Prompt: A loving mother busied herself with needlework On clothes for a son who was going away; On the eve of his departure she sewed thread after thread, Worrying that his return would be delayed and late. How could the love of grass only inches tall Ever reciprocate spring after spring of sunshine day after day?
Prompt: On this quiet summer evening, the grass breeze gently caressed the young man's clothes, and the grass blades swayed slightly in the sun. There was a deep thought in his eyes, as if he were searching for the secret of the meteor in the night sky. He was silhouetted by the setting sun, and a brave and determined expression was set against his handsome face. In the palm of his hand, the trajectory of the meteor that joined the night sky had a unique resonance, as if he had a mysterious bond with the stars. As the sun faded away, the sky turned from orange-red to deep blue. The stars in the distance began to shine, and the youth still gazed at the direction of the shooting star, as if hoping to get some answer from the starry sky. The whole picture reveals an atmosphere of fantasy and thinking, which makes people feel a good moment of quiet time. 4K images
Prompt: My wife is a gentle woman; her warmth caresses my soul like a gentle spring breeze. She always communicates with me with a smile and a soft tone, making our home a place filled with warmth and harmony. Her gentleness is evident in every aspect of our daily lives. In household chores, she takes meticulous care, infusing each detail with her affection. No matter how exhausting my day may be, returning home to her gentleness is like being comforted by healing hands, bringing tranquility and peace. In our conversations, she consistently listens to my thoughts, be they joys or worries. She understands and respects my perspectives, never imposing opinions. She uses her tenderness to bind our family together, creating an environment full of warmth and love. Her eyes are filled with deep affection; each gaze makes me feel her selfless love. Her gentleness is the secret to the enduring flame of our love, making me deeply grateful and fortunate. In this world, having a gentle wife is the utmost happiness. Her gentleness serves as the pillar of our family, the source of love, and my sanctuary for the soul. I am grateful for such a warm and caring companion, making life brim with sweetness and warmth.
Prompt: On a sunny afternoon, Eddie and Lily decided to take a walk together in the small garden on the mountain. The mountain wind blew their hair, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on the path. Lily suddenly stopped and looked at the distant mountains and rivers. She whispered, \"Eddie, our love is like this mountain, high, firm, and beautiful. Will you accompany me to climb this mountain?\"
Prompt: You and I are two different things One cloud's tears of water Let's break on the ground with rhinestones We'll scatter around and around... Endless downward desire Rewarded by the sun's gaze Brings joy to the grass You and I will be placed next to each other...
Prompt: A portable hand-operated sewing machine works by utilizing manual power to drive the needle and create stitches. When you turn the hand crank, it engages a mechanism that moves the needle up and down. The fabric is positioned between the needle and a small bobbin, which holds the thread. As the needle pierces the fabric, it pulls the thread through, creating a stitch. The bobbin then releases more thread, and the process repeats as you continue to turn the hand crank. This simple yet effective design allows for portable and on-the-go sewing without the need for electricity.
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: The grass is turning green The sun is shining; Swallow with spring It flies towards us in the canopy.
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\" 16:9
Prompt: On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops and grass go down to the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard
Prompt: \"In the midst of the serene farmland, where the gentle rustling of crops harmonized with the whispering breeze, she stood with an air of tranquility. The sun painted the sky in warm hues, casting a golden glow upon the landscape. Unfazed by the ordinary, her singular focus was on the rare mineral cradled in her hands. The earth beneath her feet exuded a quiet strength, mirroring the peaceful essence of the scene. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, delved into the intricacies of the rare mineral. Each facet told a tale of geological wonder, a hidden treasure waiting to be deciphered. The farmland, a canvas of muted greens and earthy browns, seemed to embrace the moment, creating a sanctuary of calm. In this suspended moment, chaos and disturbance were mere whispers in the wind, unable to breach the shield of tranquility that enveloped her. The ordinary elements of the farmland became extraordinary in this focused pursuit. The hands that cradled the mineral possessed both delicacy and determination, navigating the fine line between curiosity and expertise. As she stood there, the farmland bore witness to a unique fusion of nature's simplicity and the complex beauty of rare minerals. It was a tableau frozen in time, a testament to the extraordinary discoveries that could emerge from the heart of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: With her the sun is more beautiful And spring is sweeter... Chirp out of the way Greetings to us soon
Prompt: With her the sun is more beautiful And spring is sweeter... Chirp out of the way Greetings to us soon
Prompt: With her the sun is more beautiful And spring is sweeter... Chirp out of the way Greetings to us soon
Prompt: With her the sun is more beautiful And spring is sweeter... Chirp out of the way Greetings to us soon
Prompt: Depict the weaver implementing these lessons into his own work, showcasing his newfound dedication and collaborative spirit. Illustrate his success in creating beautifully woven fabrics, symbolizing the positive outcomes of diligence and collaboration.
Prompt: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
Prompt: One sunny morning, there was a rabbit carrying a small backpack full of carrots. It is very sad when it is lovelorn, with tears streaming from the corners of its eyes
Prompt: She finds a string going into the ground, you follow the string, digging as you go, the string leads into something, a large opening, what is inside,? Shine a light into the opening. Show me what is inside.
Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: When I returned to the dormitory after studying in the evening, a couple was kissing and kicked me into the flower bed.
Prompt: When I returned to the dormitory after studying in the evening, a couple was kissing and kicked me into the flower bed.
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: The sky was blue and blue, and the grassland was boundless. When the wind blows, the grass is low, revealing the many cattle and sheep that were hidden in the grass.
Prompt: surrealism is above all a state of mind , by mark ryden, Gary Larson, naoto hattori, Beksinski, odd Nerdrum, Wayne Barlowe, Joe Fenton, Artgerm, Tom Bagshaw, Henri Fuseli, Emil Melmoth, Mothmeister, Gerald Brom, Boris Vallejo, Emmanuel Shiu, Jeremy Mann, Michael hussar, Mike Mignola, Frank Frazetta, Bernie Wrightson, Bruce Pennington, Daniel merriam, Jeremy Geddes, Peter Paul Rubens, Ron Mueck, h r Giger, Michael Whelan, worthington whittredge, Audubon, Joel Peter Witkin, Vermeer, Frederick Ruysch, Davinci, Caravaggio, Rembrandt, Gustave Dore, Albrecht Durer, Gustave Moreau, silent hill style, dark and gritty, sharp focus, intricate details, oil on linen, moody cinematic lighting
Prompt: A beautiful garden where the sun shines through the leaves on the grassy ground. The flowers sway in the breeze and exude a pleasant fragrance. In the center of the garden, there is a small green seedling, which appears to be a little dwarf and weak, as if trying to grow. Suddenly, a young girl appears in the frame, dressed in a simple but neat dress and wearing a hat with light feathers on her head. She is Cinderella, but her eyes are full of determination and courage. She crouched down and gently protected the seedling with both hands. Beside her, there is a group of small animals, such as squirrels, birds, rabbits, etc., all gathered around her, as if they were cheering for the seedling in their own way. Birds sang cheerful songs on her shoulders, squirrels paused occasionally to take a look at them while playing, and rabbits jumped around her.
Prompt: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: And if time, scattered by the wind, Rakes them all into one unnecessary lump... Say this... that the grove is golden She answered with sweet language.
Prompt: The shadow of the rabbit whirls, as soft and beautiful as poetry. Stepping on the snow under the moonlight, I feel like I'm flying swiftly. The lucky stars are shining, and the auspiciousness is boundless. Rabbits leap in the spring breeze, filling the garden with joy.
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: It was March 1969. When the spring-like days arrived, I impatiently walked along the still sticky road into the country grove. The grove greeted me with the melodious murmur of a stream, rapidly rushing towards a ravine lost in the thicket of bushes and trees. The muddy stream, crashing into the polluted rubble of snow, exposed its lower clean layers, and in this snow-white rim began to look surprisingly elegant
Prompt: so handsome Lord Shiv Hindu god as a baby toddler character with a black bull in Himalayas, front facing, hyper ultra realistic , premium quality Cinematic lighting, ultra hyper resolution, 8k, full hd
Negative: Close up, Don't cut the head in the frame, two heads, two faces, plastic, Deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, ((extra limb)), ugly, poorly drawn hands, missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body, ((((mutated hands and fingers)))), (((out of frame))), blender, doll, cropped, low-res, close- up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, black and white, grainy, extra limbs, bad Anatomy High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, smooth skin, closeup, deformed, extra limbs, extra fingers, mutated hands, bad anatomy, bad proportions blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, closeup, monochrome, grainy, noisy, text, writing, watermark, logo, oversaturation, over saturation, over shadow, bad lighting
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Comb under weaving tale, The third section of the weave woven of clothhing together and leaving behind a pile of leaves. The weave is woven in circles and unraveling in many different directions. --uplight
Prompt: A huge sewing workshop. The room is under a glass roof. There is a coffee break area. There are around ten seamstresses working. Princess sara by Audrey Alwett style.
Prompt: Under the sun, the young boy was like a messenger of breeze, strolling leisurely on the lively streets. His brown hair swayed gently in the breeze, and his eyes were bright and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky, full of intelligence and curiosity. He was dressed simply but stylishly. A plain T-shirt fit his well-proportioned shoulders and chest, while jeans accentuated the strength of his leg lines.
Prompt: Perhaps the tulip know the ficklenessOf Fortune's smile, for on her stalk's green shaftShe bears a wine cup through the wilderness
Prompt: \"Spring Blossoms\": This phrase evokes a scene of vibrant flowers blooming in the warmth of spring, symbolizing renewal and new beginnings. It suggests a landscape filled with colorful and fragrant blossoms, under a gentle, sunny sky, capturing the essence of spring with its promise of growth and rejuvenation, and the joyful awakening of nature after the winter slumber.
Prompt: [Immersed in a virtual world, the protagonist slowly opens his eyes.] [Sunlight filters through the clouds, casting a gentle glow on the grassy expanse dotted with glistening dewdrops.] [In the distance, undulating mountains and a nearby verdant forest paint a picturesque scene of beauty and mystery.] -ar 16:9 --seed 3402537896
Prompt: Acacia, red beans grow in the southern country, and spring brings forth a few branches. May you harvest more, this thing is most cherished
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
