the mountains and rivers are long,
the warblers are chirping, and
the light like water is the most difficult to stay.
looking back,
overflowing with tenderness. I wake up from my dream, leaning against the building,
feeling a little sad,
dripping in my heart.
the afterglow of the lamp is a long-term worry,
tears are flowing,
will the love word rest?
once a plum is cut, the second day it falls on the branches, and the lake is rushing, which makes fishermen worry. The students are silent and buried in their heads, but I am carefree and tired of lying in the library. Fairy fairy in dreamland has a soft voice, affectionate eyes and lingering sex. Suddenly I heard birds chirping outside my dream. Baoyu thinks leisurely, and the sky and the sea sail.