The continent is green.
God loves me, and the raindrops are rippling.
Too white to make love, five willows follow.
Picturesque, smiling like a flower.
The breeze has gently brushed my face for a long time.
Chen Meng is hard to remember.
Let bygones be bygones.
Some desolation flutters in the wind.
Light up the dresser
It's already a gray one.
Unfold a page of rice paper
before the ink is dry
The bell rang.
Memories move in my heart.
Old friends no longer exist.
Laughter was hard to find in the old society.
Just wait for the autumn wind to cool down.
How many degrees does the flower fall?
Lonely geese dance with frozen words,
This is a love song without sadness.
Hit the keyboard,
This is the harmony of beautiful music.
Towering distant mountains,
I can't stop thinking.
Weak radio waves,
This is a ladder to love you.
You are like the voice of nature,
Always haunting my dreams.
Laughter like a bell,
Echoes in my heart for a long time.
Stay with me gently, towards the distant.
The maple leaves there gently span the four seasons.
Rivers there often flow in my heart.
The rainbow there plays happily among the clouds.
The language there will only be: I love you.
The wind blows the leaves and leans against the small building.
Xi Qing stone fish play soft.
The vast blue sky is like water,
Shuoshuo fresh fruit likes a bumper harvest.
Cang Xue hurried away in the cold winter,
Birds fly in love and kiss autumn.
Violet produces silt, and red powder floods the fairy.
Yan Ying waved and smiled for thousands of years.
The whole world was chasing Ming Yi, and Uncle Mao agreed.
At the beginning of lotus, I put on makeup, which rippled the hearts of walkers.
Sheng wants to talk, but he is worried about pedestrians.
Deep in the mud, it is hard to see Iraq's smile.
Once the cool breeze rises, the residual lotus root will attach to the new lotus root.
Angry at the creator, screaming and heartbroken.
Although the lotus root heart is full of holes, it is willing to be sad for the coming year.
All the years are for this, a person crying and crying, how to revive the two lines of residual flowers in the dream and slowly break the branches. Jiangnan jiangbei flowers are still there, and Huainan Jinxiu Snake Valley Star.
Snow has no flowers thousands of miles away,
Everything is dying, which is pitiful.
A path went with the wind,
Half turned, half fresh.
The withered lotus is three inches old and the pale cover is broken.
Chimonanthus praecox is neither arrogant nor impetuous.
Even if it snows in the cold winter,
Chaoyang is generous to the world.
Mine, you choose one.