Charm of words China's words are very charming. They tell vivid stories and sing touching songs with unique dances. Butterflies not only remind me of "Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies", but also remind me of Liang Zhu's flying away, which not only reminds me of "Liu Suo's shadow, but also reminds me of a butterfly dream". The falling flowers gently tap the water, the butterflies linger around quietly, the quiet woman leans against the building, the thin wan fan covers the melancholy powder face, and there are several silver strings between the blue clouds. The fluttering butterfly shadow haunts my heart, and she silently says, "If we meet again, Huang Die will be sad tomorrow." In January, Sichuan smoke, the city wind. A wanderer in a foreign land has seen all the exotic colors, let go of all his dreams, and after covering his youthful face with a layer of dust, a little sense of loss has spread and grown in his heart. Therefore, we need to find a quiet place to rest our tired body and mind. In the face of a lonely moon, I miss my hometown at the other end of the bright moon, and wine turns into acacia tears. Someone said, "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." Liu "Liu is inextricably linked with the willows on the roadside, which is irresistible and a little sad." Folding willows to bid farewell to a friend who is about to leave is just "holding hands and looking at each other with tears, but I am speechless." The catkins flying all over the sky have also become lingering tears of parting. Only the breeze in Yang Liuan shuttles among the willows. Looking back, I only know that it is like a lingering moon in the sky ... The wind "jathyapple has a dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles gentle." The wind is a affectionate seed, shaking off the fine wind chimes under the eaves, like a string of chaos shaking off people's hearts, and like a little sweetness. Breeze, path, bamboo forest. The wind blows, stirring the hair and brushing the face, as smooth as silk. The wind keeps us from getting close to tenderness, because she is also willful. She was not happy, so she blew out Brother Shu's "hair". If she is happy, she will be "Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan". The musical instrument "I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings" is a fifty-string instrument. I like to see a woman dressed in a plain clothes, sitting in front of her, fiddling with the strings of lovesickness with her delicate hands, telling the old grievances of Tianya. But she still believes that "love is hard to get rid of before the day is old", so "the pipa string says acacia" The white skirt fluttered with the wind, and a drop of clear tears fell on the string and broke into pieces! Silk grass is growing and willow silk is curling. Only those who cling to haggard know, but those far away never know. Flowers bloom all over the world. Who is the bright moon? Love turns into tears, which is also a waste of time. Graceful willows in the wind are the sadness of Iraqis, silk-thinking? These words are so charming that I can't extricate myself from them.