Open in front of Xiliu Temple.
The glacier has frozen.
Be silent with each other
I sat quietly.
Look at the riverside of the years
After a horse fight in my youth
mild
I'm listening.
Lu Hua fell into nostalgia.
I'm coming.
As quiet as when I came home.
only
You in the morning mist
whether or not
Still grasping the fleeting yesterday.
The world is far away.
nearby
you said
When the wind blows.
I will.
Will live in your dreams.
The other side where life stands.
Spring eyes
Wind of Song and Tang Dynasties
Jump over the fence
A glimpse of your star eyes
visible
Green and red rhyme.
From precious memories
Take a willow flute.
Printed on the wind lips
It's just the closest distance.
Sing shallow and sing low.
Who said Yan Tao was drunk?
But a wisp of fragrance
Closer, closer.
Low eyes
You can walk in.
Water clouds are full of sleeves, and butterflies turn around.
I flinched, too.
Let the mountain paint.
Lu Ren Yan Ying
Take a river.
restrain
Splash painting and painter.
Holding a wisp of willow silk
Wash away dust
Apricot curtains slightly closed.
Follow the footsteps of the wind
Win in a row
Gently ... even gentler. ...