Moving away from the oil Dongshan community has been five years, think of the time spent there is very good.
Petroleum Dongshan community is an old family area, the vast majority of residential buildings were built in the eighties and nineties of the last century, although there are some years, but are quite sturdy. Just the layout and housing structure area can not keep pace with the times. In the old days, that is also considered a good house.
The Petroleum Dongshan neighborhood is located in Dianzi Street. The street has been widened many times, but it is still narrow. In the old days when bicycles were the norm, it was still OK. In the current era on wheels, it is confined and narrow. This is one of the reasons why many people do not want to live in Shop Street.
In fact, there are many advantages of living there. The air quality is much better than that of the city center, and you can go to the plateau to view the scenery and work out just by taking a step. In April and May, the acacia trees in the mountains are full of acacia flowers, and you can smell the strong scent of acacia flowers in your yard. You can't help but grab a bag and go up the hill to jack up some acacia flowers for a treat. The majority of the loess trees are not high enough to be able to reach them, so every year the people in the yard will go to the loess to pick them.
Walk a short distance to reach the diversion of Weiwei canal, the canal side of the tree sky, asphalt road along the canal side of the extension. Along the canal side of the road to walk forward, tired of sitting on the side of the canal, look at the east flow of the canal, listen to the forest birds chirping, is not lost as a good place to relax and exercise.
And in the spring, young parents will take their children to the plateau kite flying. The green fields, the long lines, the kites flying in the sky, the young parents teasing, a natural beauty.
If you want to climb higher, you have to go farther. Ascending the plateau, into the small farmhouse, playing cards, eat some farm food, standing on the edge of the plateau to see the whole city. In the distance, the Wei River looks like a long chain, and under the light of the setting sun, it glows with golden light. The vast Qinling Mountains look like a still dragon. Stretching along the east-west direction. At this time you will still be disappointed, demoralized, depressed spirit? At this time your courage will be reawakened. Life is hard, but not without hope. Relax, light on the front to meet the rising sun tomorrow, you will usher in a new tomorrow.
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Since the frozen heart of the seal, this a golden lotus, bloomed in the peak of the blue netherworld. Autumn thousand dreams, Jiangnan four seasons like spring. I am in the smoky rain sunset in Jiangnan, soughing willow side of the horizontal flute, a court of Jiangnan spring water blowing wrinkled, dyeing green curved bank of the miserable grass. I often green clothes fluttering, jade belt ò flower cold wind, holding a handle of sandalwood jade fan, walking in the snow smoke filled bamboo stone steps, a series of shallow and long thin foot marks in the back of the meandering. The remaining warmth still exists in the past years, the former disorientation thrown in the wind, I embrace this fresh, resounding steps, back to the location as if the original.
Who is it, the leaf vine test branch, the wind to explore the slanting sun, shy face half covered, whispering heart? Who is it, Shan step to, red cheeks dimple, pink snow skin color tender Ying, rich and delicate posture shocked the living soul? Qin Xian, this butterfly wings of you, this piano drinking you, this in the willow bank in the spring tip of the ink smoked magnolia, in my heart pool waves ripples. I used the purest heart sound to stroke the piper, blowing you into my dream. Dream of you flying flowers dance, the wind and flotsam low wandering, with a touch of my rainy Jiangnan rhyme.
The Jiangnan alley, the rain soft sun, laying all the way poetry moss word daylily, a lace umbrella, open our warmth. In the red, green and thin, we are side by side, hidden strata of the state of mind, light fragrance, vine around the narrow shadow of the quiet love, quiet and warm. Even if you don't speak in silence, there is also a wave that contains all the colors of the three rivers. Some of the things, a belly love, dense lapel. As the clouds and water, green and green ink, only inkstone inferior to that a small window of love. Holding hands, deep in the ancient town, pacing to enjoy the moon. Long Fei smoke phantom butterflies, phase left and right, along with the line between flowers. Look at the river mirror reflecting the two sides of the mirage silhouette, swing rippling Lan brimming, charming Feng Yi, 100,000 heart.
The dusty look back, and the rain and smoke of Jiangnan. And light with the dust flow years, and you snuggle with each other, mutual help. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky, the color of the water, the color of the sky, the color of the water, the color of the water, the color of the water. The heart of the zither is shining fresh, look at each other Tang poetry and Song scriptures, cut a section of the flow of light, wai interest Xiaoxiang, wandering in our secluded paths, elegant out of the world, pointing out the twilight shine smoke and willows. Or, raise a cup of three stone, sound intoxicated, fluttering red stained lapel, a little flotsam around the finger line, let the wheel of the year turn degrees, wind and dust wildly, only you and I, lotus branches, ink pool together.
I am independent of the East Mountain Qionglou, slanting Hong line, raise their eyes far away from the shore of the sandy islets. The clouds and water, the silk to make blue, and see a line of egrets on the sky, evoking my thoughts of you to the end of the world qinxin thick thoughts. Forget, forget, what time is this evening? In the night, the clear waves of the sparkling moonlight, the stars beat the wings of the magpie. The West Building of the East China Sea, I onyx dress by the appendage, a lapel of qin sentiment, look off the end of the road. Cut a beam of moonlight, fry a cup of red wine, crystal moist intestine. The heart pool ripples, dispersing the intoxicating flavor, swaying with the wind, entangled, filled my vision. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
The thought of spreading quietly, want you waves I can not stop. The most important thing is to remember that the lotus branches shake red, the long pavilion singing night, eight hundred miles three send difficult to say goodbye, the absolute singing of the human world. The siren is so loud that it brings tears to people's eyes, and the car opens for a moment to pluck out the heart of pain. It's hard to embrace all the way to happiness, and the laborers hate to lose their souls. Since then, a thousand kinds of attachment, ten thousand kinds of sadness, climbed into the corner of my eye net. The sideburns fly cool, dream picture wavering in the remote paradise. Leaves fall to the city, floating clouds heavy, heart pool refreshing cool. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
West building light, golden bottle shallow. I stand in the corridor of light and shadow, looking back, this curtain was stranded memory, has been like a wisteria flower vine ebbs and flows in the heart of the hedge. This thought, sweet, sad, sad, longing, has been transformed into a river of spring water, do not have to deliberately reminiscent of the ear often comes from the waves patting the shore, the tide falls and rises, when I heartstrings, let the wind whisked my tears fly. A scene of the past, composed of a beautiful montage of images, put me constantly thin, I became as fragile as celadon, in the early spring green pods bloomed in the darkness lost.
My eyes alone shine with a melancholy light, and my heart has no support, suspended in the air. I would love to call you back, to cling to me, and never wander again. I miss, I am attached to, tormented, simmering, pining for you, for you melancholy. I will be full of love with the night, tears wet memories dripping into the waves of the rolling river of emotions. Wings looking at meteors across the sky, will be my heart. The voice into your ear sac. Wings hope that you break through the confinement of the dream, against the current, with me, to revisit the past wind and snow, renewed a world of love splendor.
The cloud platform treasure kite, stroke all the grudges and feuds of the past life, the wind and rain fall. I am not willing to that a sword dark wound, not willing to that after the suspicion of misunderstanding, eating my one life edge dream strong. After the cold night of the bitter, the world's cool, I still long for the deep hidden remote hope, carrying a lapel of love and compassion walking in the drift, wing you for me to brush away the frost on the heart. I hold the agreement, watching over the moonlight, alone in a city of empty fantasy, with a unique sadness. I firmly believe that I am on this shore of Jiangnan guarding the vicissitudes of this dream, true love will shine the night of the pale, you will eventually return to me on the waves, do not let me wait for the season to fall out of the neon dress.
String tone through the air, red wine rippling drunk. A lotus flower rises in the trance, and the Buddha's light appears. I understand that I have been waiting for you for a thousand years, before I met you in the dream at the entrance of the alley. You have waited for a reincarnation to meet me at this port after a hundred years. At this moment, I am traveling through the eighty-one difficulties of the mind, waiting for my reunion with you. Waiting for you to come to Jiangnan, with me, to see the mandarin ducks green willow, go to the top of the cardamom to collect the infinite spring, listen to the sound of the flowers in the wind and rain, taste the symphony of earthly love. Smile to take a bosom, spring river moonlight flower branch drunk, east wind peach red reflecting face. I use the simple season of the fragrance, painted into a burning verse, you with tenderness obsessed with watching, chanting into my dream ups and downs of the Wu sound thirteen strings. We two love each other, all the way to the flowers and rain, all the way to sprinkle, sweet and sweet, dreaming of a thousand years of drunkenness outside the dream.