When Huaxia is full of energy, the void is scorching and the grass is declining. Zhongtutian's furniture millet grass, Derun Fangbo asked silk. The ancient wheat of the city is ripe and waits for the sickle, and the cloud mirror and the lonely lamp shines on the thorny hedge. Zhuer Taihong carries thousands of miles, and plays in the morning and evening.

Millet is not Xin, Mingde is Xin. He is separated, and he is the seedling. The harvest of the treasure millet is abundant, and the one who does not feel the show is also abundant. The metaphor is that Ma Jia is the seedling of the cloud mirror.

The Taoist books of group performances are easy to understand. Each page is concise and engraved, and the two-color black and white is like a birthmark. After a few strokes, the mystery is secretly sent. The two children are literate and interpreted, and they are new to rivers, lakes and maritime affairs. The shallow and wonderful show the subtlety, and the obscurity inspires the ambiguous soul. In the first and only two ways, the young and smart are different.

The villain book implies mystery, and there are few words to explain the purpose of the scriptures;

Comic strips are more important than conciseness, and they are easy to understand at a glance.

A book of clear words and condensation drawings, two readings of revelation and entertainment. Ma Jia thought that he had nothing to hide, and he sent the spiritual platform to be ignorant. Not only sweet fruit and melon feet, not love toffee ice gourd. I haven't explored the mystery for many days, and I live in peace behind closed doors. The child's love of play will not last, and he will not abandon his painting books and be lonely. There is no wonder between square inches, but it is unexpectedly left in the corner.

Abandoning their theories, reciting their techniques, abolishing their words, and going against their deeds will surely prevent the wonderful formula from being passed on to the world.

Sigh, innocent childlike who belongs, opening the book is beneficial and joyful. After reading it, the childish child abandoned the thoughtful way, and deleted the complicated and simplified to deceive himself. Under the pretense of cultivating the truth, the secret is forgiving. Scratching the itch and forgetting the boots, people are worried about sitting in the well. It's a pity that one scale is more than half a claw, and it is not exhaustive. The false interpretation error is due to ignorance, and it has a beginning and no tail. Debate and talk about the mystery into the table, and compete for the high and the wonderful and wrong. Shaking his head and shaking the branches, wrinkling his nose and making a fool of himself. The clouds in the water see the moon, and the saddle is trapped in the fog. Strive to excavate the soil and mountains, and look forward to the recent stumbling.

The two children know the joy of fish, and the former master judged the eight teachings and said: hidden, passed, different, round, paused, gradually, secret, and uncertain.

Look at the two, the three are like a ruin, and the four abandonment books are like chaff. Drawing books on thin paper with insects, waste crumbs and old sacs with the rats. Lost and dusty, lost in the corners of the wall. It's a new chapter yesterday, and it's all broken today.

I hope that the new book will be read every day, but I disdain to comment after reading it;

Occasionally chanting old sentences can be changed at will, and it doesn't hurt to be honest and happy.

The morning sun rises and shines on the cloud mirror, and the breeze slowly comes around the bamboo pavilion. The new shadow of the ancient locust leaves is slight, and the new seedlings are weak. Li woman has no intention of looking at books occasionally, and drawing the corners of the dust pile of book crumbs. frowned and shouted loudly, staring at Wu Ke. Si Yi lowered his head in fright, silently speaking, and his face was thin. It's strange to pretend to be deaf like a stuffy reed, and even more annoyed to pretend to be blind like a blind crocodile. angrily screamed "hob sun", disgusted with a hundred sentences of discipline. Holding a stick, he grabbed Jia Erti, and asked him how to squander.

Often disgusted with stupidity, Li women rarely teach in the morning and evening, holding sticks and fingers to draw ears, which is also a scene.

The cloud mirror is cold and the clouds are snow-white, and the twilight glow reflects the golden lotus. The wild pond is shallow and ancient, and the Li woman sneers at the ducks and geese. Taihong is not afraid of a thin neck, and he is not ashamed to quibble with a cheeky face: "The barbarian boy is not used to change his mind, and the thin stream scoundrel competes for songs." Abnormal apostasy and loss of morality, ignorance and fear of desolation. Picture books and albums are not true love, and there are a lot of residues. I only have a good understanding of the classics, how can I carve a boat and love a spider. ”

From evening to dawn, not for shifting. Although there is a kind of bad learning, if you can't bear it, you can't make up for the world.

With great pride, the "good aunt" gasped in shock, angry and angry. Without waiting for Siyi to say in detail, he scolded Jia Lang with a stick. Domestic violence is ignored, and the curse is very rebellious. Taihong's flesh is cracked, and his skin is soaked with blood. The poor hard head has no dodge, and his unique arrogance is arrogant. Li Nu gritted her teeth and whipped violently, raising her eyebrows and looking sour and cold. Look at the stubborn and stubborn stone, and look at it is really perverse. Tears can endure the fall, and Li Yin knows the pain of his mother. A few Yang wanted to stop letting go, and he was impatient and forceful, and he was sad. Hate the stupid child secretly bumping, and the ghostly barbarian baby is too stubborn.

The skeleton is ignorant of civil engineering, and he loves books and poems at dusk;

Lai Yousi Yi was three or five years old, and the Li woman beat up the child idiot.

The thunderbolt was clear, and Minglang was afraid to look at the "good aunt", and his anger was as little as a thunderbolt. The iron mask swept away the gentle face, and the loving mother became a strict father. Shocked, embarrassed, suddenly lost his soul, panicked and hesitated. After a long time, Fang Jue returned to calm his nerves, but saw the rod swing and the axe. Secretly ashamed and sad, he knelt on the ground before the mourning. was willing to be punished for his younger brother, crying and begging the Li woman to hug Jia Fu.

Who should be the child, the rebellious little scholar;

The cloud mirror dwells in the wilderness, and the fence repels the birds.

Last night will continue the old sorrows, and it will be difficult to eliminate the new losses today. In vain, he was embarrassed and pitiful, not just swallowing acid and silent. "Good aunt" frowned and slapped sadly, holding high and scolding. Wheezing and wailing, he turned around and pursed his lips to be stupid.

Although the stick is gone, the mother hates the child's foolishness;

The embarrassment of life, scolding Huai is not exhaustive.

The clouds and mirrors are sparsely cultivated, and the snow is dancing in the hot days. Jia Ziwei smiled privately, blinking his eyebrows and curling his lips. stuck out her tongue and peeped into the hall, pulling her legs and sneaking away. Wanli was embarrassed and embarrassed, and suffered pain for no reason. Hanging his head and following the near fence, he slowly paced to the edge of the pond. Stop under the ancient acacia for a moment, and secretly swallow the sour wheat field. Looking around for a long time, I didn't feel tears in my eyes. Occasionally raise your eyes to look at the noise of crows, and watch the young eagles spread their wings and hang in the distance. Suspicious Tai Hongchi is in a hurry, urging frolicking without delay. Go back to the speed to hold the melon ripe, a big blue fresh and evenly round.

Those who are content are expensive, and those who are short of things must fight, and those who fight for humanity are also in great trouble, so it is better to stop being taught.

Yunjing is all the small, who is obedient, only Tai Hongsheng Jia's family. The wild pond is quiet and the water is clear, and the ancient trees are verdant and blooming. "Trick-or-treating" is an ordinary meal, and the gourd essence is easy to hide strange evils. Morning and dusk continue to make trouble, and the black spider who fell into the web alive. Leap and run to swim in the river, and frolic in the stream to catch crabs and shrimps. Even though the smoke came out, he didn't care about the cold moon and slanted his body.

The things that the husband cultivates, the tools of mowing, the field husband and the wild can distinguish it, and the recommended gentry doctor has insight but cannot be named.

Panic fell from the sky, and Minglang was overjoyed in an instant. stroked his arms and eyebrows, and looked at it secretly, and pitied his brother for the scoundrel. Before speaking, his face was full of scars, and he couldn't help but stab his heart. Shocked to see Jia Tong suddenly soaring, silently glad that Gu Shutai.

The young bamboo is lovely, and the frost and snow are thin;

The ancient acacia is a scoundrel, and the wind flowers fill the ditch.

The branches are chirping, and the courtyard is green. There is no joy in the deserted village and wild pond, and the poor love to step on the locust. Idle to explore the secrets of the little far, morning and evening frolicking often obedient. Taihong has long forgotten about it, flying barefoot and abandoning his shoes. Holding the melon with his arms open, he collapsed and lifted his knees with all his might. But when I heard a fluttering sound, the two petals bloomed at first. The large pieces are naturally brothers, and the small groups are happy.

Make a golden knife with your bare hands, and cut through the blue round poppy. One hundred and ten points of black ink, two clusters of red crystals. Swallow to remove the smoke and fire, and make the sound of ice and snow when you enter the teeth. Mo Xian is ripe in the sky, not as good as Yunjing jade gourd Qiong.

The clouds are mirrored and the clouds are partial to the noon, and the golden Yaotang is lonely during the day. Sheep, pigs, geese and ducks each walk leisurely, and the lotus buds are not shy and blooming. Minglang held back his tears and held the melon, and he didn't eat half a bite and wanted to move forward. A pair of handsome eyes peep into Siyi, and the cheeks are red and inlaid with black beads. The seed pulp is confused and smeared indiscriminately, covering the blood stains on the face. I can't help but shed tears, and frequently drop round beads and pour green pots. Taihong couldn't look down on it in every possible way, and disdained the fake girl. The thirst is thin in an instant, and the face is full of anger. Throw a little green with your hand, laugh and hug Huai Fu. Slipped a few times and sat on the branch, like a fox. Move back and forth to the phantom, jump high and low and race the pine flyer. Climb the branches to recruit brothers, and go to catch crickets in the morning.

Chickens and ducks by the wild pond, get up early to look at the window, the sun is red like flowers;

The ancient acacia has been perched for a long time, the willow flowers are the power of Yin, and the snow lotus is broken with buds.

The two grass houses in the cloud mirror are quiet, and the sky is high and half a pond is clear and the water is spring. The palace is green and green, and the thin mist is holding the red wheel. Ma Jia is studious and traces the ancient times, and traces the origin to the truth. Explore the mystery of the treasure and push the old and the poor out of the fresh. The reading and chanting flow is exquisite, and the singing reward is perfect at dusk. When I first hear about the empowerment, I will recount the number of Jiazhen. Once you don't forget each other, Bairun is in tune with your heart. Soaring is like climbing phoenix wings, and lifting lightly is just like walking on dragon scales.

Dream of the tiger's tail and sleep with dragon scales.

After dinner, the two children read the Xiaolin chapter in leisure, and suspected that "Ye Gong" was covering up. A metaphor for Ma Zhenjia and a fake dragon, Siyi delusionally identifies himself as a demon Buddha. frowned and looked at Minglang, scratching his head and feeling aggrieved: "I envy the little brother's broad nature, and I am afraid that I am a thing in the pool." Wanli raised his head to look at the Toad Palace, and teased his brother in front of him: "I am fortunate to be driving a horse today, and I will inevitably be in limbo the next day." ”

Lin Fu out of the cloud mirror, Xuanni carries the scriptures. The Hua River is still flowing and blue, and the mountains are green. Luan phoenix perches on thorns, and Kunpeng strives for emptiness. Spring flowers will wait for the coming day, and jade will listen to the moon.

The cloud mirror is sparse and the stars are slightly exposed at night, and the blue dome and bright moon shine on the house. The black magpie and the finch are tired and flying, and the fish and shrimp can be seen. Although he feels that his reason is crooked, Siyi is feeling that he is struggling. The prodigal skeleton sang a Lego song, and Yixing waved his hand and danced with a smile: "Long sigh and the rat is hungry, and I pity the cattle and the desolation." But the Tiger Circle is arrogant and arrogant, and the rabbit garden is reckless. Don't bother the dragon to lie in the nine winters, and don't fight with the snake for no reason. It's sad to kill horses and destroy chariots, so how can you cook sheep and wait for your belly. It is difficult to climb the kiwi fruit and hang green branches, and occasionally listen to the chickens singing in the Xiafu. Suddenly, the dog barked to urge the sencha, and the guests were glad to buy pork breast. ”

Four libraries and three Tibets, shining on the golden stone. The cloud mirror Penghu, Siyi is intimidating. But the sorrow is short, and it is difficult to explore the sea. Ten lines of eyes, at a glance. laughed at "Ye Gong" and spit out his chest.