Goodbye, Haiyan-the place where dreams begin.

Daughter Love (Official Edition) -QQ Music

I have crossed bridges in many places and seen clouds many times.

I only love a town in its heyday.

I didn't fall in love with sea salt at first sight.

It's just that spring has come and winter has come, and I'm finally moved by its gentleness and quietness.

Unfortunately, there is no chance to stay here in the future.

I was in a hurry and didn't say hello to many friends.

I left here and came to this place farther south than the south.

Buddha said: Life has eight sufferings-life, old age, illness and death.

Love to leave, resentment for a long time, I can't let go.

However, something must be done to deepen this friendship.

In this way, I bid farewell to Haiyan,

In this way, I bid farewell to my dear friends …

Goodbye, one room and one flower.

Choose a city to die,

Meet a man with white hair.

Goodbye, Wenchang West Road.

Stole it for a long time,

Look at the mountains and rivers and the sun.

Goodbye, Baiyang River.

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish play in the lotus leaves, and fish play in the lotus leaves.

Fish play with lotus leaves,

Fish play lotus leaf south,

Fish play lotus leaf north.

Apricot, red shirt, green Hosta,

Lianhuachi compound is next to the south of the city.

Businessmen should teach singing and dancing when they get married.

I prefer the title of the song "A Que of Salt".

Goodbye, Didi Pavilion.

This pavilion once entered a dream of red mansions,

There is no need to shoot butterfly Baochai.

Old trees and vines remain the same,

It's hard to find another beautiful figure.

Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.

Goodbye, Children's Palace.

Cao Fang remembers winning every year, but Jiangshan still sings.

Think in the drums.

Whose is Yingge in March? One day, the wind went upstairs alone.

There is spring sorrow in the sunset.

Goodbye, Sheyuan.

Have I ever read a book,

You can't say anything to anyone.

Goodbye, Zhang Yuanji Library.

Hundreds of years old house is nothing more than doing good.

The first good thing is reading.

Goodbye, old place.

Idle people do not seek fame.

Want to live in the mountains all my life

Don't be too haggard and have no confidant.

Don't be like a brother.

Bite the root of a vegetable and you can do anything.

Goodbye, Utopia Book.

The flowing water slope in front of Xinghua village

After Xinghua village is Nong's family.

Zouma village around sunset

Lang is expected to come to see apricot flowers.

Goodbye, Feng Zhai.

Looking up at the sky and looking down at people is a kind of enjoyment.

Parents and brothers are happy;

It is three pleasures to gather talents from all over the world and cultivate them.

Goodbye, Yangjianong.

The urchin in the alley is still here today, and the flowers and trees in the yard of the small room,

Who is it, Yu Hua;

A century-old house crows like a golden rooster, and a wonderful pen is a little spring and autumn.

Don't hesitate to use paper and ink for students.

Goodbye, Nanbei Lake.

Look at this beautiful lake. It's better than calligraphy.

Recall that there are some things in the poems of our ancestors. Originally said to be a small Hangzhou.

Clouds come out of holes unintentionally, and birds don't know when to fly.

Goodbye, spoon garden.

Yuanyang lake grass sticks to the sky, and it is easy to set the boat in the second spring.

Willow leaves rain in thousands of feet, peach blossoms with a wisp of smoke.

Goodbye, Jinghai Gate.

When it rains, there are mountains everywhere.

Brother Qian Qiu Jie is clean and dusty.

Goodbye, Gampu City Wall.

Travel around famous mountains, famous seas and small West Lake,

Interview with Old Ginkgo biloba in Gu Lou, Shui Gu.

Goodbye, South Street.

Under the cross gate, you can stay up late.

Secretion of the ocean, you can enjoy hunger.

Goodbye, little insect.

Insects sing in winter and suffer from autumn,

People who don't understand and worry are also worried.

Goodbye, Ginkgo biloba in Yuan Dynasty.

There are ginkgo biloba in front of Shi Tian Cave, listing Qingcheng 108 scenery.

Exquisite than Baiyun Stream, green full of solitary cranes.

Goodbye, Parthenocissus.

Roots stick to high walls, and buds sprout. When the wind blows, leaves cover Lv Yun.

Don't condescend to climb in front of others, climb in good faith.

Goodbye, Yong 'an Lake.

Sha Ou drunk, far village pomegranate skirt white horse light.

I'm going to ask Shao Hua to rest and put it down, including keeping the flowers bright and clean.

Goodbye, Qinshan Nuclear Power.

The first emperor inherited heaven, the more destiny.

Qigong Taigu, Shen Dao Money King.

Goodbye, Youming Tan.

Plain porcelain spreads out the silent night,

Green tea rewards bosom friends.

Goodbye, Guan Hai Garden.

Who can make up for the shortage of land in the Millennium? The tide has reached the edge of madness.

The picture shows the great defense of geographical location, and how sincere it is to move the sky.

Goodbye, Zen Temple.

Zen bells rang in Haicheng, and the purple smoke was hazy.

Dream back to the foot of the high pillow lake, not the sound of the maple bridge at night.

Goodbye, Botanical Garden.

Graceful new makeup, jade and luster,

Thousands of teams in Su E were surrounded by heavy snow.

Goodbye, Qin Wenqiao.

Huapojing at the east foot and Xuedou Spring at the west cliff.

After the initial baking, I heard the roasting sound of the bamboo stove.

Goodbye, reed.

Sunlight and flat beaches fall at the source of the river,

The bank of the fishing boat pavilion at ebb tide is inclined.

Bai Niao, a pair of waterside stands,

See people start to walk into the reed flowers.

Goodbye, quarry.

My family lives on the edge of Fengshan, so don't be afraid of the emperor.

The two brothers were useless, but they dug up three pieces of yellow mud (stones)

Making brass cymbals.

Goodbye, Changshan River.

Similar to the ocean tower,

You can't tell salt from snow when cooking.

Huapo well at the east foot,

Xia Xue Dou Quan.

After the initial baking,

I've heard of bamboo stove frying.

Goodbye, Shen Dang Lao Jie.

There are banks in the east city and sauce gardens at both ends.

There are two things, and there are 36 meters.

This lake is connected with the East China Sea of China.

Because of the good wind, the ship entered the salt pond.

The magpie-tailed snipe has a big belly.

If you want to pack white rice, don't empty it.

Wild ducks live on both sides of the river, and the bridge is silent, and chickens crow.

At dusk, the autumn wind is cold, and a wisp of Xia Hong is drifting away.

Goodbye, Shen Dang brewing.

Snow pressure clouds can't freeze,

Every family cooks glutinous rice and makes candied fruit.

Honey is sweet, moist, fragrant and warm.

New year wine reception desk.

Goodbye, Qiyuan.

Beautiful hidden spring stone,

This garden is unique among lakes and mountains.

Goodbye, snow in the south.

It's getting colder and colder elsewhere,

It may snow in the future.

Goodbye, cross-sea bridge.

Don't forget your innovative spirit,

Keep moving.

Goodbye, wonderland.

Green hills are foggy,

Forget heaven and earth as if you can't remember yourself,

But I still can't forget you.

Two nights ago, Pearl Krabs called me and finally said: "

I know you are that kind of person, even if you miss us very much, you won't call me, so I called you ... "

Along the way in recent years, I am especially grateful to the leaders, directors and colleagues of Qinshan Nuclear Power Base for their joint efforts.

Special thanks to the teachers and friends of the Korean powder recitation group of Zhang Yuanji Library;

Special thanks to me and the authors of Jiaxing Daily Qiyuan Supplement;

Special thanks to Tan Zhu and all his friends who have a reading club of Ming Tan Shu;

Special thanks to the teachers of FM 106 radio station;

Special thanks to the island owners and their families of the Old Utopia Book Bar.

Special thanks: Qinshan nuclear power, nuclear power tide, Jiangnan weekend, French and Italian poetry, Ziyun tea garden, English corner, seaweed poetry club …

I feel that I have stepped out of the depressed, cold and closed trough and become a broader and softer self.

So, thank you for appearing in my life in different forms and ways.

Thanks for photography support: Miss Pearl Krabs, Mo Ran, A Yuan, Qiu Feng, Dust-free Sword, FQ, Mr. T, etc.

Poetry reference: Haiyan Folk Custom by Xiling Publishing House, partly from the Internet;

Due to the limited time, most historical sites of sea salt,

Cultural landscape is not included.

Gathering is a fire, scattering is a starry sky,

We are destined to meet again.

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