The topic of the composition about Tanabata should be ancient style.

When I woke up, I only had a long dream. one

Field, a dream about past lives.

Listen to a guzheng with a smile. Today is Tanabata. Yue Bai,

Look at all the suffering that ended today. A hand that can fly needles and threads

Weaving time flies, but the slender needle is a point in memory.

Drop by drop of pain, inch by inch to dig out the desolation behind the prosperity.

Rao is an unfinished game, so tangled, spelling out a string such as

The history of elegy.

Carved wood window lattice, the sky is already the sunset melting gold, and the clouds are gradually closing.

Color, the shyness that blooms in the lotus pond, is a lack of language in the boudoir.

Female, I want to refuse and welcome.

Hair slips, a gust of wind brings the fragrance of the garden. that

He who sees through the world of mortals is often the most sad because of him.

Children only have the right to recall the past. It's mixed here

Every dust, a "cherish the present", can fall in love with children.

Win a full house in the long examination room. However, what if you keep your promise?

Is it simple? How many people have participated in this kind of imperial examination since ancient times?

Won the first prize 3? When I really woke up, there was nothing I could do.

Jesus Christ.

I know my face is expressionless at the moment, but my eyes are oozing.

Smile. Be with the person you love, even a poor cup of tea.

Rice, also willingly. Smile at each other and shake hands again.

Than let go.

The butterfly lingered and landed carefully in the open space.

There is no unexpected light on the page. The wind is blowing again.

, alarmed the butterfly, down and out.

When all is silent, it is night. The breeze and the waning moon danced.

And quiet, exclusive to the night, elegant and quiet. Qingwabai

Wall, no longer as ferocious as during the day, so full of suffocation and

Plunder, but gradually, gradually, in the thin moon and wind.

In the delicate caress, bit by bit, it becomes soft.

When I came to the lantern market, what I touched was a dazzling red.

It seems that everyone likes to hide in this slightly bloodthirsty face.

Color, disguise yourself.

Now I know how lonely and hypocritical fireworks are.

West! So beautiful, so beautiful on a cold night.

It blooms in the curtain, but when people's cheers are still ringing

, almost went up in smoke. Such as sympathy, people chase, but there is no.

Just a knot that can't be untied, a knot that can't be opened.

Bureau.

"Don't let go." I smiled, my hands were heavy.

I have a few minutes.

When we reached the river, we heard a man singing softly.

The glittering and translucent starlight fell on the river and filled his eyes.

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

One side

Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back and get involved.

The center of water.

It's been a long time, and I haven't got up in a thousand years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

May.

Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back and get involved.

In the water.

Jia Cai, the Millennium has not been achieved, the so-called Iraqis, in the water.

Yes

Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back and get involved.

In the water.

The so-called Iraqis ...

I looked up nervously, full of panic. Only to find it

Someone has been holding my hand, right behind me. His eyes

The room is also full of starlight.

I tilted my head slightly, looked at him and said together:

Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there.

The lights are dim.

I saw the light on his face. ...