1. Leaning against the porch window, listening to the drizzle of rain, enjoying the swaying branches and vines, letting the thoughts of love fly, spreading in my heart with affection, watching Shuang Yan roaring, thinking of heartache, and looking at the lovesickness everywhere, I am helpless. Swallows chirp, branches and vines dance slowly, and the porch window of the soul slowly opens to you, thinking like a drizzle, invading the soul bit by bit, and letting the pain of missing wrap helplessness tightly.
second, your face is like a bright moon, and your heart is like a crystal. They are adorned on my heart curtain and shine every night.
Third, in the late autumn night, when the night is getting quiet, will you still be lonely, watching the bright moon caress you, letting your dreams wander in your heart, remembering like smoke, scurrying through the light cold of Yue Hui, and gradually blurring into thousands of turns in your eyes. The familiar melody comes back to me at midnight. It was once your favorite melody. You know there is no moon tonight, only missing, in a row at night.
fourth, I don't know whether it is right or wrong to meet you, but I know I was happy to meet you.
5. I can't read the wilderness of Saibei under the eaves of small bridges in the night in the south of the Yangtze River! Even if you are white clouds and I am black soil, even if you and I look at each other day and night and miss each other, we can only look at each other and miss each other. You will always be in the embrace of the blue sky, and I will always be under the arms of mountains and rivers.
Baiyun doesn't understand the mind of black soil, and black soil doesn't understand Baiyun's tears. How can you understand the flood of Saibei with the tactfulness of Jiangnan? How can a small bridge and flowing water experience the lonely smoke in the desert?