Bai Yutang belt: I met her under the green forest tree in spring, and I tied her with a Bai Yutang belt; She didn't feel anything, so she took a nap there. I looked at her, and my life was tied to hers with this sight; I feel it, but it's confusing. But I whispered to her silently, and I made the white rose tremble and rustle; So she woke up from her nap. She looked at me, her life was closely connected with my sight ... and our surroundings became a paradise. Introduction to Wild Roses: Teenagers saw the red roses and the roses on the leaves, how delicate and charming they were. They hurried to see them and secretly praised them. Rose, rose, red rose, rose on the vilen. The boy said, "I'll take you back, rose on the yuan leaf!" " "Rose said," I hurt you so that you will never forget it. I can never promise you. "Rose, rose, red rose, rose on yuan ye. The rude boy began to pick, vilen picked roses, and the roses stung his hand, lamenting the futility, so he had to let them destroy it. Rose, rose, red rose, rose on the vilen.
When you are old: when you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
Do you remember? Do you still remember that every spring night, we look down at the garden through the window lattice, where the fragrance of winter jasmine and lilac flowers mysteriously floats in the night. The starry sky overhead is so vast, and you are so young-time flies secretly. How silent the night is! Thousands of birds singing clearly came from the seaside, and our eyes crossed the treetops and silently looked at the hazy countryside. It's spring around us now, but we no longer have a hometown. Now I often stay up late to listen to whether the night wind is still blowing to my hometown. Whoever gets married in his hometown will never wander in a foreign land again. His eyes are always in his hometown: there is only a little comfort-we are still holding hands. Firefly, firefly, come and see me. According to me, according to dew grass, according to soil, according to your old age. I lie here and let a bud pass through my body and my heart, grow into a tree and bloom. Let a piece of moss, so light, so light cover my whole body, like a pair of small hands, cover me with a thin quilt when I sleep during the day. I lie here and chew the fragrance of the sun. In another world, larks fly high in the blue sky. Fireflies, fireflies, emit faint light-enough to bear memories and swallow sadness! 7 Bird of Paradise: Flying, flying, spring, summer, autumn and winter, day and night, the bird of paradise in Yuhua, this is a happy cloud tour, this is eternal slavery? Drink dew when you are thirsty and dew when you are hungry. Yu Hua's bird of paradise, is this delicious for the immortals or homesickness in autumn? Did you come from heaven or went to heaven? Yu Hua's bird of paradise. In the vast blue sky. Do you think your journey is lonely, too If you come from heaven, can you tell us how desolate the garden was on the day when Yu Hua's bird of paradise, Adam and Eve were exiled?