The curtain of dreams, with whom * * * ......
The night is getting lower and lower, and the cold wind has left loneliness behind. Looking up at the bright crescent moon and touching love poems, where should I send them? ......
With the full galaxy, emotions began to flood ... my thoughts drifted to the moon palace with the wind. Sister Chang 'e, can you relax your sleeves together? ......
Treating and dressing wounds
The wound is bleeding. ......
The stream is gently cleaned and disinfected, the bandage of time is gently bandaged, and the breeze caresses the pain ... It seems to have healed, but when it comes to the rainy season, rheumatism is dull in the bones. ......
Tired and happy.
On the road of life, there are often storms.
Smile at the wind when it comes; When the rain comes, the arm is carried. Sweat all the way makes fragrant ink. I draw a white cloud and let my heart dance gently ... that beautiful prairie will always embrace my petite body, and my heart will no longer wander. ......
Panji
In the days without you, in the long lonely night, dreams often struggle to find your trace at night. Looking at the stars and the moon, I wrote baskets of love poems, waiting for you to share them.
Honey, isn't this world wonderful? Are you homesick? Are you tired? Miss is like a dock, my heart has been guarding you, waiting for your return sail. ......