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- ** Description of the environment **
- The distant mountains were like black jade, and the morning fog was thick. The faint light passed through the layers of green leaves in front of him and scattered on the fluffy and soft soil, casting a halo. In the early morning, everything in the forest was revived.
- A strong wind suddenly blew and heavy rain poured. The curtains suddenly swelled like sails. Before he could close the window, bean-sized raindrops had already hit the glass window, making a dull ping ping sound, as if they were hammering his heart.
- The twilight was dim and the setting sun was lonely. Half of the sky was dyed blood-red, with a faint trace of orange light mixed in. It could be said that it was a myriad of multicolored lights, and blood dyed the sky.
- At night, the sky was slightly clear. The cold moon hung in the sky, and the cold wind blew, making a rustling sound.
- The sky was gradually breaking, and the pale blue sky was inlaid with a few broken stars. The ground was hazy, as if it was covered in a silver-gray veil.
- The noon sun was shining brightly, but the sky was a cold metallic white, like a knife cutting into the eyes. It was late autumn, and a bird flew to the top of the mountain. The black bird flew to the top of the mountain in the daytime. It was as if it had been scratched by a knife. It screamed and flew over the mountain.
- There was a thin layer of Mirage Aura Building on the roof tiles that looked like fish scales. It was like a thin veil that floated there.
- The wind dragged the heavy dark clouds, and the mixed trees behind the house occasionally let out sharp whistling sounds.
- The sky in July was clear even at dusk. The crisp blue was covered with burning clouds. The air entered his chest smoothly, and his breath carried the aftertaste of the sky.
- The cicadas chirped noisier that summer than any other year. The branches outside the classroom grew wildly, but they could not block the scorching sun.
- At this moment, the sun had yet to set, and the crescent moon had already emerged. The sky had removed its colorful makeup, leaving only a trace of red at the end of her eyes that had not been wiped away. The magnificent sunset glow was all faded, and her makeup was swollen and greasy. It was swallowed by the dark night, and the stars were like water.
- Here, the wind stopped at the mountains and the boat stopped at the shore. The land behind him stretched for more than 100 million hectares and the sea under his feet was more than three million square kilometers. To the south, at most, they just passed through the clouds and went around the ground. Everything here had a beginning and an end, but it could accommodate all unexpected encounters and long-awaited reunions. The world is splendid and grand. Welcome home.
- It was the harsh winter, the clouds were dense and the north wind was blowing, but it had already snowed heavily for a day.
- Before the sun set, the sky changed and it began to rain. The autumn rain was heavy and the weather was uncertain. And the darkness, coupled with the raindrops on the bamboo shoots, made him feel even more desolate.
- Clouds gather and clear, ice wheel suddenly surging; The wind swept away the residual red, and the fragrant steps were crowded.
- As the sun rose, the rays of light shone through the bedsheets and dyed the roof a pale golden color. The small courtyard was so quiet and life was so beautiful!
- The salty spring breeze blew over the warm beach and lazily lifted the curtains. Swallows slid under the curtain, their images reflected in the mirror from time to time.
- After the White River flowed downstream to Chenzhou and merged with the Yuan River, it became slightly turbid, with the meaning of spring water coming out of the mountain. If one were to go upstream, the thirty-five feet deep pool would be crystal clear. The deep pool was illuminated by the sun, and the small white stones and patterned agate stones at the bottom of the river could be seen clearly.
- He walked back and looked at the sunrise, where the darkness before dawn was fading.
- Not long after sunset, the western sky was still burning with an orange sunset glow.
- This was a burning world. Even Kuer Binhe was extremely thin. In the center of the riverbed, the gossamer like water was slowly moaning, hoping to extend its hopeless life.
- The distant eaves of the palace were shrouded in fog. The lone crow crowed a few times before returning to silence.
- Old walls filled with graffiti-covered, lamp posts pasted with small advertisements, Gu Miao snaking along the bluestone road, a small grocery store with only one window open by the roadside, people chatting under the shade of the trees, an old rattan chair placed by the wall, and a cat curled up on it to bask in the sun.
- When the moon was full, the pine trees all over the mountain seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silver frost. When the moon was thin, the stars were all over the top of the mountain.
- In the well-arranged waterside pavilion garden, there were hills covered with white walls and tiles all year round. Standing in the middle of it, it was as if one was in a fairyland of clouds. The morning fog filled the air, and the light of dawn was hazy. It matched its name--
- In front of him was a familiar alley. It was a very old-fashioned building. Even if the walls were refreshed every year, it could not hide the old and dilapidated patterns inside. The branches and leaves of the parasol trees on both sides of the road were squeezed together, and the enthusiastic chirping of cicadas enveloped the entire street along with the branches and leaves.
- The street lights behind them were on, shining on the muddy ground, cutting through the night and creating a beautiful halo. The two rows of street lamps extended to the horizon, like specks of starlight, scattered and melted into the night.
- As the temperature rose, June was getting closer. It had just rained heavily last night, and the air was clear. The spider plant outside the corridor drooped its branches and leaves, and the wind surged with the heat unique to summer.
- ** Emotional and philosophical descriptions **
- Trees want to be quiet, but the wind does not stop blowing; Children want to be raised, but parents do not wait.
- The mountains were high, and the worries of the Jianghu could not be described. What could not be cut off was the love and hatred in the heart.
- Life is a dream, white clouds and gray dogs. Wrong, wrong, right, right, kindness, resentment. In the end, the sun and moon are silent, and the water flows without a trace.
- Since you don't look back, why don't you forget? Since there was no fate, why did he need to swear? Today's events were as smooth as water. Tomorrow night, you are already a stranger.
- In the dust, dream of meeting, beauty smile, become a hero, bright moon tears, human dream, red dust clamor, in an instant empty, old friends snuggle up to Liu Meng, words choked, tears into the smoke wave tens of thousands of layers.
- Thinking of the beautiful woman, remembering a few layers, white hair in the morning, water flowing eastward, sleepless night, into the empty building, wine in the cup, alone worry, endless yearning, looking at the sky, why not swing the sword to cut off love and hatred?
- Love and humiliation are not shocked, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or going, but I look at the clouds in the sky.
- Look at the falling flowers flying away beside the water moon, how many vicissitudes of life in the world. Wandering alone, lost, looking back to think of the world's whirling, all have no landing; See all kinds of red and purple, past the eyes into ashes.
- What can I do on the Bridge of Helplessness? How many lives do I have to wait on the stone cliff of three lifetimes? I am deeply infatuated with you, and I will continue my love for you in the next life.
- If you bloom, the breeze will come.
- Waking up only to sit in front of the flowers, drunk also to sleep under the flowers; Half awake half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.
- The world of mortals with a sword is already crazy. With wine, you can walk up to the blue sky. Wandering stars play with the sun and moon, drunk lying in the clouds laughing at the world.
- A flowing paper fan, a pearl jade crown, a feather dress, etc.
- Flowers wither, flowers bloom, old friends swim, things are still people, flowers are still. Blame the falling flowers for being sentimental, how long will the entanglement end?
- When I wake up, I only wish to smile at the flowers. When I am drunk, I only wish to sleep with the flowers. From now on, I don't care about the affairs of the human world. I only want to be an immortal in the human world.
- A coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, a small boat, a ten-foot silk thread, an inch hook; A song singing a bottle of wine, a person fishing alone in a river autumn.
- Who will hold my hand and restrain my half-life madness? Who caresses my face and soothes my sorrow for half a lifetime? Who threw my heart away? melted half my life's frost. Who left me? I'm the only one left who's different. Who knows what I mean? I have no regrets in this life. Who will help me? Unparalleled for ten thousand years. who will cover my lips? I guess I've been wandering in my previous life. who will hold my bosom? I'll get rid of the frivolity of my past life. Who will hold my hand? and accompany me in my madness for a thousand lives. Who kissed my eyes? Accompany me for a thousand reincarnation.
- Love is like ink painting and blue and white flowers, why fear a moment of beauty.
- I wanted to get up and leave the world of mortals, but my shadow fell into the world.
- Give me 3,000 strokes to paint you.
- Fate has always been like water, rarely need to cry, why do all the feelings of life? Don't be sentimental, love hurts yourself.
- I don't know where my feelings come from. Once I go, my feelings will be deep. What can I do? Like a beautiful flower, I can't win in the end. Time flies like water.
- If they met again in this life, even if it was a hundred generations of glass, lost for a thousand years, they would still be willing!
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