Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Whose call it is, so real, whose heart it is, so exploring. Spoony people are always wandering on the clear banks of the river, and the warm sunshine warms their bodies and hearts. Seeing the osprey cruising side by side, I was so attached that my eyes flew, looking for the girl who missed me but never approached.
You see, it's her. A leaf boat swings around with Shui Piao, and Huang Cancan's shepherd's purse is picked up with slender and dexterous hands. There is a little smile on his face, and there may be songs humming in his rosy lips, but it took a lot of effort, but I still didn't hear it. I am really jealous of shepherd's purse and swimming fish. I hate that I am a shepherd's purse, and I can finally get close to her heart when I leave my roots; I hope I can become a swimming fish. I can hover in the water under the boat and kiss her reflection.
Graceful girls are always in dreams, close at hand and out of reach. On that tossing and turning night, her mind was full of her clear shadow. What's her last name, where does she live, and is she engaged to anyone else? When she turns her head that day, will she find the man standing a stone's throw away? How can I express my full love to her? Numerous questions hover in my mind, taking away my sleep and soul, but I am willing to suffer day and night. Pin all my best wishes on that half-asleep fantasy.
How I wish I could be with her, like a pair of mandarin ducks and a pigeon, playing touching music like a harp, and playing unspeakable love for her with bells and drums.
Beautiful girl, but always so dedicated, picking everywhere, when can I look up at the boy who has been singing this love song on the river bank for a long time?
A song of Guanluo, what a subtle love. In the faint misty water, there are 28 girls working, and the teenagers on the shore are casually humming eternal songs, pursuing beauty and yearning for love. Such a story is as beautiful as a landscape painting, and a deep friendship ripples between clouds and water.
In the cardamom years, no one has a poem in his heart as beautiful as a clear sentence, which is written for the most beautiful sweetheart. In such a story, there is no quarrel, no unwarranted suspicion, no utilitarian measure, and it is a pure feeling.
If a flower has no love, who is the butterfly lingering with? If a butterfly doesn't know how to love, who is the gentleness of the flower? For mutual affection in the world, two of a kind is the most rare, and even the most mundane days can produce different mutual affection. I always envy those who have gone to the past, as if their paradise will always be true, kind and beautiful, otherwise how can there be such touching poems handed down from generation to generation? They have no clothes to wear, no colorful cosmetics, and no advanced communication tools to express their feelings, but their love is spreading, which makes us deeply moved and imagines the dilemma and urgency of love in our hearts.
I even envy the girl who picks flowers. A silhouette occupies the front page of the Book of Songs. When the water swings gently, I catch a glimpse of my ancestors. I know that the stories in it are true records of our ancestors' lives, including their love, bitterness and happiness, their blessings and prayers, their hate vows, and telling later people what their lives are like. The times have been progressing, but our pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty has never been decided, because we are not simple animals, and we are all people living in the world.
Cherish everything you have, hang your beautiful vision on the picture scroll, sail towards it, don't stay in the past, don't waste today's time for vanity, and don't give up your insistence on the truth for today's destruction.
"The Dove in Guanguan", I think it may have been sung by Wei Sheng who once held this post and died. Zhang sheng is also eager for Yingying. Kim's deep affection for Lin is a tragedy, which is also the reason why it is shocking. Fortunately, where pigeons spread, there are more happy stories.