Praise to the female.
The street corner ** is newly transmitted, and the beauties are smiling like flowers.
The skin is white and beautiful, and the highlights are like immortals.
Qibao Ancient Town. The tenderness of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River is hidden in the corners of downtown Shanghai.
The hustle and bustle of Hongqiao Airport is not as quiet and calm as the ancient town.
Metro Line 9, through the bustling, take you to explore the dusty years.
Qibao, named after the temple, famous because of the town, the imprint of history, condensed here.
The charm of the south of the Yangtze River is still the same, with green bricks and tiles, and the shadow of the bridge.
The bells of the ancient temple evoke many memories, melodious melodies, and soothe the soul.
The mutton is fragrant, not fat, satisfying the taste buds.
Tourists are weaving, eating while walking, and a comfortable life is at this moment.
Qibao Ancient Town, the heart of Shanghai, hides that rare tranquility and purity.
It tells the story of the past and welcomes the beauty of the future.
Tea life. In the hustle and bustle of the city, I found peace.
In the corner of the teahouse, the sun shines obliquely, illuminating the story of a cup of tea.
The emerald green tea leaves dance, that is the ripples of time.
Every drop of tea is crystal clear, like tears, and like pearls.
I savor this cup of tea, as if I am savoring life.
From young buds to dry tea, from first dew to deep hidden.
Tea leaves stretch in the water, just like the ups and downs of life.
Between ups and downs, we learned tenacity and precipitation.
The fragrance of tea is pervasive, the heart is as calm as water, in this moment of tranquility, I seem to see the prosperity and vicissitudes of the world.
In a busy city, everyone is the protagonist of the story.
And I would like to immerse myself in the world of tea, have no quarrel with the world, and only seek inner peace and security.
Faintly over, slowly old.
Life is like a dream, and every day is spent lightly.
Don't ask about fame and fortune, just seek peace of mind.
The years rush to make people old, and youth no longer leaves regrets.
Looking back on the past, I feel more emotional, and looking forward to the future, my heart is still there.
Cherish the most important thing in the present, and don't wait for tomorrow and next year.
It's a real taste of ordinary life, and the mood is peaceful and leisurely.
2024: Face the truth about house prices.
On the calendar for 2024, someone dreams of the fall in house prices;
I don't want to listen to the truth of reality, I just want to immerse myself in the bubble of fantasy.
Under the sky of first-tier cities, high-rise buildings and hopes are intertwined;
Young people look up and wonder, when will they have their own corner?
Some people look forward to the miracle of the **, like a snowflake in winter;
But ignoring the coldness behind the ** and the friction between reality and reality.
Housing prices are cold currents, impacting every inch of the market's soil;
Investors will cry, finance will tremble, and the pulse of the country's economy may stop.
Stop obsessing with that ** dream, wake up, and throw away the illusions;
Take a look at the regulation strategy of **, for the sake of stability, for the good of the public.
Choose the right time and path, and don't be fascinated by the illusion of the **;
Pay attention to the essence of living, feel the sunshine, and find your own paradise in reality.
Memories of childhood.
On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the new year has quietly arrived, the king of the stove goes to heaven, and the family is busy with sacrifices.
Sweep away the old dirt and welcome the new spring, the small courtyard of the old Huang family, the story in the memory.
Learn from Lei Feng's activities, warm as a spring breeze, sweep the yard to carry water and wipe glass, and really help people.
The stove and the kang are connected, and the picture in the memory, the hut of the old Huang family, the warm yellow light.
At night, the sugar is fragrant, the sorghum is sweet and thick, Lao Huang is smiling from ear to ear, and the innocence of the child.
Sacrifice to the stove to send the gods, sugar melon sticks to the mouth, the king of the stove eats sugar and does not say evil, hoping that good words will be spread.
In the old house of the family, the warmth in the memories, the offerings in front of the statue of the god on the stove, are the taste of home.
The resignation stove is sent to the gods, the tradition is deep, and the memory of the family is strong.
Winter in the ancient town of Shaxi.
In the cycle of the four seasons, the ancient town of Shaxi lies quietly and picturesquely.
The winter sun is sprinkled and the golden warmth is picturesque.
The footsteps on the stone paved road are light, and the sound of horses' hooves echoes.
There are many stories about the old horse shop, and the groom tells the old times.
The fields are still verdant and green, and the snow in the north is the same as the sky.
The stream flows with ancient willows, sparkling in the sun.
The old people in the teahouse laughed a lot, and they talked and laughed back then.
Children are running in the streets and alleys, laughing and warming the winter day.
The March Street of the Bai Nationality was celebrated, and singing and dancing gathered together.
The food stalls are full of aroma and handicrafts.
The red lanterns are hung high, and the night is even more peaceful.
Ancient buildings whisper and history flows.
The sand stream in winter is like a dream, as if you are in a poem.
Landscapes, ancient buildings, deep human affection, drunk and beautiful winter sand and streams.