A bluebird, a promise to cry silly.
The world of mint is fresh and flawless,
The sky is full of rosy clouds.
Stay at the intersection until my thoughts come home.
When I first met you,
If you look at the smog,
Peony in Luoyang is in full bloom,
The rain around the flower end,
Blue silk flows through memory like ink.
Your palms are warm and fuzzy,
The story of cooking wine is wandering around the world.
The weeping willows are scarred by frost and moon.
Forgot to guard the Millennium in the wind.
Three flowers were born on the other side of the river.
When I first met you,
Know each other's Zen words and pear blossoms.
Midsummer's poems
In the summer sky. Ribbons and neon lights complement each other, and burning inflammation and extreme awning blend in with the shining moon stone sun.