Let me recall the interesting things in the big hills, is more inspired in my writing, is the recent work Wang reprinted, I hope to share with friends and the majority of northeast Yunnan, Teana comes from rhythm.
sub-banks of the sea in autumn whispers
1 corner to deep yellow crescent and a arrogant Morningstar, Dashanbao Rising Sun in the light and shadow, in the sky on a dark and deep, Heart rate relative to each other echoes.
getting dark folk songs ringing in its ears down, as the dawn of the deep shadow, layer by layer tightly wrapped; and cheerful look forward to getting the eyes light up, as the water sub-sea, in Japan the pace, the waves in silence broke into ripples of the golden joy.
my crane, this time, you leave for a foreign land far away from it?
2 dew only temporary, frost is not far.
spiritual words, clean, clear blue and transparent, like the morning dew of the grass in shallow crystal clear, simple and persistent, trivial but fine.
If you believe that you Chiyu across the sound, is brought to a floral Xiang Xi, then, please follow this trail came to an appointment of sweet flowers, and brought back to the heart in full bloom; if Do you think waiting for the quiet early morning dew, is a kind of revel in the eternal nature, then please release the flowers in the mountains covered with red sun, collection for the kiss of love.
3 bundle that a few fiery Chrysanthemum stitched on the edge of ravines, gently belated love.
these or deep or shallow flowers head held high, blooming beauty of a wild Zhu Zhu, the pair set off in the weeds of the winding path, followed by lit. Managing the warm sun, the heart was brought back to our look into the distance, one by one collection.
lonely yellow, this season is a classic smile, warm and fresh injuries. Lonely height, flying distance, the wings of poetry can only be used to measure the heart.
curling wisp of curved road, custodial crane go far!
4 is sadness but also joy TUNE, passing scenery of the blue, blue moon.
blue sky is a big rolling hills, magnanimous yellowish brown, a reddish oil paints to wipe out the sun.
like the germ of the atmosphere, the slightest sound, that is Qiuchong murmur in the wilderness. Whispering, the broken pieces,UGGs, the scenery will be staring a little bit of peeling and other small tweet light.
Repulse Bay wearing a heap at Bar-headed Goose and Ruddy Shelduck, Jiji and asked, flopping off the water to do the nest full of chatter in the story, the legend was comfortable and Tianshi time.
5 fall in the heart of these treasured memories, stung by rumors spread thirty-five!
wind grafted at your fingertips, sad secret.
who released Xu Xu's notion, wayward flight? Who looked up and obsessed with attention, monopoly night and day? Who, sang songs led by the intestine, through the years of sadness?
this singing scissor to cut a thin red twin memory, a desolation, a desire to tell it back to the autumn, and the dream light, mountain at the end, the budding eyes, will be with you far-ranging flight!
6 The pain from time to time grasping the hand of our emotions, in the heart dance, fall back on the blue surface of the sea son this lake, point a dark red, dry bundle of several engine stems, started a mountain, and called a few grains birds, so I looked glance heart, noble and elegant crane from us just how close!
afternoon time I heard footsteps, the sound, since the soil Flaring, gateway to diffuse through the Muqiu; I heard the cranes return to their homes in the voiceless, the voice sounded from the sky, with the naive feeling, without any explanation from the person they broke into the mind.
cloud around one another, gradually Shoulong wing wizard, like the crescent meet with Morningstar, black-necked cranes, clear to the banks of the sea son, Kingston standing, Yujiebingqing!
through early winter fog miss
1 fog, dense fog, launched a huge Chi Yu, the Dashanbao this wrapped layers of barren land, the sea son this side of cold quietly freezing cold lake.
soft wind, endless wind; but not light wind, warm wind. Into the fog, it struck into the cold early winter and into the mud covered with grass, deep into the vast void.
and I become more worried, my crane, Snapshots of coming and going deep in my soul, I can not find your swamp next to the former appearance, no time like water flow away from beginning to end.
2 that you return the message, that is how joy.
we excitedly spread the news in the mountain, in the wilderness, in the lips ears convey such a happy sweet.
always sunny in the afternoon, carrying you feel nostalgic for their homeland, their friends, passing the sea water surface sub bright and clean this predicament, should be and the Black-headed Gull, Ruddy Shelduck, Bar-headed Goose, the The gorgeous birds can grow lush grass in the lake.
plant to go on, of course, I always miss never-ending, accompanied by a long latent dependent HIV dark desire, and rushes from the mountains around the poems.
3 may want to leave the ground toward the blue sky subtilis, perhaps buried in the hearts of gorgeous yellow flowers like Shoulong.
horizon reminds me of the enemy brigade alone, a figure cut thin, yellow line Dianran the song before the winding paths, it is not conceivable end subtilis have been difficult to open even if it is a star He is still walking calmly marching to extend a string of strong footprints.
fog filled world is not exhaustive, the wind whistling and the tsunami do not blow away, but fortunately we and the enemy as homing heart has a light, Yingying shine, warm as spring.
4 from the inner light that is the beginning of winter heating season only thing I can flame.
because of commitment to it, those in the silent side of Crane Lake children, has become the most hard wind silhouette; because the miss, they miss in the evening in the walk has become a very persistent fog in the picture.
roadside bushes, ice has been hobbled, whisper wet mind, or comfort in the love language. In front of you, I do not hide my tracks, even if falls, and what could be considered, you will see, I will fly in from the side of the vast desert is called the banner of hope!
5 on the journey of life in the United States, you are destined to fly not mind the sea son.
beat despite crushing the ice in the pale cheek, despite the cold wind Shouying frozen ear scratch, I stubbornly think that you can not see the other side of me, but I wonder, how to find the ferry?
lone man in the lake, ah, would look back on the Mouguang littered the ground, dripping splashes of melody. I just want to, just want to send you a ray of wind, you just want to bring a greeting to the cold sea son not to the face of it to meet your span of a fly, let us not be separated in the fog at the end of the season Phase Loss forget themselves!
6 since the annoying wind led to cut my intestines miss, since the thick fog I looked up into the line of sight to be confused, then I could do was abundant in the weeds on the fields of emotion, face Zi, is a carefully constructed house where we met, when in the solitude I can appreciate those little thin happiness.
The cottage has accompanied wildflowers, waterbirds dependent, black-necked crane, I will be the occasion of each winter and spring, waiting for cool wind, the rain dripping waiting, waiting for we do not need to maintain a lifetime commitment!
the sky above the return of the Timing
1 blue, pure blue, transparent blue, in the sky above, there are clouds for company. Elegant cranes flying in the blue and white background, the broken pieces delivered to splash the birds can go shallow in the early companions.
sea son of the Bi-ares is full of the blue, clarity and Antian, wealth and leisure, there are in this season full of the most enthusiastic and persistent call.
follow the voice coming from the direction of Cape Oh, I finally found you, this is how much of my life eagerly looked back, only ushered in the first years of tens of thousands of times your beaming open?
2 than in the worldly pleasures, I have come wading along the criss-crossing the blood, where the search with heart yearning, a crush.
fog replaced by the sun, meadow wake up in a dream, Shen Nong's yellow heart full season. This simple patches of color Dianran the locust leaf a bon bon, extended away, rolling ever, clearly is a huge paint out of the painting-like color, filled with structured Shining Italian state.
you return, the sky clouds to fade, opening it out and a bright look, come on, here is show you all the beautiful stage.
3 wind walk on the grass,UGG boots clearance, love in the wind drift.
do you nest from the water off, and Sky show the companions in the broad freedom of flying. In the afternoon of bright sun in the sky, meadow, I was pleasantly surprised to see that you and your partner from coming to my end of the line of clouds, hovering over my head, long stay, and I had a very moving and romance.
meet this beautiful miss only belongs to us, there were numerous shed light golden petals, bent to kiss you all the love this mountain it, here are my sweet sad, bitter song!
4 the clear water swept over marsh, full and warm.
prospective water neighbors, and more fortunate and stop, no matter how distant crane, the crow will follow one after another, the grand return of sub-sea cranes.
This multi-voice sound of nature will ring in the shallow side, called the chaos of the original lonely and boring in the winter, the lake has to Qingling Yang Qi of the ripples. Even lost myself, I also willing to cross the wetlands carefully pre-trap, you call the song, step by step toward your territory.
and I can not end before the line, as is already the melody does not bother you at ease.
5 who can glimpse the lake through the changing state of mind, who can retain the shade of grass ever? I would like to take your crystal of
eyes, hope one day the stars outside, wash with cool silence inside my impetuous; I would like to take your quiet Maxine Hong Kingston, hold no sway in the wind under white clouds look, with the virtuous inclination to drive away the shadows of winter.
messenger you are my soul, you are my soul's refuge, and when you reach the sky carrying Timing of youth, I will be forming one of the lake, I will luxuriant wetland weeds , Way back we have similar landscape, lit forever Yujiebingqing!
6 full sun Lang Lang, the initial feelings do not change, wanted to come to your beautiful, but also with the mountain in full bloom in the Hai Zi.
love my love because in each fine time, each staggered twilight, crossing each of the unknown, I will dive in the wind, Foster I will not stop AIDS expectations of a long dark !
dies I will not wander outside of life, even in turn spread the fog came in the evening, do not be afraid, black-necked cranes, I will dream tonight harvested in the sky the stars, and your Timing will wake up tomorrow, then a gushing out of the sun! arrived in the bright sunshine
stage
1 an ancient stars alone in the deep blue sky and bright, the sea son watched its silent bare the Tianshi time.
wind trace, passing the wilderness, even if the occasional crane Diming sounded, it will not ripple or the inclusion disturb the quiet here.
this quiet is so broad, Chung over my body and mind, I can feel the quiet light of the vision, Heming whispering balderdash, style nurtured Fang Xin, the bright morning light.
Oh, this a clear and quiet, the scenery of the road out of print ... ...
2 a crane song guide, I slipped into the shadow of the twilight light of early dawn of the Xi.
ravine where the water go very hurried, from time to time from my side over, grass, stones and vines are left it is not live. It is lopsided footsteps, like a remote control is to rush to a date, or festival, was actually so happy and panic.
water is so young and clean, Che like a mirror, just like love. Each time a little turned around, as if the skirt ruffles, inadvertently dodging the smooth skin, such as silver, winding away in the morning light.
please wait for me, I will follow you, to find the hearts of the surging passion!
3 gradually brightened in the early morning, the cranes came in the wake of calls from the dream, one after another, the competition between the phase-ming, is the migration of the sunrise xiao sheng is the Hai Zi side Zhanlu sincerity.
through the vision of early winter, with clouds continue to swim magnificent Xia. With the Rays rich layers of color change, Heming and more dense, every now and then like the rain; clouds more beautiful, gorgeous flower.
in an instant, gave birth to the sun for a long time without any explanation would leap out of the water, the sea full of sub-lit golden, filling the gold genetically related, burst out crying of happiness, came rushing in all directions, spreading away -
4 Heming everywhere, called the chaotic morning. Golden sun the sea son finger aside the corrugated, Shengtai He played with the water's edge of each plume group.
these circumstances, everyone will marvel at the shadows of your elegant, graceful and elegant of birds can dance, the stage reached in the sun very bright, and bright. Who would think of may have, in order to show you in this regard all the beautiful stage, has experienced what you camped, after the kind of hardships, but also through what kind of difficulties and obstacles?
these are no longer important, beautiful and hard this is to co-exist, you fly against a consistent Muqiu the raw cold, aloof figure you stand out as the warmth of spring.
5 magnanimous sunshine and abundant life after another, drifting clouds, the passion of youth to take off with the pair of cranes all over the mountains, this magnificent rendering of time and space was very romantic and vast.
cranes fly away after the lake is a vast blue, blue fairy tale, fantasy-like blue; so blue and deep, so blue pure blue was restrained. I do not know what the sea when the child pulled a piece of the sky down and takes into his own mind? I do not see it to the surrounding landscape, through the bright and clean water, through a pure heart, to have seen everything, all offering to the heavenly clouds.
6 Chiyu crane across the ethereal sound of the wind, as if towards the eternal wandering of the time.
flying in the vast stage, fly under the blue Sky, in the golden rays in the fly, to fly in pure freedom - I like to listen to the sun watching the flowers, fluttering streamer to listen to the publicity.
this piece of the sky filled with moving, this birth of a verdant meadow, this piece of intelligence co-operate cranes tell, I no longer have such thin wisp of wind in a hurry. Black-necked crane, I would like you to soulful eyes to the earth along the spiritual path, a solid pace with persistent forward to the future!
being scattered golden mountains Mountains Wizard
1 child from the sea water off the surface, tilt the wings black and white, carried the golden dawn, headed in all directions, the crane Oh, scattered rolling hills in the large hill.
bright sunshine, mountains and vast open spaces. Simple and time bound morning busy, despite the fall season, have already disappeared in the depths of the mountains can be plowed will find some food. Those exposed corner of the potatoes, there will always be sharp eyes locked Cape, picked up the bill with its long, stretched it out neck and swallow down the belly.
it will crow cuckoo, call David Crane pecking this delicious meal, and then dedicated to the best of its dependents, a crane so appreciate the profound feelings of those little happiness.
2 on the slopes early winter after the harvest of buckwheat, is the farmer bundled up and support each other stand, Peng from the mature canopy. Choose a sunny time, agricultural people in twos and threes, to spread straw in the drying yard, to be wandering Big Mac with the mountain in the fieldwork, to use the labor-related position, the connecting rod thrown from the threshing, beating out the piles of golden wheat, the blood and sweat, the reality and expectations are headlong pocket, and married into the low courtyard, collected soil Leiqi houses.
left lying in the ground that the grain, they live in a plowed ditch, it was only a tiny insignificant speck in the vastness of the sun. But instead, millions of grains of wheat, potatoes and turnip, fed each new year the cranes flew over here.
3 look all year round, with a walk in the sun in the text, in layman's language to express our warehouse full of the joy people express Hefa Dashanbao the nature of love from the heart.
Lueqi a pool of water, poured into a cloud drifting across the sky, the sky was beautiful rainbow on the surge. The water is warm to bypass the village grow food touch the land, with the virtuous and loving family-like mind, ironing with toil love returned.
Let us join hearts into things with this season, gave birth to life to return to the silent earth, guardian of bone in the depths of perseverance Zheng.
4 This is how a group of dedicated mountain spirit Yeah, they are remote from the north toward the southern border, a crane's call and merged into a symphony of freedom, without hesitation, no sadness, no fear of long-distance travel, brave hardship and never hide the truth of heart, never mind the desire for burial, with the beating wings of situation, the blue sky and white clouds in the Indian context stack, and describe an uppercase a constant direction!
between heaven and earth, in the mountains above, they are filled with the love of the sun and warm, and never sunk the hearts of faith in hope, as always, to find freedom and happiness of living space.
5 when the sapphire blue of the sky because of fog and unexamined, when the bright sun because the clouds and twinkling, you will not lose self-direction,UGG boots cheap, you will not cherish the once sunny?
love, need to guard with their lives, but also threw monopoly night and day. If the protection of love lost, and then good will will be sadly helpless, broken without any results.
love when we cherish it difficult to grasp the hearts of the concerns, we will cherish the rare times, we will create a festive atmosphere to enjoy once again, we will have a steady and those who chew ordinary but trivial happiness.
6 Do not disturb the tranquility of the mountains, do not cut it close late in the clouds, do not cut off the wings and wind return Crane's whisper.
love life is a green vine with thick woven network of pace in our never ending, and it been growing bigger, the earth and sky in full bloom, bloom of nature's eternal , in full bloom with our colorful life!
I still desire aromatic Chuaizhuo share, to allow more people to ease into this attitude of love is called Green Net, black-necked crane, when the addition to the scattered mountain golden happiness, and we are pleased with the review and the end of time you fly of joy!
vast snowy bloom of the verse
1 last night, the snow lay out the name of holiness, invitation to bring a warm sun and clean the atmosphere and return to this vast land of snow.
not flooded all the snow, the snow will not forget all the snow line the edge of the lake's junction with the sea son, is a clusters, clouds of snow hugging the cranes, like an arrogant Zhu Zhu trees. They stand out of the sophistication and insisted on the beauty of winter in the open and low-key morning, passing the artful secrets.
sunshine will make it fly, only the sun would give it hopes will make it only the sun from all the collections in the journey through the pain and hardships.
2 The festival is destined to heavy snow.
no reservation, no sign of snow to drift from the near dusk, the sky in the fading. At first the snow was so calm and soulful, and later it is so dense and diffuse his hand, poured wanton, reckless, in the twilight lingering hearty flaunt, give vent to their feelings with long storage, there were numerous written with poems.
mighty snow, snow Jingjing, Yingying is the fire in winter sowing to the appearance of ice, hot heart, lit the eyes of the season, soothe our souls -
good a Yufeng dance!
3 crane was also owned by dusk. Despite the chaos the snow
confuse the whereabouts of the previous line, although the extension of the fog interfered with the eyes of the search, the crane will still follow the call of peers come and go, fly to the sea water to do this son sleep.
Timing cranes through time drawing the unyielding desire, even if hidden in the fog created by vertical and horizontal grid of civilization, or even fatal wounds, but also insist on the same flight. You see, that is, the accomplices of the cold this winter, it ever had frozen wings of the wind?
early winter snow in this heart of the holy solace and fragrance, and carries the vast land of verdant and hope.
4 into the wilderness after a snow white, clean paper, the sun is a gorgeous colorful pen, I do not know the wind blowing with great hands, can paint the sea son the most beautiful scenery. Snow Grains
with bright sun shining in a small tree Smart eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky thousands of stars. Burning Snow, increasingly deep blue sky, snowy field moist and fresh, I seem to see large tracts of green swing into my heart, my tears stained the sparkling green skirt ... ...
in this vast world I was the only singer in the face the face of the earth white, I drink from a temple of the wind and frost, the ups and downs of the landscape inside taste alone.
5 dress this season, clearly is cold blooming flowers, gentle and simple, covered with mountains, and deep winter so restrained.
ahead in the sights, have no pen and paper, only the blue sky and the earth diarrhea goes to white, and only run of the sun and moved to tears, and only dreams of love long hair in the wind.
autumn grass is to it? Roads flower is it? Is the enemy like it? Playback scattered memories in my mind, like the old yellow pages in the heart of the corridor.
suddenly snow, your dignified and open-minded, so I learned will be remembered for sinking heart, aging in the depths of years, my weak heart, has been docked and the rest in your open minds.
6 the snow soft and the hard soil, these cranes vivid a lonely wilderness. Snow is the bedding, the crane is the scenery, the complexity and burnout has not yet come before the gaudy everything outside the door were shut in the winter, so full of quiet Shen field reserved for Yujiebingqing concentrated.
the heart of winter I see the lights of hope as it is a never idle lever, pull action requires hard bow, ripped through the spiritual path, with enough perseverance, over the dense cold reach the other side of the spring -
, let's shake off the dust together, and the lines and songs, black-necked cranes, brighter birds can in your guidance, we are bound to a solid footprint on the earth Write the poem in full bloom!
spreading Tianshi twilight time
1 love each Heming has called dawn, dusk has a love for each crane nests.
I love the way each of the dawn, indulge in every such evening, this is my little guardian of the sea son secret. Only a crane, in the early morning dream, from the Lake of the lips, sent waves of echo of the eternal moment cemented. Timing turn, sooner or later change, but also the same crane, in the darkening sky, from the mountains of arms, arranged in teams of sky cranes back to front the hour, the night reverted to a dream pillow Tee Sang.
sunrise and flying, and sunset, cranes, also to the farmers as a respite in the big hills this land, simply repeat the simple, Tianshi time.
2 more like lake in the afternoon leisurely.
always times like this, you will see a typical farmer attire of the figure, was carrying a basket full of corn, hay walk through the water covered beaches, to the rest of the meadow cranes. Cranes close to shore, she grabbed a handful of corn, raised arms in the air and made a beautiful arc Road. The food of the golden sun shining in the golden light, the temptation to drink a pecking cranes to a breakdown of leisure time.
the only elegant and noble only the most naive way to Cape village close to the twelfth lunar month, fluttering Chi Yu, excited to peck, uttered a cheerful crowing sound, so happy and warm.
3 a blue lake, put the gap at col rolling, washing our dusty eyes. Ear through the air, off the flow of a piece of grass skirts, bare the shallow depths of the cranes lazy mood.
silent earth, the village is full of fantasy. After lunch, the cranes are bathed in a clean and brighter sunshine, or the neck bent into the fluffy Chiyu be a dream afternoon; or head beak immersed in cool water, dumped a bunch of cheerful drops; there are some interdependence by twos and threes, affectionate, so that his mouth was full of the Hai faint trace strands of love. This winter, one of the chapters, so demure. In the mortal world, I find hidden in the haystack on the hill and feel the warmth of the sun in the planted sections, and all the cranes on top, trying to reach the heights of life, the harvest hit the sidewalks on the apex of happiness.
4-like tenderness of water flooding in the wilderness, all the depression and distress have quietly receded, leaving a net Long sky and the earth to breathe freely in the wind on the mood.
horse has only run speed, the depth of the hooves in hay in the distant wake up grasslands on the constant vibration of light, into the distance. Every drop of dew glistening have a their own happiness, spreading away in the pasture, I collect the morning dew from the Yingying, as the stars through the night did not extinguish the light.
the crane Chiyu clear that pairs of pulp, gash in the blue sky in a clear way, lead us to confront the direction forward.
5 there are some ups and downs of the winter river flows in, there is a desire to make a nest in the water noise sound, this gentle and kind-hearted side of life can be extended to the land, and those wonderful moments quietly collection.
the depths of winter standing in the twelfth lunar month,UGG shoes, so no child charm Yiyi a crane, and then no one is so stirring sounds of nature, no a gesture so we can be so dependent through the winter.
great beauty does not talk, big sound thin sound. Should be allowed to stand silent, Lei Cheng Lai-day landscape stack; should be allowed to leisurely flight, imprinted in the moving heart. The wind can be very exciting to testify, because the advent of cranes, vast, crystal-clear sea, son, from not quiet.
6 gather all the melodies, gathered all of the dance, between the sky and the lake, between the morning and evening, every day thousands of tenderness are spreading into the landscape. regardless of habitat or the fly
are cranes in the sub-sea free symphonic tribute. Timing words composed of bright, flowing in the sun to tell, these cross-echoes Gudang, became dormant spring movement.
the holiday in the sun, should be allowed to surging from the sun, life filled with vitality and health. Black-necked crane, you must piece feather light, lit the blue air of reverie; million times you call, filled with spring lines; there are ten million never stop singing, the stirring of our One year crazy!
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