Shibanqiao, corner of the old city, memories back to that school
No. 3, third row, sits the legendary heroine
You look at me, snickering, laughing at my poor calligraphy practice
How to write a note with a few cursory handwriting
I want to ask, Shanshen Temple, who is your legend? The supreme treasure
I can’t guess, I can’t touch it, the table is engraved with “I don’t know”
Open the first page, there are two lines of words, written about Wukong Wukong’s troubles)
It’s very old, a city wall from the 16th century
Let time go back to my parents’ parents
The old place where grandpa met her, they were everywhere. The story of knowing
The second girl, nineteen years old, can speak and sing
At the entrance of the village, she embroiders kingfishers and mandarin ducks every day
Grandpa goes to pick out a foot of silk and satin Three feet, Columbus was just like him back then
The story is told slowly, sweetly imagined, and the movie scenes of love are repeated
No acoustic guitar was played, no roses were sent, white The expression of love
Simplicity mixed with simplicity, that’s how happiness is
It’s like the fragrance of the diary she planted in the drawer
Grandpa tells the story slowly, Speak slowly and accompany me to sleep
I want to secretly watch the stars with you and watch old movies played by my father together
The moon floats on the water and is reflected on the stone bridge
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I want to secretly watch the stars with you and watch the old movies my dad is showing together
Listen to your heart beating and watch you My face is burning
The moon illuminates us both, looking silly