Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. If life is just like the first time, why leave sentimentally? The word Liu Yong vividly describes the disappointment and sadness of lovers when they are separated. Even though there are thousands of words, I am still stuck in my throat. I don't want to do anything more. I just want to hold your hand and look at you again.
I like this song best: suddenly looking back, the man is in the dim light. If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. Asking what love is in the world makes people live and die together. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Finally, the most beautiful poem in my heart is the one I wrote and I like it so far, and the story behind it. I will never forget that time, even if the years pass, the alleys are wide, the windows are bright and clean, and the voices are warm. The sound of tea and wine, with music in the middle, haunts the crisp sound of ear-picking, endless words, ecstasy. Come from afar, swim hand in hand, laugh and watch the water mist fish dragon dance, and the lights are gentle.