The uninvited sun
Scatter yourself to the earth without reservation
Mom doesn't know.
How blue is the sky in the south?
I don't know the northern sky.
how heavy
A beautiful village.
On the territory of China.
You can't find it with a magnifying glass.
No matter how I drift.
Home is like a thread.
Tie me tight
No matter what I say.
I can't get rid of my parents.
Sister and sister got married.
White-haired parents
Work day and night
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon
But I can't expect my son's hug.
Homesick person
Have a drink and look at the sun outside.
But I can't find it.
The direction of going home
Pack your simple luggage.
Pack yourself into a backpack
Tears blurred the moonlight in the city.
Wave and take yourself home.
Expectation is as painful as filial piety.
When I got home, I just basked in the sun with my parents.
It's enough for the villagers in the small village.
covet
Second, back
Long braid
Remember childhood, remember youth.
Turn around.
The whole body is beautiful.
Broke people's silence
Think back to the wooden house at home
Strong tears
I haven't shed my eyes for decades.
Bite your teeth and lift your legs.
regretless youth
Wear long braids
Dream of spring
Don't leave it to the touched people.
Third, the recent mood.
Not that the sun is not good.
It's just rainy.
You seldom feel warm.
It's cold all day.
Drowned the recent mood.
I want to have a good laugh.
The source of laughter was also blown away by the wind.
Sitting in a bar teahouse
Find joy in life.
Still leaving in the noise.
In the corner of the city
Open memory
A beam of moonlight ignited the passion.
Let go of yourself and put aside your troubles.
Spring of the year
In the song of another struggle
Happy blooming
Fourth, city streets.
Three meals a day.
Feed yourself fat for nothing.
Imprisoned thoughts are a little rusty.
Looking through the window, the moonlight is bright.
Go back to your room.
Can't see the outside world
Just dress up.
Wear a pair of sunglasses
Put on a windbreaker
take to the streets
Guard the beauty of the night
Beauty under neon lights
It is the touch of the bustling city.
Pedestrians shuttling through city streets
Forgot the way home
When a gust of wind blows
The falling yellow leaves hit my head and made me awake.
Stroll through the streets of the city.
Wandering crowd
Take a simple bag.
Hide in the typhoon bridge.
The night of frost and dew and the night of retreat
Looking forward to the dawn sun
Come early