The Story of the First Daughter

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Stars gather in the sky; the heat is lingering in the world! Fire is flying in the sky; petunias are seen in the starry sky! The wind rises and the heat subsides; the chirping of cicadas gradually subsides! It's hard to sleep long in the deep night; enjoy the clear autumn under the moon!

A thousand years of writing and ink, a thousand years of pen, a stroke of writing brings a stroke of love, composition in front of the screen, reading in front of the screen, starting from the beginning of the wind and clouds, starting from the beginning.

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The light rain makes the swallows fly low, the soft wind blows, the butterflies dance lightly, the people in the green mountains are proud of themselves, and the ink stains the green water with a gentle breeze.

The poems recited under the moonlight have a rhyming style. There is no mark on the keys in front of the screen. The flying flowers and falling text are thought of. The remaining ink leaves a fragrant and profound artistic conception.

In the article, the heaven and earth are old in spring and autumn, and the sun and moon are long in the universe. A storm rises on a piece of paper, and the mood is crazy with a thought.

I often think of my two friends, the wind and the moon, who accompany me with wine and poetry. The breeze blows into the house and cools the moon, and poetry and wine accompany my quiet night thoughts.

There is little breeze in the hot summer; there is no coolness to be found; I can only sit facing the window; there is a bamboo forest in front of the window. How to relieve the heat; there is clear shade in the forest; reading is a pleasure in a quiet room; the world of articles is wide.

The Hujia wakes up the border moon, the pipa plays the soul of Mobei, the green mountains write down the heroic sentiments, and the cloud map changes and shows its majesty.

The book is written in the cold moon between the bamboos^ The orchid pavilion is drunk with the evening clouds^ Ten years of lingering old dreams in the rivers and lakes^ The world of online literature has been diligently cultivated.

Wind music among the bamboos; dancing shadows of the moon in the heart of the river; drunkenness among the flowers; drunken music and drinking wine. Who said that the wind and moon are old; the elegance is the same in ancient and modern times; the pen and ink are galloping; the lingering love begins.

In front of the screen, two people are silently lingering, `the keys are full of affection, `the world of mortals has dreams and poetic intoxication, `the years have left no trace and the heart is leisurely.

The water and the moon in the world are ordinary to see; the storms and clouds in the pen are waiting for them; who can understand the mind like the moon; the vertical pen is like flying ink flowers blooming.

The dog days are not over yet; the heat of autumn is strong! The remaining heat has no way to go away; the autumn wind does not feel cool! The moon stars and the river is quiet; it rains on the night and the leaves on the mountains are red! In front of the screen, I think about the autumn mood; under my finger, it is full of clear light!

I only hope that the coolness will disappear forever^ but I hope that the lightness will be dispersed throughout my life^ the spirit of writing can be divided into the heat of summer^ the ink color adds fragrance and intoxicates the moon face.

A gentle breeze shakes the dream of rain; half a pond of lotus leaves intoxicates the soul of flowers; the water color produces smoke and the shadow of a solitary boat; the fragrance of lotus accompanies the evening clouds on a moonlit night.

The world is easy to follow, and the mind is at peace. The floating life is like a dream, and it is hard to calm down. The simple article is also interesting, and the graceful writing and ink are also fragrant.

Looking at the endless scenery in the mortal world, `A little pure heart sings from the world, `The boat does not know how far the world is, `It is difficult for a thin pen to write about the heart of a wanderer.

Wind and thunder gradually arise in the writing, and lightning suddenly appears in the thin paper. The fingers tap out the dreams of a lifetime, and the feelings of the years are revealed in front of the screen.

Rivers and lakes, wind and rain, rivers and lakes road^ Internet articles, years, and Internet literary sentiments^ Referring to the Spring and Autumn period, the meaning in front of the screen^ Poems and essays accompany me as I travel slowly.