Jiang yuan' an's sentence

& lt 1 & gt； All the stories are hidden in the wind, crossing mountains and seas, squeezing through crowds and walking through Wan Li. The wind is still the wind, and you are no longer you. Well, you are in the wind, too.

& lt2> didn't know each other at first, and didn't know each other at last. From the sea of people to the end of hiding in the sea of people.

& lt3> We thought we were carving time, but it wasn't. Time is destroying us.

& lt4> You don't have to worry, someone has to screen.

& lt5> Time flies. In this Jianghu, you and I cross each other, but each has its own way.

& lt6> Tang and Song Dynasties wrote quatrains and taught me how to pronounce new words.

& lt7> People's hearts are narrow and broad.

& lt8> Clouds are lying on the hill watching me sweep the fallen flowers.

& lt9> Sometimes make up with the secular, and sometimes break up with the secular.

& lt 10 > The wind grows all the way, and the road goes cross-country. I went to the mountain to see the robe. The robe came to brew snow in the mountain.

& lt 1 1 & gt； Lotus is dying, and Zen is quiet. Cui reduces the red and declines without hatred, and the Huns are not heartbroken. Dormancy is ready, and the green water will be reborn in the coming year? .

& lt 12 > Everything in the world has a spring and autumn. Time is old, and everything is in the dust.

& lt 13 > The sunset is orange and the wind is gentle. The days are clean and I am gentle.

& lt 14 & gt； It's winter, and you still live alone. If you are not tired of life, let the four seasons become poems.

& lt 15 > I saw the frost moon conspiring with the lights to smash the night. The story of the world flows everywhere. ?

& lt 16 > Don't tie yourself down before the end of your life, and don't stop in a hurry.

& lt 17 > There are always two places in my heart, one is called Jianghu and the other is called Jiangnan.

& lt 18 & gt； I am in the Jianghu and my heart is in the valley.

& lt 19 > When flowers bloom to death, people go home.

& lt20 >； You are particularly good at getting along with others, but you can't get along with yourself. I am particularly good at getting along with myself, but I can't get along well with others.

& lt2 1 & gt； Be a gentle person and treat life gently.

& lt22 >； What is love in the world? One in the wind, one in the middle of the month, one for Qianshan, one for Cang Xue, and some for safekeeping.

& lt23 >； In this cold day, words are sparse and flowers are silent.

& lt24 >； The wind is full of sleeves and the snow is full of clothes. Mei and I are in Zen silence.

& lt25 >； I am a melancholy guest in the world. When will I go home, be a idle person and hide in the cottage?

& lt26 >； Bright moon and cool breeze, still water and idle clouds are a place of peace of mind.

& lt27 >； Time is peeling off again. The world is full of dust, but it makes people stupid.

& lt28 >； Invisible in the dark, turn around in the dark. You are there, just like I planted the moon in my heart, but the moon is not close to people.

& lt29 >； Be your own boat, go on, wave away yesterday, wave away years, reach the unknown future and meet yourself better.

& lt30 >； Don't be a vassal, just plant the moon in Yun Geng on paper and splash ink into a lotus.

& lt3 1 & gt； Spring never dies, life can be expected.

& lt32 >； When you die, you won't surge in my words.

& lt33 >； Flowers blooming in the bottom of my heart can't be broken by others.

& lt34 >； Return the wind to the wind, return the moon to the moon, return the mountains to the mountains, return the snow to the snow, return you to you, return me to me.

& lt35 >； Winter is suitable for brewing words, and no one needs to praise or agree.

& lt36 >； Years fold eyebrows and paper choke. There are many things in the world, just like cool colors.

& lt37 >； Clouds send snow, and the evening wind breaks plum blossoms. I want to bring all kinds of things to the world ... if you come at the right time.

& lt38 >； Make friends with plants and settle your heart.

& lt39 >； You ask me what is fate? Like the wind, don't ask about gathering and parting.

& lt40 >； A Leng Yue in the sky shines on the cold mountain. I was homesick and my heart went to Jiangnan.

& lt4 1 & gt； It's not easy to travel in the world, so make a bosom friend. No matter what the world is like, you must have vitality in your heart.

& lt42 >； Days run faster than horses, and people are lazier than cats. Buy a bunch of flowers at dusk and tell her to bloom slowly. This is called life.

& lt43 >； We are all travelers, and every day is a good time. I just want to be with beautiful things.

& lt44 >； Spring breeze makes wine intoxicating.

& lt45 >； Heaven and earth are Lu, and I am a fairy. I was lying in Bai Yunbian.

& lt46 >； We are all passers-by, please don't rush by.

& lt47 >； When the sun enters the yard, when the spring breeze rises at the bottom of the sleeve, when you walk with a bunch of mountain flowers, it has surpassed all poems.

& lt48 >； Only the shadows are faint, and there are thousands of lights outside the window.

& lt49 >； Nothing can pass, nor can I go back to yesterday.

& lt50 >； As the minister of solar terms, sow some good seeds and harvest them together when the wheat is ripe.

& lt5 1 & gt； Rain falls in the cracks in the heart and can blossom. This is Jiangnan.

& lt52 >； A hundred flowers blossom and every sentence is touching. They all went with the mountains and streams, and there was no time to pick the awakened poems.

& lt53 >； Give me a fast horse, lightning passes by you, and the sound of hooves and drums shakes your heart in order to shock you.

& lt54 >； "Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock. In February, I went back to the old times and looked for my predecessor.

& lt55 > How many people in this world of mortals are not limited to their own cognition? Everything is in their own cognition, one by one to claim their own destiny.

& lt56 >； I pass by in spring, just like passing by Lu Hua. It grows quietly like a plant again. I know, the other me is practicing my own Zen.

& lt57 >； Every flower is a mystery.

& lt58 >； Spring breeze pen, Jiangshan picture scroll. Be your own queen. You can shake off the dust and frost for many years.

& lt59 >； Early spring is the most childish time.

& lt60 > Don't ask Kunlun Mountain, don't ask the sea, I don't ask how deep my eyebrows are, but I just want to tell you that the spring breeze I planted has slowly come out. The flowering periods on the earth have been arranged one by one. Please remember to sign for it.

& lt6 1 & gt； Are the flowers on the mountain blooming? It opens every time along the way.

& lt62 > All human feelings are created by heart. But the world is tied to the heart, and there is no arrangement. Teach people far and near, far and near.

& lt63 >； Spring breeze invited me out to see flowers. What a good time! Can sink thousands of spring scenery in the eyes. Stop writing sentences that are covered by night.

& lt64 >； The mountains and rivers in my heart began to surge, like standing on the edge of a cliff, with a deep valley at my feet, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the New Year.

& lt65 > Cover the winter book and go to the spring banquet in the wind of falling plums. The days are tense.

& lt66 >； I don't want to celebrate the New Year, but I want to go to the mountains. Put the sun in front of the mountain, hold the breeze, and the sea of clouds is good under your feet. Or, in autumn in Shan Yu, watching the rain wipe the mountain peaks. Or, doing nothing, staring blankly. One man and one mountain are immortals.

& lt67 > beginning of spring, how can I write you so that you don't fall into a rut? Or you can rob me. This guy Chunfeng has teased me once.

& lt68 > Xin Chou Yuan Xi

After dinner, it was very late outside.

I heard that the lights are good tonight, so I tried on new makeup at first.

Jiangnan hometown, jade people in pairs, shadow people in pairs.

In the shadow of paddle light, the moon is just right and the flowers are in full bloom.

Who * * * this moment? Don't lean against the fence.

I was scared at that time, and the stars were right in front of my eyes.

Looking at the light, my mood is steep, and I will return it.

The secluded window in the yard, the Haitang outside the curtain, and the swing of the swing are messy.

Tianjie Yi Deng, January on earth,

How should I think tonight? Better get drunk.

& lt69 > I can't get enough of it. After all, it was bought with mountains and rivers. Cocktails and crane's feet, bamboo leaves and orchids, are free and easy, and are sage like type. Into the pit officially lost weight today.

& lt70 > My Jianghu is quiet and secluded.

& lt7 1 & gt； Give me a fast horse, lightning passes by you, and the sound of hooves and drums shakes your heart in order to shock you.

& lt72 > A hundred flowers blossom and every sentence is touching. They all went with the mountains and streams, and there was no time to pick the awakened poems.

Rain falls in a crack in the heart and can blossom. This is Jiangnan.

& lt74 >； As the minister of solar terms, sow some good seeds and harvest them together when the wheat is ripe.

& lt75 > I'm July. Who sent me the mountain breeze? Let the moonlight overflow me, the stars overflow me, the lights overflow me, or gently pluck the strings and salvage me.

& lt76 > It was dusk, and she fell asleep. Loneliness is loneliness. She's still awake. Summer is summer. She caught 10,000 cicadas and announced them everywhere.

& lt77 > There is a pool of moon outside the window and a lamp inside. There is a man under the lamp, floating in the world of mortals. Try not to wake the world of mortals when the moonlight falls. At dusk, I saw a cloud of smoke falling into Long song's short sentence. The wind tonight is a little reluctant. After reading a few words, some people will shake their hearts.

& lt78 > The weather is too good to be true, and a flower called Emotion has blossomed.

& lt79 > I am very happy, because I like it.

& lt80 >； The so-called interesting soul: the height, strength and dimension of its spirit are above you, and the perspective of looking at the problem is beyond your cognitive framework and points to clarity. Its spirit is full of texture, not vulgar humor, richness and tension, and so on. I can immerse myself in life and breathe fresh.

& lt8 1 & gt； A spring festival has been watered for more than half. I will take out April again, I know, and finally I have arrived, a glass of wine.

& lt82 >； "What are you doing?" "What else can Tomb-Sweeping Day do?" I won't tell you, I'll spend the evening sitting alone.

& lt84 >； Flowers are blooming in the wind. When I was wrong, I saw a cherry blossom fall in your hair. Yes, we are not on the road.

& lt85 >； We are not on the road, you have your moon, and I have my rivers and lakes.

& lt86 >； Flowers bloom in the wind, birds squat on telephone poles, some emotions are stocking, and the years are understated. Nothing needs care and arrangement.

& lt87 > Every flower is a dead person. I came to earth to die. And loneliness will never die, open in the hearts of barren people.

& lt88 > Moonlight enters the poem, the story draws to a close, and the cat dozes at its feet. Orange lights support a long night. And the long night entrusted the secret mood to the blank space.

& lt89 > The egret started up, and my heart became quiet. In the sound of partridges, it's already late spring, and the good days in Yao Huang's enclosure are too short. Can I fold it back in spring? I haven't seen enough of the thread you planted.

& lt90 & gt "I am waiting, waiting for the only soul in the world." I want to say that people who believe this sentence are tantamount to poisoning themselves. And it is highly toxic.

& lt9 1 & gt； I saw someone splitting the tree in the middle with an axe in a voice the other day. The whole trunk is split in half from top to bottom, then broken into twisted shapes, and then wrapped up, which is called bonsai. Seeing it was terrible, I instantly remembered that poem by Sanmao.

? if there is an afterlife

If there is an afterlife, be a tree.

Standing forever. There is no gesture of sadness and joy.

Half in the dust and half in the wind.

Half in the shade and half in the sun.

Very silent, very proud

Never rely on, never look for.

……

After San Mao, there were many princes. I don't know what you think after seeing bonsai. Do you want to be a tree again?

& lt92 > Wearing the simplest white T-shirt makes you feel the best. The sun shook Xia Feng like broken gold. Walking in the middle of July, I saw one plant taking care of another.

& lt93 > One person has one person's scenery. There are two kinds of people in Jianghu. In their own time, everyone has their own comfort.

& lt94 >； On the bank of Xiling Bridge, Xiao He is at the beginning of the circle. By the west lake, sit and watch the outer building of Qingshan Building outside the mountain at dusk.

& lt95 > In that year, Qiantang bid farewell to the history of Bai Gong. That year, the oil wall car got off the beautiful woman and walked across Xiqiao Bridge. That year, he never married Youshan, planted plums as his wife and raised cranes as his sons. That year, he went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to see the snow, the sky and clouds, mountains and water, all white ... The beauty of Qiantang is not limited to mountains and rivers, but also lies in its heritage.

& lt96 >； Everyone is a ancestral temple. It is both imprisonment and sacrifice.

& lt97 > When there is no sound, silence becomes silence.

& lt98 > The south wind is shallow, and the shade covers the eaves of the wall. The days are long and flowing, and the spirit is rich and clear. Yes, grow up in your own time. At present, the oil umbrella in the south of the Yangtze River supports a cool environment.

& lt99 > The street is noisy, but there is a cherry-flavored wind. I fell asleep when the wind entered the curtain.

& lt100 > In June, someone asked if he had studied recently. It seems that I haven't read for a long time. Break the time and occasionally borrow the light of debris, and you will see one or two ingenious words to solve the famine.

June, a basket of cherries. Life is like an epee, without a front line, but it hurts. So, eat cherries today and mangoes tomorrow. It hurts while healing. In June, cuckoos throw mountains and egrets throw fields. At that time, the light was peeling off and my life was deprived. I was always taciturn or ungrateful. Because I didn't lean on it, I gave up and walked. Try to lie flat as soon as possible. Then, rely on the rest of my life to feed my loneliness.

& lt 10 1 & gt； Back in Jiangnan, all the way out of the window is green. Suddenly remembered the sentence "when the grass curtain wins the flower." I think it's time for hollyhock to bloom, and for calamus and wormwood to be harvested. I'm thinking about egg yolk dumplings and mung bean cakes again.

& lt 102 > It began to rain again in the south of the Yangtze River. At dusk, the clouds were low and the fields fell down. Sooner or later there will be a rain, cleaning or polishing. After the rain, the vegetation was faint and the rubble was slightly awned. Perhaps, just a glimpse, or a slight awn. Can offset the cuts in the world.

& lt 103 > The wind blows gently and the fields are open. He Tingting, the moon is slanting. Insects chirp and springs gurgle. The mountains are silent and Zen is faint.

& lt 104 > There was a shower in the south of the Yangtze River, which poured out and made me drunk.

& lt 105 > God knows what's going on. It seems that I owe you something and want me to repay it one by one with loneliness. Where the lights are brightly lit, where the scenery is beautiful. Without you, the moon would not be round.

& lt 106 > Lotus downstairs wants to move out in July. It's raining outside the window, and it's harvested in June.

& lt 107 > The gentle evening breeze is blowing gently. The lights and stars are awake, as silent as I am. Gentle evening breeze, blowing gently. Send me the song you sang, I talked to you quietly. Gentle evening breeze, blowing gently. The cloud is hidden behind the distant mountain. Where do you stop?

& lt 108 > When the light wakes up, gently brush away the crow-colored sideburns at night. At this time, the mountains and rivers are continuous, and the grass insects are fireflies. Enter the string with the evening breeze and invite the bright moon to hear clearly.

& lt 109 > This is the summer solstice. Start reading lines. Where I can't reach, you and the words can reach.

& lt 1 10 & gt； It was dark and the stone steps were small. The moon is getting late and the stars are sparse. Wandering world, feed time. After all, there are regrets and tears are silent.

& lt 1 1 1 & gt； Time rolls around its edge, and dark clouds engulf the dusk. I don't care, there must be flowers in my heart.