The famous New Zealand writer Rewi Alley once praised Phoenix as the most beautiful town in China.
The most famous thing here is the antique stilted buildings with rich Tujia style. However, most of the stilted buildings along the river are no longer there. Only in Huilongtan there are still more than ten old houses. The wooden pillars with thin legs stand in the river, holding up a heavy history.
This is also the hometown of Mr. Shen Congwen, a literary giant of a generation.
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I just came back from Phoenix a while ago, and I felt a lot about it, so I decided to set the background of the new article there. Hope it is not desecrated.
The main plot is love, not tragedy, and it is updated frequently, yes.
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My other work "Next Stop... Rainbow" (completed).
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In the morning mirror with the remnant makeup of self-love, the hairpin is oozing with green silk.
In a moment, the sun hits the swallow's fat cheek, and a red rose is about to melt.
Mountain springs flow loosely around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
I was leisurely reading Taoism before I got up, and I was combing my hair under the crystal curtain.
The red roses are fresh and the apricot gauze is tender and dusty.
First of all, don't think that the material and the ground are weak, a little unkempt is the most pleasant.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds.
I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
There are usually hundreds of flowers blooming together, but pear blossoms and white flowers are the only ones.
Today there are two or three trees at the head of the river, pitifully spending their last spring with their leaves.
This article selects the underlying verses and the writing style is very beautiful. Through the first person, it describes a story of Po Meng to the public. There are some poems interspersed in it. I like the last sentence very much... But I don't know why it is not updated [it means the article is too short to make a long comment...]
In the morning mirror with the remnant makeup of self-love, the hairpin is oozing with green silk. In a moment, the sun hits the swallow's fat cheek, and a red rose is about to melt. Mountain springs flow loosely around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building. I was leisurely reading Taoism before I got up, and I was combing my hair under the crystal curtain. The red roses are fresh and the apricot gauze is tender and dusty. First of all, don't think that the material and the ground are weak, a little unkempt is the most pleasant. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. There are usually hundreds of flowers blooming together, but pear blossoms and white flowers are the only ones. Today there are two or three trees at the head of the river, pitifully spending their last spring with their leaves. This article selects the underlying verses and the writing style is very beautiful. Through the first person, it describes a story of Po Meng to the public. There are some poems interspersed in it. I like the last sentence very much... But I don't know why it is not updated [it means the article is too short to make a long comment...]
Finally tortured to death! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
It's been more than a year, finally updated~~~~(>_<)~~~~