The people live and work in peace and contentment, carefree, and the officials are fair and impartial in enforcing the law, so that a peaceful and prosperous era similar to the Yongzheng and Kangxi dynasties has now appeared again (about Yongxi's statement, it is suspected that it was written and supplemented by later generations.) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info) --------- how much do you know about the flowers in your dreams---- Mingyue Lou ----------- remember the youth;

Friend, let me tell you: No matter what kind of great cause you are engaged in, no matter how amazing the achievements you have made, the development and prosperity of this cause are inseparable from the fate and future of the country. The destiny of our eternal prosperity is linked with the motherland.

We need to strengthen the building of a clean and honest government, and we must also make contributions to the motherland and the nation.

First there is a country, then there is a home, and only with a home can I have me.

Friend, what have you done for the country, for the family, and for this era? How many flowers do you know in your dreams---- Mingyue Lou ----------- remember the youth; the rain outside the window is dripping, and the bricks and cement buildings seem to be flowing with water in the brick cracks.

The raindrops were very light, blown by the wind, and drifted diagonally for a while, mischievously somersaulting, and fell into small puddles.

The rain, the perfect drummer, banged on the windowsill, banged on the old stone-paved square, banged on the bright red plastic playground, and played a symphony.

The wires walking between the buildings, there are no standing birds, this rain, did not put us in the classroom, on the contrary, drove out a lot of umbrellas, like a group of birds startled in the jungle, staggered, flew out of a floral umbrella, a plastic cloth umbrella, under the umbrella squeezed two girls' faces, this rain, happy to have a playmate, lying on the umbrella and saying witticisms, so from the umbrella flew out of the sound of a string of silver bells

The two pines and cypresses in front of the window, the two weeping willows have changed their appearance in the rain, the pines and cypresses have absorbed enough rainwater, standing and taking a nap, a gust of wind comes, the fluffy pine needles are swaying, accompanied by a harmonious symphony, reaching out to hug the waist and kicking the feet, dancing in a group---------------, the rainy day always plays the chords that make me miss, the willow leaves gently shake the sycamore, and the voice sings, the faint and faint rain exudes the girl's body fragrance, soft as jade

Beloved, this city of steel cannot imprison my heart

With the raindrops, I stood on tiptoe and stepped out of the familiar and unfamiliar rhythm, feeling like flying, like pulling the rain line with my hands, climbing the clouds, jumping down and falling straight in front of your eyes

This love carries the fragrance of the earth and the slight coolness of the raindrops

I think a raindrop is a character, so what article is the sky on your side, or maybe it is a poem, red crisp hands, yellow vines, wine, spring in the city, palace walls, willows

Quietly in the morning, this rain is in front of your window, like your eyes are bright and clear, like a lake, calmly reflecting the blue sky, the continuous clouds, and the water also reflects the lush forests and towering snow-capped mountains

The light rain is always accompanied by the sweet voices of the birds, and under the cover of the thick willow leaves, a string of crisp praises sometimes flies

For several days in a row, the earth gave all its water to the sky, and the sky wanted to return it to the earth with such a cool kiss, and the skirt of the goddess of the sky brushed across the hills

[1] Like a gust of wind;

Providence has made me come

The desolate sight of the low house is gone

High-rise buildings like a game of street scenes

Neon swaggered passers-by

It attracts countless expectations

JL City has changed

Doubt is the paradise of dreams

The crescent moon shone dimly

The Story of Brewing Time------------- [2]

The stone is hard like you

The pearl is sighing

You hang up your white shirt

The red medal is stored in the wardrobe

The cat sleeps with a pillow and memories

Morning

It's cool tears

On the stone pavement

Jumping and chirping birds

Mottled shadows of trees

Durely urging the five-star flag to climb the flagpole

Look at the mischievous birds on the stone pavement

The sun climbed overhead

Square words crawl out of the box for a nap

Knowing the monotonous recitation of English

A bowl of sky

There is not a breath of fresh air

Sunshine is always a string of laughter

Sailless boats sail on thin river channels

Holly leaves will tremble uncomfortably

Windy

Paper airplanes hover over the roof

Hibiscus flowers are beautiful

Married to a group of ants [3]

A few handkerchiefs are floating

Birds sleep in the wind

The toon's scythe slowly rusts

Blund

And the pods climb the pergola

Look up at a dream-like cicada wing and the sun

The future of wildflowers is a bit of a raucous

There's a lark

Cry all summer

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The wheels rotate forward

Rolled over flowers and dirt

Splash a string of pearls

There are no weightless raindrops

The willow branches that bluff with words tremble

Electrified small snakes

Drill into the gloom

The waves crash against the shore on the back

The sea breeze rode a white horse

Shells and small silverfish scattered on horseback【5】

The ship goes in circles

The waves at the port are still saying goodbye

The moonlight didn't catch the sun

There is only a swarm of stars in the night sky

The lotus pond snores

The face of the moon was wrinkled

The water altar at the entrance is filled with starlight

Pick it up

Sprinkle on the road

The purple grapes on the road are as full as the night

A pair of eyes drunk wine

Watery

Watery moon

Like eyes

The corners of his eyes sparkle brightly

Dripping in the pond

A boat that sailed around in a circle

A window lit up on the shore

The wind sleeps in the crook of the night

Ship again

The road is steep

Inhabited by bats

On the left-hand side is the factory smoking

On the right-hand side is a whispering wheat field

The drunken angel could not understand Maizi's dream

She pretended not to understand

The wheat is armed with a trembling heart

Mai Mang stretched out to the moon

The stars winked

Look at the sailboat traveling

The waves in the harbor are still bidding farewell [6]

Rain has its own rhythm

The sound of footsteps is mixed with the beat of drums

A long journey

There is loneliness as a companion

Loneliness is strung together

Loneliness is like a reed

Hanging from the sky

The wires are torn into a net

Lightning was fished out of the sea of clouds

The green snake spat out the letter

He lowered his head and hurried away

The fiery red light buries itself in the soil

Starlight condenses into drops

Slowly falling

Nuwa's whip

Grow new leaves----------------- know how many flowers fall in your dreams---- Mingyue Lou ----------- remember to hear youth;

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