Apricot yellow again, drizzling like silk.
The grass has no new green, but it feels the breath of spring tide and spring;
Time always flies, time flies,
There are all kinds of sad things, and who knows the melancholy?
I still remember when I first met Qing, my heart was faint and furry.
I haven't seen you for months now, and I seem to be working hard.
Calculate your thoughts carefully and don't laugh. God deceived me for no reason.
There is no Bodhi, and the dust settles, polluting Mo Chi.
I don't know what my body will bear or what your heart means.
When will you dance with me and marry me?
If you want to pay attention to Yao Qin, the bowstring can be broken in vain.
I am happy with my original intention, but I don't care if others laugh at me!
We met again since last year, but now we have never been with Qing again.
Recalling yesterday when I left the station, I held you in my arms.
Nine days in beginning of winter, the first cold in Hengyang.
My bus is at midnight, and your farewell tears are dripping.
Tell your heart and say goodbye to your heart.
Time passed mercilessly, and finally I cried for sitting empty.
We hate being far away from Qian Shan, and it is inevitable that we will meet each other late.
Unfortunately, fate is always at the end of the world.
The love with Qing is not smooth, but tedious and delayed.
I don't know if I'm impatient, or do you think my skills are low?
I want to add romance to them, but how difficult it is to dream.
Maybe the reality is cruel, so I have lived alone so far.
Alas, chagrin hurts your arm, if you don't look down on love!
My generation used to be gravel, how can we cross the sky and the earth?
Put aside all kinds of sad things and dive into the mountains to smell orioles.
The stream is pleasant, but the peach blossoms are still blooming.
Why bother with empty feelings? Why do you hesitate because of love?
On the occasion of a beautiful scene in life, the wind of charm and chic arises spontaneously.
I don't know where to go or what to do.
When you can get a beautiful smile, you will make a king's bonfire.
The world is mysterious, who knows everything?
Only when you are unwilling, the years will pass like water.
When I heard the news, my old friend died first. I broke the piano to thank Zhong Ziqi.
Mountains and rivers flow for thousands of years, but friends are not found.
Even if there are thousands of songs in the future, it is hard for me to be confused.
There are all kinds of ups and downs, and this matter is irrelevant and untitled.
Once the effort happens, it has fallen into the world of mortals.
Since ancient times, I have been affectionate and hate-free, but this endless sadness is endless.
Calm and no waves, the cold wind blows.
Although the stone is weak, it will be filled with the heart.
I don't know whether it's because I don't want to or because I didn't mean to.
So how turbulent it is to get along, wave after wave.
Wandering, hesitating, lazy, tangled, hard to give up,
Let go of many obstacles and let flowers fly freely.
360 days a year, there is always wind and frost,
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, and the yard is filled with the fragrance of roses.
I feel that time is infinite, and I am happy about it.
Cherry blossoms are like rain, and plantains are green.
The most important thing is the benefits of spring, the infinite scenery around the canal,
You can't force yourself to seek everything, because fate is predestined.
Spring is seldom quiet, and the cuckoo is silent.
I didn't think much about the jungle, and it was near dusk.
Life is only a few decades, so why haggle over every ounce?
Laugh and watch the tide, and the green plum cooks wine and talks about English women.
The future is as bright as the unknown, or the shadow is still moving,
Many unpredictable things are predictable, and it is rugged if it is not safe!
Let's do our leisure and worry, and sing a song with our hands:
I am looking forward to holding hands with Qingjin and complaining about acacia.
It's a pity that moths put out the fire, but it's hard to stand a rock without turning it over.
Fate has been smiling, why is our generation blurred?
Hesitant about where to go, the scenery of vegetation is blurred,
I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream. I'm looking for flowers and poems!