Enchanted spring
Written by Cao Chuanyun
Spring with a pleasant mood, wake up the loneliness of the sleeping mountains and rivers, the warm sun swaying brightly, and the breeze kisses the surging spring tide.
Gone time.
Sad for the flowers blooming and falling.
Carrying hope.
It brings warmth to the world.
At the same time, the cycle is full of years.
In March, the affectionate model, with light steps, slowly walked in, dreamy and intoxicating spring.
The cycle of life is at the ferry of time.
After several twists and turns, wandering in the branches of the years.
The field of hope is full of colors.
Thousands of rivers and mountains, confessing to the seasons, verdant and green, tracing the footsteps of spring, the stream is murmuring.
Playing the melodious strings.
The amorous stamens, through a touch of sunshine, colorful butterflies dancing, bees surging, gulls and herons shuttling, make people intoxicated.
The rainy rivers and lakes are full of reverie.
A warm tune, full of spring.
Gazing at the magnificence of mountains and rivers, there is an inexplicable love in the depths of the soul.
The heart is pounding, like first love.
Peach and willow green, a deep affection.
A wisp of tenderness, running towards the end of March.
Enchanted by the colorful spring.
Farewell Xia
Written by Cao Chuanyun
Last night, a torrential rain drowned the starry sky, washed the dust in front of the window, and sighed a little through the night of the window lattice.
The amorous rainy season lifts the veil of August shyness, dresses up warmly for the passing summer, and ends in the amorous chant of crickets.
As if in memory.
Back in the sweltering heat of the night, there is always a lingering thought.
The beautiful lotus pond holds your gentle arms and spends that reluctant good time.
Unforgettable this fire-like summer, I want to gently hold your palm and tell you that I don't want to say goodbye to this long season, looking at your graceful steps from afar, whether I walked into my sweet dreamland.
The osmanthus flowers at the beginning of August have not yet bloomed, and the last sunset in summer is colorful.
I really want to wave the pen on the letterhead, tell the attachment to you, in the blink of an autumn moment, full of wisps of thoughts.
Summer is passing and autumn is coming, after the scorching sun, let the wind and rain blow, ushered in the fragrance of melons and fruits, such a harvest season, colorful, bring the rice full warehouse, the harvest is full.
How many times have I missed you, this hazy and misty shadow of summer, I cried that time was too short, I knew I would not hear it.
The cicadas in front of and behind the house, you can't hear the mountain stream, and the crisp and pleasant frog sound can't be seen.
Moonlit scenery of a lotus pond.
I don't want to cry in the summer, because I heard that there is you in the distance, and I set off to travel thousands of miles, often dreaming of the soul, walking through the bustling city, and placing my attachment and affection.
Autumn dyeing Pingjiang Castle
Written by Cao Chuanyun
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The autumn color on the bank of the Miluo River is thick, the smoke and rain outside the city of Pingjiang are wet, the flowers on the riverbank are in autumn, and the southern flying geese are lined up in a long line.
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The weather is getting cooler and autumn is deep, and the ginkgo biloba sways and shapes the golden body.
The city is full of ** armor, and the frost falls and the maple is red and thinks of the old people.
Winter Songs
Written by Cao Chuanyun
Late autumn has passed, looking at the southern flying geese, taking away yesterday's deep affection.
The frost falls on the earth, the cold wind whispers, invites a round of dawn wind and waning moon, and illuminates the lonely winter.
Bloody dusk, eyes full of flames, igniting the warmth of a season, in the years of burning passion.
Time flies, always hopeful, love poems pen ink fragrance, pour out affectionate love.
See it or not, wait for your lights.
Thinking becomes a disease, stop at the bottom of my heart.
The green pine on the top of the mountain is evergreen.
On a cold and windy night, light a heart lamp to warm up this winter.
When is the wind and snow, and how much do you know about the past?
Wait for the promise of this life, and wait for the return as scheduled.
Winter love song, drunk in the smoke and rain alleys in the south of the Yangtze River.
Awaken the sleeping soul and place your love on spring.
Father's shoulder
Written by Cao Chuanyun
In the depths of childhood memories, the most memorable is my father's shoulder.
In childhood, the years are still slow.
When I couldn't sleep all night, I wanted to ride on my father's shoulder and pass away the wisps of stolen dreams.
I will always gaze at my father's kindness in the long river of years.
In the warm home, gradually grow.
Through the cycle of years, sowing seeds of hope, scattering to the north and south of the river, engraved the vicissitudes of the heart.
The shoulders of the father provoked the heavy burden of the family, carried the dream of the children to work hard, full of childhood smiles, pinned on the thoughts of youth, and walked into the direction of life's journey.
The long years passed silently, witnessing a pair of skinny shoulders, the tribulations of life ruthlessly crushed, and the youth of my father.
It became emaciated.
Father tasted it.
The difficulties in life, learn perseverance and grasp the course.
Father taught.
To be a man must stand up to the sky, love the country and family, and take responsibility.
Father's Advocacy.
It is to convince people with virtue, quiet and far-reaching, and dignified conduct.
Father's shoulders, steady and sunny, working hard for the family to shelter from the wind and rain, deep affection.
It is said that father's love is like a mountain, but I don't know how to carry the weight of this mountain when I am young.
Years later, I have become your likeness.
How much love can be restarted, how to share the sorrow of the father, take responsibility, and stand up.
I took on the image of my father.
Let go of the wings and soar in the sky.
The love in my heart is relieved, silently carrying the hope of life.
Mother's Day thoughts
Written by Cao Chuanyun
It's Mother's Day again, walking on Mo to listen to birdsong, a few sad and a few lines of tears, my mother has traveled far away.
The thought of missing relatives is full of hearts, and heaven has a harmony.
The selfless dedication of motherly love is integrated into my life.
In this flower-filled May, childhood memories resurface, and a mother's love is the cradle of life.
The hardships and sweat paid to nourish and water the children.
A mother's love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle of moisturizing things, and a wisp of longing that wanders the world.
A mother's love is a clear spring that nourishes the hearts of her children.
It is an affectionate song melodious and tactful, and a mother's love is an idyllic poem pure and elegant.
Mother's love is a landscape painting, washed away by the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural.
Mother's love is full of heaven and earth, and it can't be counted in a lifetime.
When the parents are there, there is always a place to come from the home, and when the parents go, the home has become the way home.
He has repaid his mother's kindness, missing, and the summer is getting hotter!
The wind and rain know life, and the bitterness is willing to understand life
Written by Cao Chuanyun
Life is a kind of trying and feeling, a time of cultivation and tempering, and comprehension and understanding again and again; It is also a sober and mature precipitation again and again. The journey of life, rugged and winding, changeable, ups and downs, ups and downs, no matter what kind of environment and weather, we must persevere and move forward bravely. Bright or dark, tired or not, the heart knows; Bitterness is not bitterness, the body knows; Everyone's tears have to be wiped by themselves, everyone's injuries have their own healing, and they know whether the pain hurts; Along the way of life, the fireworks in the world are mixed, continuing a wonderful life, splendid life and beauty. Let's look at ordinary things with an ordinary heart, and everything will go with the flow.
When the years are safe, people will be safe. After years of continuous precipitation, after countless blows of wind and rain, it has slowly become what you like, therefore, people live a lifetime, you must learn to wait, you must remain gentle, you must stick to the truth, you must cultivate a pure heart, and after unremitting perseverance and hard work, you can definitely make yourself a lucky person. I always believe that every wind and rain experienced and every hardship suffered will always come in handy at some point, and it will always lay the groundwork for the breakthrough of life. "At the end of the road is not a place of pilgrimage, but on both sides of the road are my holy temples. "Since I came to this world, I have been ready, I have spent my life to live an ordinary life, kissing the mountains and rivers on the way, watching the clouds and clouds, and listening to the flowers bloom and fall.
I want, a fire is lit every day in my heart; I want, a flower blooms in my heart every day. Trek in the quagmire of life, plant some beauty in the deepest part of the passing years, and move life and thank fate with an infinite open-minded heart. God rewards diligence, humanity rewards kindness. The wind and rain know life, and the bitterness is willing to understand life
Create military friendship and continue to write the legend of comrades-in-arms
Written by Cao Chuanyun
It is rare in the world to have true friendship, and the military travelers have experienced wind and frost.
The eventful years advance and retreat together, and the dream leads Xiaoxiang to remember youth.
The years are like a song, time flies, and the days slip through the fingertips inadvertently. The former military career has tugged at the heartstrings and precipitated in the long river of years. Looking forward again and again, just for the curling smoke to rise, just for the lack of the moon and the full moon to talk about the wine and hemp, the unforgettable comrades-in-arms blood is thicker than the water of the deep affection, can not let go of the end of the world is close at hand, with the morning bell and dusk drum time, the fireworks in the world, become a beautiful arc, rich in the eyes. Swirling with time and space, the years are flowing and full of life.
I am grateful for all the encounters along the way, those fates that have not been missed, and I am even more grateful to the siblings who were born and died together. That leafy green, swaying the earth, stretching up and down in life, surging with the ebb and flow of the tide. Those who have been in the past are vivid, and the splendid life of Jinse, the bits and pieces of hard work and struggle together, often shine brightly, colorful the youth of the military career.
The process of birth and death, the long journey, the hardships and hardships along the way, have created today's eternal monument and a chapter of history. In the morning bell and dusk drum of Yunshu clouds, open the lintel of the years, a touch of long green, like the Great Wall of thousands of miles of dragons, standing eternally, writing a magnificent chapter of mountains and rivers.
In the journey of life, we continue to learn, experience, forge ahead, improve, but also continue to lose, gain, and also encounter haze, splendid. We have gone through hardships, faced calmly, smiled, and been strong, stumbling and bumpy along the way. Walking through the wind and rain, walking through the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. After walking through the spring and autumn, there are no complaints and no regrets. Different seasons, different landscapes, create a different kind of life. Don't ask where you come from, don't ask when you return. If there is love in the heart, there will be poetry and distance, and there will be scenery in the heart. Everything is beautiful.
We can't keep the grace of time, we can't keep the rush of the years, only the pure fragrance of friendship lasts. The blood-colored remnant sun splendidly the military career, the green years, the beautiful Chinese years, the strong comradeship that can not be forgotten for a long time, the unforgettable will never fade, and it has become the most beautiful chapter in life, the legend of immortality.
Time is in a hurry, the days of getting together are always so short, a red heart, two expectations, a kind of anticipation, just for the heavy reunion song, may the time of fate, freeze our beautiful moments, may the time not be old, we will not disperse. ...Let this love last forever, and let this love echo for a long time like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. If there is a war, the recall will be returned, the war will be won, and it will always show the true character of the soldiers, live up to the mission, live up to the time, and be brilliant forever!
May time never grow old, we will not disperse, friendship is like green pines, towering, full of vitality. Gathering is a fire, scattering the sky full of stars. May we not forget our original intention, keep our mission in mind, contribute to the construction of the motherland, and work hard for the prosperity and prosperity of the motherland!
The songs and laughter are full of warmth, sublimating the feelings of comrades-in-arms! Cast an eternal monument!
Cao Chuanyun, male, born in September 1963, is a member of the middle school, a retired soldier, a college degree, a cadre of a state-owned assets company in Lianjiang City, Guangdong Province. He has been fond of literature since childhood, and has published articles on many literary magazine platforms, and is currently the deputy general assistant of Haizhiyun Culture Company, the consultant of Beijing Light of Life Poetry Society, and the vice president of Xiaoxiang Literature Magazine.