻留在了你永久的夢裡。 
　　 
一如昨夜，那略帶羞澀的弦月，裝飾了你一夜美麗的夢境。 
　　 
脈脈無語的的思戀，是我給你的別樣的風情。那些最美的過往，最好的時光，只需記住，掩在心底，在心底開出一朵小花，美麗芬芳，時時嗅聞，默默沉醉，就會芬芳的一生的時光。 
　　 
今夜，弦月漸滿，不再隔窗張望，你的眼神也如這溫柔的月光一樣，暖暖的沐浴我。只待你塗抹這一筆暖色，只待你銜接這一季輪迴。 
　　 
月在柳梢頭，人在闌珊處，皆可遇不可求..........

秋風含情

秋風含情
　　 
從南方走來
　　 
用落葉
　　 
能否訴說
　　 
我心中酸楚的期待
　　 
　　 
　　 
我的思想
　　 
駕御南去的雁翼
　　 
帶著淳樸的鄉民風俗
　　 
和紅豆的情感
　　 
甜潤你的咽喉和笑眼
　　 
　　 
　　 
空間的變奏器
　　 
響聲振顫華夏大地的樹梢
　　 
這振顫聲裡
　　 
有呼喚也有回應
　　 
唯一缺少的就是香醇的眼光
　　 
　　 
　　 
我把這種期待
　　 
遙寄白天的雲朵
　　 
雲朵用小雨向我訴說
　　 
我又向夜晚的星星陳述
　　 
星星眨動醉人的眼波
　　 
　　 
　　 
無奈的情況下
　　 
我把心情寫進詩稿的小窩
　　 
讓時間沃野
　　 
等待明年春季
　　 
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春天如天使

春天如天使 騎著如雲的白馬，姍姍而來 穿著綠色外衣，  戴著白色的冠冕 春雷也為它伴湊 春風也來送行   春天又如鐘 藉著兩隻長短腳，彳亍而來 光著雙腳 披上雨衣 無數個箭頭為它開路 小草都想替洗塵   春天是一種習慣 三百六十五天又出現在人們的心中 告訴人們享受溫暖 提醒人類沐浴和風 幫助大地恢復溫情 復甦萬物，恢復萬物

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Pray

He explained that it was passed, all these years due to severe ecological damage, increasing degradation of the grassland, good rainfall over the past few years, the grassland was very gratifying. She also did not say what, but she could not travel shoes of the tap at the foot of the stone. They walked all the way, when reached on a hill, she said, give me your camera. He used her camera to her camera, standing, sitting … … When she saw the camera’s own screen, jumped pleased. Haopiaoliangya. I do not know their own good, or the beautiful grassland. She’s suddenly a lot of heart. In the original photograph of the grassland is to see it. As you come out really good and beautiful. He’s glad to see her like his heart is happy again. Xianggehaizai they like, in the grasslands Feng Pao, everywhere, steppes, flashing her white shadow, like a white wizard. They listen to the sound of the wind on the ground in the V, listen to the horseshoe on the side from the Mercedes-Benz and had the voice, smell the smell of grassland Cao Xiang, Hong manure for a look at the grassland at the end of the clouds and fell across the hills. Obo left them three times around the enclosure to third from right, as an auspicious relatives to pray, pray for peace for themselves.......

grasslands

Saibei of September, days, a little cold. Early in the morning, Hui Xi Lamu grasslands of the fine mist of the sky, green grass in the yellow line is open on the sparkling, Wang Budao side, saw the horses in the distance around the hill, a few sheep in front of the Zhanfang Pazhao, the air was filled with the smell of grass. There are 32 flit silently swallow Dai Dai-color color of the sky. 
They rely on a Zhanfang sitting in front of the car Lele, the dawn of the dawn reflected their close figure. Grassland quiet. The world was silent as though nothing will not happen. But they know that before long, they expect the images will appear. 
She is the headquarters of his Wen. She is the view of the grassland, because he read the book from Hebei to the thousands of miles away, when she handlebar from the airport to pick her with a new body of a white new travel service is very bright, she said, I am ready. She insisted on directly to the grasslands. That’s really the prairie, only to see the grass did not have shoes, she loudly said, this is not a prairie, you lied to me. He said that grassland is the case. She said that you do not say “grass wind and low cattle and sheep, see” it......

coverage season

Yang was in the summer shade tree coverage season, I will sometimes take on a book came to ditch the locust woods, to enjoy that cool. There are cicadas sing in the trees, there are ants on the ground in the busy, beautiful tree-lin’s like a fairy-tale world. In the fall, the green tree leaves gradually become golden yellow, with the autumn wind falling down, a Saman, the mother told me to go home when the clean burning firewood. And every year when the roar swept through the north, the ocean near a bare tree on the dry branches of a tree branch Zhicha, standing alone in the wilderness has stood the test of cold weather. 
Decades of time flash, which is said to ditch the ocean have been cut down the tree. I am still on the tree home, Qingyouduzhong Huaihua, in particular, the aroma that Huaihua has also been echoed in my dream, because it is beautiful, simple, after all, have Sophorae decorate my naive childhood Like a Dream and the juvenile, for all my life left a lingering warm memories......