There are ten million Qian Qian, and I love three. The sun and moon are blue, the day is morning, the month is late, and the blue is morning and evening. There are thousands of floating lives, and there can't be three, the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, and you in the dream. The moon has flowers, but you don't. Always sentimental and idle, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up. If you say goodbye, you will spend the Spring and Autumn alone forever.
The sunrise in the east sets in the west, starting in warm spring and ending in winter. We'll never see each other again and spend the Spring and Autumn alone forever. The sunrise in the east reminds people, but I don't know that the heart is not as good as the sunset. I would like to spend more time with you if I have some knowledge of geometry.
Good poems like spending the Spring and Autumn alone are:
Suddenly someone loved me, and it was winter when I looked back at the mountains and rivers. If he gets wet by snow, his life will turn white. It's a pity that the newcomer lies beside him, and the mountains and rivers sit alone in the winter snow. Without acacia mixed with soul, this life is no longer wrong.
I miss you in the south of the city, and bloom is with you everywhere. I don't know where you were in March, but I can't see you picking flowers in the south of the city. I'm sorry that you will pick flowers in the future. I hope you can pick them next spring. I will come to Southern Yan's nest in March, re-open flowers in the south of the city and wait for your dance. April, I don't know where you are. The flowers in the south of the city are invincible.
The glass is too shallow to respect the future, and the alley is too short for white hair to walk. It's not that young people can't keep their old hearts, but that time has made people panic. The biggest regret in life is not to miss the best person, but to miss the person who wants to be nice to you.