That cup of bitter tea is slowly evaporating the heat.

Several pieces of green tea are frolicking and jumping in the cup.

The midday sun outside the window lazily hits the scattered books, emitting a sunny liveliness.

State the case

Just finished reading a dream of red mansions, my heart is flying in Baodai, and my thoughts are myriad. "If there is no romance, I will meet him in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, why is your heart empty in the end? " A kind of contradictory feelings, lingering for Daiyu's life, only ended in a sigh.

Meditation, trying to cross the life of lovers in the red chamber and understand their joys and sorrows.

The stone generation is full of flowers, and Wu Gong is empty to remember her son's home. The effect is not to laugh at the women in the east village, but to wear yarn by the white stream.

Yu Ji's heartbroken and dark night, Yu You hates his eyes; Peng Gan is influenced by his age. How can he drink a sword like Chu Zhang?

Fei Ming is absolutely gorgeous and stunning, thin and ancient in beauty; Even if the king is light-colored, what kind of painter will he seize power?

Examples of green beads and gravel beads are thrown out, but why is Wei Shi so charming? They were all born before the stubborn blessing, and they were more comfortable and lonely.

The red sword man talks about his own differences, and the beauty of the eye knows the end of the road; Yang Gong curtains, who is still alive and can't hold her husband?

Thinking of "five beautiful songs", I couldn't help but be moved and began to paint.

In an instant, the words are beating and the heart is beating.

In an instant, time freezes and history reverses.

A drop of water suddenly fell on the calm cup surface, rippling. =

Just like me, I ended up in a tearful story.

Life is as long as you think.

Yes, write with feelings, keep feelings when writing, and return to history with words.

Yes, writing has brought me back to history and witnessed the reality. History is revived in writing and rewritten in thinking.

The situation of others, printed with their own shadow, their own self-pity, in the words of the hero's forced retreat.

There are always too many doubts, always open their eyes to see through everything, so the thinking mind orders those who don't want to rest to write.

However, I am still confused.

Confused good people will never be rewarded, and confused lovers will never get married.

However, this kind of thinking has turned me from a narrow inner world into a vast universe, from confusion to reason.

Push open the window and put the green mountain into the room.

Smile and look up.

Just think about it!

Anterior and posterior anaphora

Pick up the tea, the right temperature. It gives people a bitter and sweet feeling.