The cold rain outside was desolate, and there was a song of winter. The cold rain filled the sealed words and stories in the book with another charm. Standing alone under the cold window of the ancient house, listening to the whispers of several fallen leaves, talking about lovesickness to see who is thinner! I like this rainy day very much. It is quiet, ethereal and charming, except for the occasional inappropriate sound of car brake. Everything is so cozy. Turn off the cellphone and sit alone in the study without any disturbance. There is only soft music in your ears, only fragrant words in front of your eyes, and only complete empty in your mind. Only at this moment can loneliness be moved and the world be so calm. Only the long-lost oiled paper umbrella at the corner can cover the time lower than the eaves. Unconsciously rummaging through some fragments of broken Jane in the draft box, I was shocked to find that the once familiar words, like the messy flowers in the corner of the wall, scrawled in the corner, wanton but real. I read articles one by one, and from time to time I imagine the mood behind these words, which is not only the words but also my own mood. Between the lines, life and death are not necessary, happiness and sorrow are not necessary, and we do not have to talk about the past and present. We only need to use light scenery to reflect light feelings! In the words, we are graceful in our years, in the misty rain, waving our hands without any ink fragrance, singing our own simplicity and amorous feelings. In the words, we listen to the pouring out of the years at the corner of our eyes, follow the scriptures of the world of mortals, recall the past, sing and enjoy all the way. In the words, we invite one or two bosom friends to talk about everything about clothes, emotions, women and men. Let the song Guangling San trickle out like running water, light and shallow, overflowing and overflowing. How can such words be bad? The words were long, so did I. I began to swim in every intoxicating text. Fireworks and dreams in the dust were swaying like flowers on the other side. Quietly, I came to Wanshan’s home. It was a little cold at night, and I kept the bright moon alone. In the thin and cool place, the qingci covered the shallow smile of the Yi people, warming the coolness of my fingertips, thinking secretly, how talented women can write such elegant and classic poems, and then the lingering of wind, flowers, snow and moon can be engraved. I turned around and sneaked to the Shanren Dao’s house. I found that there was a lot of laughter and chaos here. After a careful probe, I realized that Shanren Dao was organizing all my friends to flee, the humorous language style really fascinated a large number of fans. The same name, different identities, different styles. The two Youyou have different moods and words. One likes traveling, so the words are always accompanied by beautiful picture explanations. What’s more important is to see the Enlightenment behind the scenery, which is the true meaning of words. A person with delicate and quiet words, with a touch of feelings, narrated the days and nights like water. Because of words, I was also lucky to know Yuer, a person I could not describe with words. His words were clean without any dust, with love for his family, my heartbreaking to my lover, I thought about it all the way. Because of the words, I met snow and birds, my peers. I especially appreciate the poetry of snow, which is elegant, with local flavor and love. The words are unobtrusive but chewy. While bird, we have already cooperated with each other quite tacitly. My words became three-dimensional and vivid immediately under her clear and clear reading, which brought unexpected effects. Because of the words, benxuan and I often lose each other. Because of the words, Wanshan Feixue and I often talk nonsense. Because of the words, I once again followed langshou feizhou to recollect and read “on the Qin Dynasty” and felt his literary talent and unique insights. Because of the words, I got to know the poems which can be called masters. They dance like Fengwu, idle clouds, clean dust, Mount Huangshan hung on the moon, don’t forget me, ancient moon, and Kui make crops. Although I admire their talents very much, I have no choice, how can I learn it? Only shame. Although the rain was still miserable, my heart was warm at this time because of the lingering of words, the connotation of words and the emotion of words. Wandering alone in the words, moving gradually filled. Looking back, in the depth of clouds and water, the words have been moving for thousands of years. Therefore, I also laid a piece of plain paper gently and wrote down a thousand years of love with words. (Ii) interpretation of the text because of the rain, we have the mood to read and read the text. Whether it is online text or Chinese text, the text gives us a lot of gains. It is always said that words are just the repetition, combination and arrangement of all kinds of Chinese characters, which are tangible and accessible. But think carefully, can you really touch them? We can only take ideas, conjecture, ponder, and read. Therefore, we begin to chew words and analyze the implication behind them. Some trees think of life, while others think of Shangshan, youshan thought of majestic, Youcheng thought of loneliness there were overtones behind every paragraph of words, but some words were full of philosophy, while some words endowed with sound and ancient charm, some words smooth the vicissitudes of the past with chivalrous tenderness, while some words look for the prosperity of the long past in the old legend. I have to admire the extraordinary intelligence of human beings from the time when I remember things with ropes to the time when the words are changing. Because of the words, we have experienced the ideological content and artistry behind the unfathomable ancient prose. Although it is difficult to understand, we have written the due attitude towards life. Because of the words, I appreciated Zhuge Liang’s quality behind the “master” that he devoted all his efforts to the country and the people, and died after death. Because of the words, I understood Li Qingzhao’s sad and classic sentence: miserable and miserable. Because of the words, I realized that the surface of Epang Palace Fu was about Qin’s extravagance and extravagance in building Epang Palace, in fact, the story of Qin satirized the current affairs of Tang Dynasty and exhorted those in charge of Tang Dynasty to learn from the past and not to grieve without learning from the past, in the end, it can only end up with the result of the later generations. Because of the words, I felt the rage and anger of the angry hair, the loyalty and spirit of cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, the passing through the air with stones, the waves patting the shore, the ancient war words interpreted by rolling up thousands of piles of snow present us so rich and profound. It has even become a way for human beings to claim their emotions in this world. Whether it is quiet or fanatical, human beings pour to it, which are permeating their souls. The so-called article is the aspiration! Reading and reading, those undescribable hearts, unpeaceful monologues and unconveyed thoughts are all interpreted in wonderful words. Therefore, when everything is washed away by the rain, it is easier for us to keep a heart. Between the lines, we can taste the reality of the world, the clouds of the past and the loneliness of the soul. Reading these words quietly, what my heart gets is a kind of understanding, intoxication and shock!

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