Ask for a composition of 10 or so 1000 words and name it casually.

Walking alone, singing alone, listening to music alone, going to the park alone, walking alone in the rain, getting used to loneliness, one-way street, if you are the one.

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In the ambiguous drizzle, pedestrians' eyes are blurred, two people walk warmly, one-way street is lonely, two people's festivals, one person's city, how many people's hearts are smiling and how many people's hearts are sad.

Years ripple, the bridge breaks away, and the years disperse. Who remembers who, who forgets who? Clothes are fluttering, time flies, and flowers are heartbroken. Who were we and who are we now?

Red dust and misty rain, lingering thoughts and indifferent thoughts, playing the flute every night on the night of parting. The misty rain and the world of mortals, the vast sea of people, the lovers who broke up, played and sang every day in the days when they missed each other.

The days of two people are long, and one person will not be used to it, and always feel that something is missing. Perhaps, it is lonely tears. One person's life is very long, and two people will not be used to it. They always think there's more. Perhaps, it is passionate love.

The sky is always gray and the sun is pale. A person walking on the road, the scenery along the way is still as beautiful as it was at the beginning, and he began to freeze his memory with photos, fearing the taste of forgetting.

The summer wind, blowing gently, sparkling waterlines, ripples, circles, willow branches by the lake and leaves swaying with the wind, warm the journey of two people and make one's trajectory deviate a little.

Looking back, I used to be familiar with the scenery. I know that when I plug in my headphones and listen to the familiar melody, it seems that someone is accompanying me, visiting the park, watching the local conditions and customs, thinking about my own thoughts and memories, and the years are quiet. Such an orbit is not surprising. Strangely, today is Tanabata, and it is inevitable that a person will be lonely.

Remember, when I woke up in the morning, I just wanted to go out for a walk and see the place where I lived for more than 20 years, because I'm not sure what will happen when I come back after the flying time.

Some things are coincidences. Some people, by accident. People, or at the beginning of that person, heart, has been secretly. Everyone has his own troubles.

Look, the state of friends is mostly a person's Tanabata. However, I still hope and wish a happy Tanabata. In this way, Tanabata is lonely, one-way and beautiful.

Looking at the huge pond, the lotus leaves are long, but only two or three lotus flowers bloom just right. Stopped pedestrians, sitting next to them in pairs, whispered, I'm just a passer-by, taking pictures while walking, and never stopped. The flowers before and after the month, you and I, the shallow words of love, do not belong to one person.

I remember that at noon, it was raining outside the window, and tears of missing were dripping from the grape trellis. At that time, I thought of another picture, the fallen petal is independent, the swift is Qi Fei, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of scenery, but one thing is the same, I am an outsider.

It's late at night, and the world is dark. Only cicadas and crickets are still calling for summer, and their thoughts are drifting away. At the top of the sky, on the magpie bridge between galaxies, are they saying goodbye now?

Peach blossoms smile, and a ray of tenderness caresses the face. Tears leave people for a thousand years. The magpie bridge is happy, and the golden wind and jade dew meet. Love in the world of mortals, gathering and scattering are still two Iraqi ones. On Tanabata, loneliness is a one-way street.

Two people's festivals, one person can still live well, lonely, one-way street, if you are the one.

2. "Ceremony is like a dream"

A hundred birds build a bridge, a star dreams a book, tenderness is like water, and courtesy is like a dream. I use the modern internet to sincerely tunnel to distant friends: Dear friends, Happy Tanabata!

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Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. Today is Tanabata, the Valentine's Day in China, the most romantic traditional festival, which was listed in the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage by the State Council. Festivals such as "tenderness is like water, propriety is like a dream", "day and night are as cool as water, sitting and watching the morning glory and Vega" and "looking for someone to cross the sea and cross the bridge to fill the river" are a bit more romantic. Today is a real moment for my daughter. My daughter drove out with her boyfriend in the morning and went to the government affairs hall to get the marriage registration certificate.

Watching my daughter and boyfriend's car driving in the traffic of the city, my lover and I smiled at each other. Our parents are very happy and relieved that our daughter has been entrusted with her life. My daughter just called and said that the marriage registration certificate has been obtained. I can imagine their excitement and happiness when they walk out of the government affairs hall. At the same time, I can understand their psychological changes after the role change. I can understand that they will cherish this hard-won feeling. Weaver girl walks in the blue sky and meets morning glory in the depths of colorful clouds. Your love relationship with him is formed by looking back and smiling. How many inadvertently passed by in the world, forming a pair of birds in the sky and a branch underground. On the Millennium Tanabata, under the grape trellis, I overheard the whispering of the golden wind and jade dew; The night is hazy and the mist is fragrant, secretly conveying the heart of my daughter's family praying for a good marriage; In reality, our daughter's destination has been set, so we can rest assured to take over from mom and dad to take care of your other half.

Golden phoenix and Jade Phoenix, the desires of the opposite sex, are really difficult to describe and depict. Gentle as water, ritual as a dream. The ceremony turned into a frozen leaf. What is a ceremony? It refers to a good time, a date between a man and a woman, and the date of marriage. In "The Songs of Chu, Nine Songs and Mrs. Xiang", it is written: "Be happy with ceremony." In the Southern Dynasties, Liang Wudi wrote in the poem Tanabata: "A wonderful festival is a good year." Daughter moment is not a dream, but the most real reality. Daughter and boyfriend have never been together, and contact is through telephone and internet. As a mother, I really look forward to their wedding day. Love is a long road, the galaxy is broken, and the beloved lingers in two places. Their love has experienced three years of baptism in the spring and autumn, and two and a half years in a foreign country. At this beautiful moment, they finally walked hand in hand and set off happily!

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Your met, knew each other, fell in love and stayed together, which proved that your's love has experienced twists and turns and the foundation of love is solid. I also tell you that after wasting so many years, you should take care of this hard-won relationship together. Gentleness is like water, courtesy is like a dream. This ceremony really belongs to you. Diamond ring, representing your firm and eternal love, will also protect your happiness and peace; The beautiful and elegant peony flower on the marriage certificate is a blessing to you for a hundred years. A beautiful symbol, a sincere blessing, is just a moral. True happiness is created by our own hands. You will be happy for a hundred years, so you must manage and cherish it with your heart. Life, wandering the world of mortals, every warm and ordinary comfort is acacia; Every simple and unique call is love; Every gentle look is elegant; There is no lack of romance in life, but real life is romance. Romance living in fairy tales may be beautiful and pure, but it is only a fairy tale after all. In real life, truth is the most beautiful. ...

Today, it is clear that the clouds have crossed the magpie bridge, which should not be in the same strain, a distance. The earth is full of grass, and the government affairs hall gives a green light to couples who are registered to get married and go to work on weekends; Walking in the street, I saw the roses in the flower shop selling well; Walk into CCTV's "There are lovers in the world, we spend Tanabata together", sing praises to the beauty of love and explore the true meaning of happiness in a happy and peaceful holiday atmosphere; Entering the network, I saw a picture of "I wish all lovers in the world are well". Enter the mailbox and see the words "Love Tanabata"; When I logged into QQ, I saw the warm words of "it's easy to spend Tanabata, as long as two people are really together" ... The outside world is so noisy and lively, but my heart is very quiet. At this time, I said to my daughter with my heart: there are white clouds floating in the sky and the grass on the ground is fragrant. Watching the sunset, watching the breeze and the bright moon, listening to the wind and birds singing, smelling the flowers and wine, everything is blessing you, and mom and dad are also blessing you: Your wedding date, I wish you a happy life and happiness forever!

Ancient festivals, romantic legends. Compared with lovers in the world, how many people are entangled in love stories, whether it is love, friendship, affection, homesickness or online dating today, they are all singing for love. So, how can we get a love story in life? Tanabata is a festival with the theme of love. I heard the old couple say: the most romantic thing is to accompany you to grow old together and come to the white-haired today; I am thinking of a middle-aged man: I hope you can love me till I am old, and I hope you can accompany me to the ends of the earth, and we will walk hand in hand; I also heard younger people sing: whether now or in the distant future, we will protect each other's love today, no matter whether the wind and rain will never come again; Hearing this, thinking about this, seeing this and feeling this, I have a word for my daughter: If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they will not exist and will last for a long time! I also want to tell my baby daughter that there is love in the world, not earth-shattering, but life and death; There is love in the world of mortals, not romance, but growing old together. ...

It pours over thousands of light years, across space and eternity. The myth of the Millennium is a classic romance, and the long-term expectation is to wait for the magpies to fly. The Milky Way is beautiful across the miss of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The ceremony is like a dream. It belongs to my daughter. May my daughter and my beloved: hold up the blue sky of love hand in hand, walk through life hand in hand, and walk towards your brilliance and brilliance! A hundred birds build a bridge, a star dreams a book, tenderness is like water, and courtesy is like a dream. While wishing my daughter well, I sincerely say to my friends on the modern Internet: Dear friends, Happy Tanabata!

3. "Homesickness on the Eve of Tanabata"

Entering midsummer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. A few days ago, I took my son to swim in Zhanghe River to cool off the heat. I didn't expect the drought in winter and spring at the beginning of this year to make the water level of the vast Zhanghe River drop unusually. Although the lake is still clear and green and the mountain island is still full of green, the exposed rocks below the waterline are particularly dazzling in orange and mottled colors under the sunlight, as if to expose their dryness to the sky and pray for wet rain and dew to cure the long drought. Seeing this, I also sincerely hope that God will give more rain. Today, an unexpected rain finally came, the day before Qixi.

The rain began to brew in the morning, fluttering like a continuous spring rain, intermittently, gradually driving away the summer heat and bringing infinite coolness to the breeze, as if it were from summer to autumn in an instant. In the evening, the rain became heavier and tinkled. The rain line is clearly visible, falling from the sky. There is no wind and no thunder, but the rain is not inferior to the rainstorm. It is rich, moist and fresh. This is a long-awaited timely rain! Just a little sorry. The day before it rained on Tanabata, I was worried that I might not see the bright starry sky, the clear Milky Way, the flying bridge and the beautiful pictures of cows and women holding hands tomorrow night.

My hometown is in the hinterland of Jianghan Plain, ten kilometers to the south, adjacent to the vast Yangtze River, and ten kilometers to the north, sitting on the vast Honghu Lake, which is known as the land of plenty. I remember when I was a child, enjoying the cool under the stars at night. The most beautiful thing is the season. As long as it's not a bright moon night, deep blue sky, deep and high, starry sky, glowing sparks, flying fireflies, little fluorescence. Lying on my back in the cool recliner, enjoying the breeze sent by my mother's fan and listening to her story in the sky, the beautiful legend aroused my childlike fantasy. How many years have passed now, but this will always be the clearest memory in my heart. I still remember the famous sentence of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and the small fan was light. Day and night are as cool as water, sitting and watching morning glory and weaving stars. "

Speaking of Du Mu, looking at the rain in front of me reminds me of another poem of his, which just describes Chinese Valentine's Day's mood when it rains: "Don't hate it before the end of the year. I hate the car wash rain in the Ming Dynasty and don't teach my feet to cross the Tianhe River. " There are many coincidences in the world. The rain scene written by Du Fu's poet actually met me today, which inevitably made me feel the same way with him. But at this moment, at dusk, I am walking on the river path elsewhere, lightly stepping on some wet grass and looking at the quietly flowing river. Raindrops fell on the water, causing ripples. The brilliance of street lamps is reflected in colorful colors, and the trees on both sides of the street are shrouded in misty rain, and the mood is the same as when they are relaxed and free. Busy city, busy work, really need people to learn to relax and find a peaceful leisure and daydream, even if you can't see the bright starry sky in a quiet night, what does it matter? We can also imagine our joy and nostalgia, and we can also meditate on poems that sing beautiful legends in our hearts. Cao Song, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote: "Cows and women meet on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, and all magpies meet." Yunfei returns to the golden pheasant, and the bright moon hangs a jade hook. "What a beautiful lover tryst scene. There is also the word "Que Qiao Xian" written by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty, which is an expression of optimism generated by the perfect combination of romanticism and fantasy: "The thin clouds are smart, the flying stars spread grievances, and the silver and the Chinese cross in secret. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If the relationship between the two is long-lasting, sooner or later! "

Bai Juyi, a great poet, put it better: "The smoke fades in the sky, and Yin Hanqiu is the same. How many joys and sorrows, and on this night every year. " Although there is a little regret in his poems, I think his feelings are more open-minded and simple, which I like best. Su Shi once said: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult. " How difficult it is to be perfect in the world, what's more, the pace of modern life is getting faster and faster, and the pressure of work is getting bigger every day, so that the emotional communication between people feels more and more hurried and overwhelmed. Perhaps the heart is bound by form, but if you get another kind of happiness brought by your desire in your busy schedule, so that you can appreciate and cherish two kinds of feelings in your relationship, what is not worth it? What's the need to be sad when you have gains and losses?

Standing under the bridge in the rain, holding hands with Iraqis, listening to warm whispers, imagining the rivers in my hometown, will also be full of fish because of this happy rain. Maybe in a few days, the water in Zhanghe River will return to the rippling scene, and I will exchange the stars and the loss of Niu Girl for a bumper harvest year. What regrets do I have?

4. "Sunny day, rainy day-simple life, feeling good"

I used to think that the bright sun was a symbol of hope in my heart. I didn't know the sun was shining until summer, which had nothing to do with my hope. Yes, that's what the philosophical principle says: matter determines consciousness, and matter is not transferred by human consciousness. No matter what we think, it won't change. Firmness is the beauty of the sun.

Looking forward to the sun in winter and hiding from it in summer.

The sunshine in winter is gentle, warm and weak. In winter, what I want to do most is to sit on the balcony and enjoy the warmth of the sunshine on a sunny Sunday. Every time I go to dry clothes, I can smell the faint smell of the sun, which is really warm. When I was at school, I liked physical education class to bask in the sun best this season. In winter, I like to step into my favorite place and see the familiar scenery. Perhaps, my mood is filtered in this way.

Summer sunshine, intensity and enthusiasm. But it is because of intensity and enthusiasm that I feel that my side is full of vitality. Wonderful feeling. It is human nature to avoid the sun. But only when it is hot, you will feel warm and comfortable as cool. Only by comparison can we find that beautiful things are better. The summer sun, like a passionate teenager, is full of energy and vitality all day and can't stop his energy release.

Weather: Rain.

Watch the rain for a change. It's beautiful.

Spring rain is the most beautiful rain. The spring rain is silent, silently moistening the earth; The spring rain is delicate and caresses everywhere; I am reluctant to leave because of the continuous spring rain; Spring rain is mild, never violent. Really like a gentle Jiangnan woman, light and soft.

Summer rain, the most urgent rain. It rains heavily in summer, and the sound is urgent. It always comes and goes in a hurry. Sometimes, it can be described as "vigorous" by thundering. Summer rain is the rain with the highest tone, the earliest departure, the fiercest process and the richest content (lightning, thunder and strong wind all release energy in heavy rain). Really like an impatient child, cute and impatient.

Autumn rain, the saddest rain. This is another kind of beauty-sad beauty. The leaves are falling and the rain is fluttering. In autumn leaves, the rain added a sadness to autumn scenery. Perhaps it doesn't matter if you are really happy, but if you are miserable, you will use your mood to match the colors of autumn.

Winter rain, the coldest rain. It rains in winter, and the temperature drops obviously. In fact, the rain in winter also lasts for a long time, but there is a chill at this time. Its beauty lies in that people are more eager for warmth, cherish the feeling of warmth and feel more real. Perhaps, colder rain and snow can better interpret the cold aestheticism and warm beauty.

Sunny days alternate with rainy days. This kind of life is rich and beautiful, wonderful and unforgettable, ordinary and simple.

It's hard to keep your mood unaffected by the weather. You can only read their beauty and think as simply as possible: there are more beautiful things and more happy times.

5: "Forgotten Corner"

Since when, the musical dolls that grew up with me stopped ringing; When I was a child, all my favorite toys were lost. When, that beloved brush no longer works; When, I no longer miss warm memories; When, I began to pay attention to friendship and no longer longed for my little corner. Touch the kitten hanging on the bedside and press its belly, but it is not singing happily for me. I was a little surprised and pressed hard in disbelief, but it was indifferent. It turned out that it had been retired since I was a child, but I foolishly missed its retirement ceremony and stubbornly thought it just wanted to sleep. Looking at Barbie smiling at the bedside as usual, her interest in dressing up has long since disappeared. I just watched quietly and said nothing. All the colored crayons in the pen container are put there and are not repainted. Books scattered on the table, messy stationery, and me with a messy memory. Time has taken away so much without leaving a trace, and I have gradually forgotten so much in my busy life, and the memories accumulated in that forgotten corner have accumulated more and more. Too late to be sad, too busy to remember. It seems that as long as you throw something into it, you will never get back the memory and the once vivid feeling.

Suddenly I felt a little sad, as if something was being pulled from my memory. I want to catch something, but I can't do anything. Can only stand in situ, a person depressed.

What can we hold, and what is left in the end? Life seems to be a one-way trip. Once you set foot on it, you can never go back. Apart from memories, we can only try to move forward.

Although the kitten no longer sings, it is still intact, except for a beating heart, which also brings more peace and comfort to it; Barbie is always happy, smiling as before; The beauty of colored crayons will not fade with time; And my memory, because it existed and was beautiful, I have no regrets. Will you really forget? Or there will be a forgotten corner to collect sadness for me and wash away the lead, otherwise how can I always be happy?

I won't choose sadness again, I know there will always be a corner waiting for me to grow up quietly. I can't choose to remember forever, I want to leave happiness in the present.

6. "Sometimes we get together and sometimes we leave."

When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness. Long-term lovesickness is like memory, short-term lovesickness is endless,

If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.

Excerpts from Li Bai's Autumn Poems-Inscription

Meeting is also in a hurry, and parting is also in a hurry. How can we meet again in life? When the wind blows gently, the ground is red, and there may be residual flowers leaving branches empty. That is the reluctance of flowers or the nostalgia of branches. No matter how much you can't bear it, no matter how much you give up, you can't change his fate of leaving.

It's just that the flow of years deviates from the position of time. So there is no same starting point, and there will be no same ending point. Even if we meet on the road, we will wave and pass by.

Empty lament, wish and reality, it seems that there will never be a time to meet. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. Leaving only a sigh.

Looking at the horizon in the twilight, memory is like a flood that opens the floodgate. Catch up with the past, talking and laughing, as if it were right in front of you. Unconsciously, I gently lifted my face, in order to see further, or afraid that tears could not help but flow down. But I couldn't help crying. Why are you crying? Perhaps, I plucked the strings of missing you and let the sound of acacia linger in front of me. At this time, I miss you and want to cry. If I had known lovesickness was so painful, would I have regretted getting to know each other?

The night is silent, the wind whispers, the stars and the moon are together, and the words are low. As for me, I can only gently hold up my thoughts about you, put them in my mouth to chew and taste the taste of happiness. I know everything can only be a aftertaste.

I used to look at your face, sometimes seriously, sometimes in a daze, sometimes laughing, sometimes meditating. All kinds of expressions hide your tired heart, but the happiness on the surface can't replace the loneliness behind you forever.

Imagine you, in the dark night, holding a lonely lamp alone, lonely figure, constantly elongated in the dark, lonely sprinkled into the endless night sky. There is a little pain in my heart, and I can't follow you in my life. After all, it's a pity.

If I shed tears, it will always be your face that is wet. If you are sad, it will always be my heart. I know there is no feeling of not being sad in the world. More or less, it will leave scars on the soul. How far will it go to replace happy feelings with scars?

Rain falls silently, flowers fall, petals are like scattered thoughts. I really want to pick them up one by one, put them in boxes and treasure them. I don't care about them, I don't care about them, I don't care about them.

Originally, I am not yours, and you are not mine. Why be sad?

When the wind blows, my heart moves slightly. Everything is looking at flowers in the fog and the moon in the water. It's dawn. When the fog clears, my dream will wake up. Let all my memories go with the wind. All my memories will go with you. I'd rather stop and stare at your figure in the wind than catch up with you. I wish you all the best.

7. "The heart is like a string"

The town where the drizzle began to stop is like a classical landscape painting with light ink on it, the stream gurgling and the smoke curling up. Beside the path, the light green grass was yellow by the wheels. The red apricot blossoms fluttered on my shoulders. When I looked closely, the slightly curled red petals remembered the passage of time. Birds with oblique wings dive on the water, and the flapping airflow makes small waves on the pure green waves, dizzy round and round. Small waves spread gently, confusing my reflection in the water and falling together, just like the road of life.

Plain brushstrokes, blue-and-white waterfalls, rolling cloud shows, rouge dresses, and reverie of closing your eyes. -Colorful flowers are enchanting, the fragrance is overflowing, the moss is pouring, the misty sky after the rain, the beautiful image dancing under the wicker sash, and the smiling cheeks. I'm crazy. How I wish time would stand still, and the years would be fixed in this beautiful moment forever. Get on the canoe and go down the river. Maybe tonight, I can't sleep, with a fishing fire and a red light core on my back, watching snuff fall and lingering with the night wind.

Looking at the sky, snowflakes falling and beautiful flowers everywhere, my heart is like a string, intimate wine and long thoughts. A song, a parting, tears and a broken heart, a string of moons, a shadow line, what is a chic wave of dust and frost, a solitary piano, a pen and ink, and a brush? Xiao Jiang, a few strands of green silk break my heart. Upright, flowing water gently sends you away in the middle of the night. If your heart is like a string, who leans on my piano pillow and dreams of a full moon at night? Who moved my string and called me to the window? The breeze started, my hair streamed gently, my skirt dragged on the ground, and the world was moved by it and smiled. Who are you? Jade-clean and clear hands touch my heartstrings, and the sound surrounds this water town. Blue-and-white clouds, leisurely waterside flow, beautiful face, faint eyebrows, long-flowing breeze, few people are not drunk, and it is lonely for you to play silently alone. I'm not asking who you are. I know that you and I are fellow travelers, and a sweet word carries thousands of waters in Qian Shan. For the help in the sunset glow, for the frosty white hair, for a true love from late spring, you are still waiting hard. Drizzle breeze, the tea in your hand shows your life: as a woman, you have been unable to vent the beauty of a woman; What you love most is that there are no tooth marks on the shoulders like mountains. You once said that if I saw that man's back, I would chase him through the thorns, jumping with a sprained foot and dropping my umbrella. If he doesn't wait for me, I'll make him regret it all his life ... sister! Why bother? Why not learn from Jiang Shao, indulge in landscapes, dim lights and lonely nights? Let bygones be bygones, where is prosperity?

I am like a thousand-year-old guzheng, waiting for someone to caress me. Peach blossoms are fluttering, the clouds are light and the wind is light, after the rain, the sky is full of stars. Let the string sound whirl in the attic in the mountains, and let the string sound sigh the secular love in this distant spring. The edge of the sky, the top of the cloud, the valley of the wind, the shore of the water! Play my madness in the depths of the world of mortals. The sky is wide, the clouds are comfortable, the wind is soft, the water is clear, the shadows are beautiful and the music is quiet! The red spots on the water are broken, and the beautiful images in the wind are pleasant. You and I smile at each other, strings are strung, and ten thousand lotus flowers are in front of us.

Hey! Hey! Wake up, don't sleep on this stone, be careful to catch cold, it's getting dark, hehe, I fell asleep here, and my uncle who was herding sheep woke me up. If my heart is just a dream, the faded sky looks pale and powerless, birds are singing not far away, as if laughing at my silly hat, quietly looking up at the sky, cool breeze, with inexplicable sadness, disappearing out of my sight, that's just my thoughts. Can I reach the distance with the breeze and have the night sky of your city?

8: "Swaying with the Wind, Blooming Beautiful"

Another lonely night. The summer wind, a hint of coolness, awakened my sleepy eyes between my eyebrows. The fog blows the moon and the water ripples. Quietly, quietly leaned out of a lotus leaf with a green face. ...

The wind in the lotus pond is slow, the night sky, clouds make a shadow and butterflies dance. It's bloom, when the lotus in the pond is in full bloom, and I'm the one who hasn't bloomed for a long time.

The moon shadow is hazy and the smoke comes late, fearing that the rain will drift cold. Silent in the cold shallow mud for a season, at this moment, I don't want to fade away. I am just a lonely lotus, swaying in the wind and blooming in the lotus pond in summer year after year. ...

A fog is dizzy in the horizon, lingering gently in the shadow of the moon. I just want to sleep this night and sleep quietly for another year. I don't want to, but I just think in front of the wind flowing in the silent pavilion; I don't want to. Jiao Yan, who smells faint, just embellishes the smiles of others in the world. Willing, sleepy and lonely, the water is green.

Another lonely night. I am slim, but I am still a dancer. Where are my friends? Quietly guarding the moonlight, a pool of clouds and smoke around.

A sigh crossed the lonely heart lake, and my tears soaked the lotus leaf, sneaked into the lotus pond, rippled on the water, and raised a slight resentment. Bloom flowers fall with the wind, year after year, with a flick of a finger.

What a beautiful night! The small bridges around us are full of smoke, like dancing; The mountains in the distance overlap, faint as smoke, and there is a charming whisper between the mist in Luo Cha. In the moonlight, like a deja vu dream. I bloom slightly, speechless, and the passing wind blows my happy dream, but no one sings or picks it.

How I wish this was no longer a dream. I hope I can bloom for you and bloom into a beautiful face. In your words, it is a cloud, flying into the night sky and lingering around the moon shadow. Like clothes in the wind, it floats, blows through the eternal dust and does not want to return.

I just want to look at the moonlight in this pond and count my wishes silently in the fleeting time. ...