Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Shian Nala
Xu zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure—
Shian, Nora.
far and near
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
alley
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall