When I am lonely, I write down sentimental words, like autumn wind blowing through the Woods. Do you understand my feelings?
Wang Xiang has a dream, but I don't know if the goddess has no intention.
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.
You won't be reserved, but a smile is a water lily in a dream, which is mysterious in beauty.
In this autumn evening, I can't do anything. I miss your lonely leaves one by one.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
? Miss a person, is a memory, but also forgotten.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
?
Take an umbrella, put your hands in your pockets,
Go seriously, miss seriously,
I don't care who's around,
How noisy,
The scenery is in my mind.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -How much leisure do you have in the article "More Missing Three Songs"? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's "Hengtang Road"