Sunset dyed grass-to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
Several Scuds-Scuds are worried about going into the sea.
Swing the far sail on the river-it's not enough to sign the sail.
Looking back at the lights like flowers-suddenly looking back, people are there, and the lights are dim.
A person who doesn't speak will be ashamed first-the voice is interrupted ... and then she answers reluctantly.
Don't take it lightly-it will be pale yellow when it comes.
Hold your hand gently-hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Let the hair wrap around your eyes-the smoke cover is light and the flying flocs are uncertain.
So flowers are full of happiness-the grass is delicious and English is rich and colorful.
This is handed down from the past-the face is slow and infinite.
So the face of the country is the same-there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
The face becomes eternal in an instant-people don't know where they went, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
At the moment, the flowers around me are full of happiness-the bright moon is dark and foggy, so it is good to go to Lang's side today.
Qian Shan is full of water, Qian Shan is full of water, just idle.
At this moment, the country will always be together-one cares about the city and the other cares about the country.
Eternal silence is euphemistic as a song-last night's star, last night's wind.