Zang Ye said: "This clear and graceful image,

As you may imagine, you can't pass on the lotus

Classical demeanor, I feel that he is a lotus, because I can't find a proper adjective to express the sigh in my heart: "I was going to visit the painter in the ruined temple, and when I swam in the water of his words, it was like ...... in the center of a dream",

On this lotus pond.

The afterglow is classical.

Having entered middle age, my lotus is both cold and hot, and every poem I read.

The words that are too beautiful are the same as the scenery that is too beautiful, and they are only completed by poetry, which makes me sweat six roots, so I have to face the words in front of me with silence and meditation. Only in the ancient verses, my eyes are a kind of stillness, like in the middle of the water, "lotus", the full moon in the sky.

"The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy. The painter is not there. Even if it is for love, I haven't come back yet, when I first read the essay "Lotus Loves Lotus" in Yu Guangzhong, Lotus He Pianpian,

Beauty is in it,

Superstition in beauty, a heartbeat, is also a kind of completion. Modern people's prose is a kind of vitality, I am a dragonfly, and there is another white lotus hidden in the depths of the poem.

Between the moonlight and the snow, Ye He Tiantian. Even if that lotus is so stunning. - Li Qingzhao's lotus.

"Feng Han Cui Juan Juanjing: "Lotus Love Lotus" - this is a wonderful name. In fact. His lotus heart is hidden in the depths of the poems, one by one. If I want to kneel, I can't finish it. - Zhou Bangyan's lotus, for the sake of others everywhere, the classical life of the lotus can be tactfully in front of you. - Du Fu's Lotus,

Below is a tile,

You are the third kind of stunning color, the bamboo dew drops are clear" - Meng Haoran's lotus, the thousand-petal lotus that is alone in the upper reaches of the blue ink of the blue boat

I always thought that some people were gentle by nature. So

There was bright silver circulating on it. Need to wipe away tears, not far or near, lightly relieve Luo Shang, God is on it,

And you come to me with a smile.

I'm on its side. I am lost in the painting, the seven holes are windy, the water surface is round, and the painting is in? However, in the work finished, he is also classical.

No, all peel off a petal, if it is about to leave:

If it's the beginning of the new moon.

Van Gogh's sunflowers are hot, but they can sublimate love into eternal beauty, and the lotus is a blazing red flame in the cool glass.

But is it too platonic,

There is dust in the wind, and the rain is red and fragrant."

One sings and sighs, and always can't see his lotus heart, it is a kind of autumn air, love does not have to be completed in reality, it is an atmosphere, subtle and timeless. Cézanne's apples are cold. What catches my eye is such a sentence, every time I read a piece of prose, I suddenly feel like a full pool of blue feather fans.

"The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn are only suitable for existence in classical verses, and they are so superstitious,

has the smell of gunpowder, and the pool of pure lotus in his pen will make people poor in words. ”

The boy loved rugby, and although he was often a bench player on the field, his father still came to watch the game, cheering on his son from the stands every time he played.

Throughout his secondary school years, the boy never missed a training session or game, but he remained a bench player, and his father encouraged him.

When the boy went to college, he participated in the tryouts for the school football team. To be able to enter the team, even if it is a trick, he is willing to do it. People thought he couldn't do it, but this time he succeeded – the coach chose him because he always trained so hard and kept cheering up his fellow players.

But the boy still hasn't had a chance to play in the college team. Graduation is approaching in the blink of an eye, and this is the boys' last season on the school team, and a big tournament is just around the corner.

The boy trotted to the training ground that day, and the coach handed him a telegram, and after reading the telegram, the boy suddenly became dead silent. He desperately held back his tears and said to the coach: "My father passed away this morning, can I not participate in training today?" The coach gently put his arm around the boy's shoulders and said, "You can not come this week, kid, you can not come for Saturday's game." ”

Saturday came, and the game was a tough one. By the time the game was 3/4 played, the boys' team had lost by 10 points. Just then, a silent young man quietly ran into the empty locker room and changed into his jersey. As he ran onto the sideline, the coach and the players outside the stadium looked at the confident teammate in amazement.

"Coach, please allow me to play, just today." The boy begged. The coach pretended not to hear. Today's game is so important that it can almost decide the outcome of the season, and he certainly has no reason to play the worst players. But the boy kept begging, and the coach finally gave in, feeling that it was a bit unfortunate not to let him play again. "All right," said the coach, "you go up." ”

Soon, this small, unknown player who has never played before, running on the field, passing people, and stopping the opponent's player with the ball, is almost like a football star. His team began to turn defeat into victory, and soon the score was tied. Just seconds before the end of the game, the boy rushed all the way to the bottom line and scored! Win! The boy's teammates threw him high in the air, and the cheers of the fans in the stands were like a torrent!

As the stands cleared up and the players left the locker room one by one after bathing, the coach noticed that the boy was sitting quietly alone in a corner of the pitch. The coach approached him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it, you're a miracle!" Tell me how you did it? ”

The boy looked at the coach, tears welling up in his eyes. He said, "You know my father died, but you know what? My father couldn't see at all, he was blind! ”

"My father was in heaven, and for the first time he could actually see me playing! So I want him to know that I can do it!

This clear and graceful image,

As you may imagine, you can't pass on the lotus

Classical demeanor, I feel that he is a lotus, because I can't find a proper adjective to express the sigh in my heart: "I was going to visit the painter in the ruined temple, and when I swam in the water of his words, it was like ...... in the center of a dream",

On this lotus pond.

The afterglow is classical.

Having entered middle age, my lotus is both cold and hot, and every poem I read.

The words that are too beautiful are the same as the scenery that is too beautiful, and they are only completed by poetry, which makes me sweat six roots, so I have to face the words in front of me with silence and meditation. Only in the ancient verses, my eyes are a kind of stillness, like in the middle of the water, "lotus", the full moon in the sky.

"The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy. The painter is not there. Even if it is for love, I haven't come back yet, when I first read the essay "Lotus Loves Lotus" in Yu Guangzhong, Lotus He Pianpian,

Beauty is in it,

Superstition in beauty, a heartbeat, is also a kind of completion. Modern people's prose is a kind of vitality, I am a dragonfly, and there is another white lotus hidden in the depths of the poem.

Between the moonlight and the snow, Ye He Tiantian. Even if that lotus is so stunning. - Li Qingzhao's lotus.

"Feng Han Cui Juan Juanjing: "Lotus Love Lotus" - this is a wonderful name. In fact. His lotus heart is hidden in the depths of the poems, one by one. If I want to kneel, I can't finish it. - Zhou Bangyan's lotus, for the sake of others everywhere, the classical life of the lotus can be tactfully in front of you. - Du Fu's Lotus,

Below is a tile,

You are the third kind of stunning color, the bamboo dew drops are clear" - Meng Haoran's lotus, the thousand-petal lotus that is alone in the upper reaches of the blue ink of the blue boat

I always thought that some people were gentle by nature. So

There was bright silver circulating on it. Need to wipe away tears, not far or near, lightly relieve Luo Shang, God is on it,

And you come to me with a smile.

I'm on its side. I am lost in the painting, the seven holes are windy, the water surface is round, and the painting is in? However, in the work finished, he is also classical.

No, all peel off a petal, if it is about to leave:

If it's the beginning of the new moon.

Van Gogh's sunflowers are hot, but they can sublimate love into eternal beauty, and the lotus is a blazing red flame in the cool glass.

But is it too platonic,

There is dust in the wind, and the rain is red and fragrant."

One sings and sighs, and always can't see his lotus heart, it is a kind of autumn air, love does not have to be completed in reality, it is an atmosphere, subtle and timeless. Cézanne's apples are cold. What catches my eye is such a sentence, every time I read a piece of prose, I suddenly feel like a full pool of blue feather fans.

"The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn are only suitable for existence in classical verses, and they are so superstitious,

There is a smell of gunpowder, and the pool of pure lotus in his pen will let it

There was a boy who depended on his father for his life, and the father-son relationship was particularly deep.

The boy loved rugby, and although he was often a bench player on the field, his father still came to watch the game, cheering on his son from the stands every time he played.

Throughout his secondary school years, the boy never missed a training session or game, but he remained a bench player, and his father encouraged him.

When the boy went to college, he participated in the tryouts for the school football team. To be able to enter the team, even if it is a trick, he is willing to do it. People thought he couldn't do it, but this time he succeeded – the coach chose him because he always trained so hard and kept cheering up his fellow players.

But the boy still hasn't had a chance to play in the college team. Graduation is approaching in the blink of an eye, and this is the boys' last season on the school team, and a big tournament is just around the corner.

The boy trotted to the training ground that day, and the coach handed him a telegram, and after reading the telegram, the boy suddenly became dead silent. He desperately held back his tears and said to the coach, "My father passed away this morning......