Snowflakes soften the hard land.
The spring rain is continuous.
Let me stand behind the distant window again.
Think about the back of your umbrella.
Looking at Fahua's scribbled youth
How can the lifted wine cross?
Your forehead is full of smiles.
I know the expectations.
Like white snowflakes
It was a year after we met again.
We shook our glasses.
Turn table after table of floating cheers.
Each brush shoulder
Are all a circle with an arc
Dare not turn around and face it
Afraid of scattered tears
Can't drink choked lips
Yes, winter will always pass.
Uprising branch
It will fill your deep depression again.
Like that long line.
I can't escape the time of lovesickness.
Goodbye, my friend.
Colorful cherry blossoms will fall in lonely corners.
The sunset glow in the sky will make your figure sink.
I will be like you.
Stay under the moon in western Ran Ran.
Looking back at the warmth of the past inch by inch.
Second loneliness
A glass of wine.
Full of his wife's silence
A small square table.
Cold and silent. On both sides
Let the family lose too much joy.
Take a hard bite of bitter water.
Gaze with melancholy eyes.
Cold wind hay road corner
Maybe it's a cell phone hidden in the dark
Smash midnight dreams
The next day's dim warm sun
Knead winter into a shriveled shadow.
Then slowly stretch it as if nothing had happened.
The green sky after the snow melted.
Finally, a red butterfly came out.
Then another one appeared.
You're awake.
Slap your numb hips hard.
It's like catching the line of cheering children and kites.
Immediately decided to talk to his wife.
To find the unfamiliar voice.
Santaohua language
Rain fell from mother's eyes.
Answer the barking of dogs in the village intermittently.
All night.
Wet dawn
Let the umbrella sneak out of the threshold
I can't control my eyes.
The south window has never been opened again.
Locking injury
Moldy green catkins in the corner of the pond
The noisy fireworks finally fell silent.
Only rain
It seems that my son brought back the snow.
Hidden in endless cotton
It's unnatural.
Dusk is a ball.
Press here.
Shui Piao came out.
The boiling magpie surprised her mother.
Eyes are red and swollen in an instant.
The corner is full of peach branches.
A south wind blew on the depressed face.
My son who has been home for seven days.
Isn't it the annual peach blossom?
Who said that the flowering period is full of flowers?
It is short-lived and gorgeous.
Four snows
Careless and exhausted on my windowsill.
sob
Tour Tianshan fox
I use loving eyes.
Comb those white and clean hair.
And the messy wounds next to the upright branches
Fill the pupils with fog and dew
All the shadows were called away by my hometown.
Because there is a past waiting at home.
They walked on the acacia.
Mantian fireworks
Fill every corner with happiness
I'm also preparing.
Prepare to carry home.
Let the green leaves fill the lonely branches
Let Taohua Road be colorful.
Let the swallows return to the lonely cold nest
Let Hongyan repay my grief that I can't send away.
But the white fox screaming in the wind
Why are you tired of windowsills?
Instead of going back to your old place