A mistake
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Two small islands
I miss the island where you live.
It belongs to the tropics and is a green country.
On the shallow beach, there are always colorful fish.
Birds bounce on branches, such as the rise and fall of keys.
The cliffs there love to stare, and the vines hang like hair.
The grass there is good at waiting and full of wild flowers.
The sunshine you bathe in is blue, and the sea breeze is green.
Then your health is depressed and love is slow.
The humor of the cloud and the faint thunder smile.
Dance music in the forest and cold songs.
I can't describe the island where you live.
It is difficult to draw a picture of a slight earthquake in the afternoon there.
If I go, I will take my flute.
I am a shepherd boy and you are a lamb.
Otherwise, if I go, I will become a firefly.
Light a lamp for you with my life.
Sanyusi
We fell in love, like rain,
On the interstellar road,
Our car is quiet.
Once played in the transparent forest,
Once stood on a waterless stream,
That is, the riverbed crowded with lotus leaf lights.
This is a story about Penny and Queqiao.
Get out of there ...
Get out of there
We fell in love, like rain,
Obliquely woven into a faint memory.
But is this a good memory?
Stay among the stars forever?
Now it is a broken pearl.
all over the world ...
Four? skylight
Every night, the stars come to fetch water from my roof.
I lay on my back at the bottom of the well. What a deep well.
Since the skylight
It's like uncovering ice and snow with your hands.
── I am the spring that the Northern Emperor can't extricate himself.
The planetesimals are all beautiful, and one cycle takes up seven nights.
What about the little blue star in the south?
The spring has been hanging on the wall.
The noisy pottery bottle in that town hasn't been hung down yet.
Ah, the stars are beautiful.
In the dream, there is only one name.
That name is as comfortable as running water. ...
Five? rivulet
Lying between grass and flowers
There are careless red dots and immature green.
It's like Wan Li flowing through thousands of centuries.
On the line where my melancholy eyes are best suited to stay.
Like a fallen fence
Like a ribbon wrapped around the bottom of my little garden.
When I walk, you hold my shadow like a corridor.
When I take a nap, you are my dream road.
Dreaming of the ancient cold and the barrier of distant mountains
I dreamed that the girl was leaning against the lamb, and snowflakes were drifting across the grassland.
Moreover, at that time, I was a cuckoo.
Dreaming that spring will not come, I have nothing to say for a long time.
Six? The belated death of the rainbow
I am the center of the circle, and I am standing.
The sun arcs above my head.
I am the center of the ocean, and I am standing.
The brightest blue arc around me.
I'm calculating the poles
Draw a natural colored arc in the west.
But it's cold at dusk!
Cover that beautiful red tie with a big gray lapel.
Seven? ring
July has come and gone ...
Left us in July.
August is coming.
When August comes,
Took away the old man who sold flowers ...
So, the chapel clock
Voice of peace
A priest who came home in white.
Wipe your sweat with peace of mind.
We listened quietly and watched.
Wait calmly. ...
One day, in the bell,
One month in all.
And quietly took us there. ...
Eight? Songsong
No more wandering, I don't want to be a singer in space
Would rather be a stone man for a time.
However, I am a wanderer of the universe.
Earth, you don't need to keep me.
I will come to this land.
Leave all directions
Jiukelai town
This town is very lucky in March.
Spring is full of things. ...
Running water is like a belt.
Under the stone bridge, and
The green in March is like running water. ...
The guest came to a small town, and the alley was quiet.
When the guests came to the door, the copper ring sounded like a silver bell.
Clouds and first-order fallen flowers floating in the distant sky ...
Ten? Fubie
Leaving you this time, it is the wind, the rain and the night.
You smile and I wave.
A lonely road will spread to both ends.
At this time, you have returned to your home by the river.
Thought you were combing your long hair or tidying your wet coat.
I have a long way to go back from the storm.
The mountains recede into the distance, and the flat weeds swell even more.
Alas, the world is afraid that darkness has really taken shape. ...
You said, you are so stupid. You look just like the child fighting in the wind.
You shouldn't have tied it and let it go.
The wind has gone, leaving a broken line.
This book is too thick. It shouldn't open the cover.
The beach is too long. You shouldn't walk out of the footprints.
Clouds come from the valley and springs drop from the cracks.
It all started. Where is the ocean?
The first encounter of "single-plank bridge" has become a thing of the past.
Now it is a vast grassland.
I have lost the right to keep your pet.
How beautiful it is to knead red and white, blue and dusk sky together.
I don't miss the golden orchard either.
But you're in Victor's grave ...
I don't want to see you again when I leave you this time.
By the time you read this, you have fallen asleep quietly.
Leave everything we haven't finished and leave it to the world.
I'm still stepping on this world.
This is just your dream. ...
Eleven? Last spring
It was cold in spring again this morning, and the trees were quiet.
An eagle flapped its wings and flew obliquely in the drizzle.
Scholars with books on their shoulders packed their bags for a long journey.
Looking up, one day the clouds and rain moved west.
This will be the last spring, ah, the last time.
After ten years' absence, I want to win back the dazzling Zhu Mei.
After all, it is the day of parting, an empty cup.
Or have poured out tomorrow's questions, ah, scholars.
What will your first light ink nourish?
Is it green moss? Just that one volume, isn't it a distant fame?
It was chilly in spring this morning, and the trees were silent.
An eagle fluttered its wings in the drizzle.
A scholar with a book on his shoulder stopped on the road.
Blocked by jagged white flags and chariots and horses
Ah, the scholar who went to Wei, what surprised you?
This is just a funeral procession, just a dissolute annihilation.
Is it because this parade is like a gust of wind?
The decline of glory will cause the living to tremble.
Sex moves west, and a glass of wine is Ying Ying.
Under the eaves of Mao Yan, Fei Jing, the cold spring brushed gently.
The scholar who unloaded the book smiled:
I'm glad I had an epiphany in the past, since then, ah, since then.
Over and over again, humming an idyllic tune
Twelve? region of rivers and lakes
The surrounding green hills are too high and clear.
Like a blue window. ...
We often draw a cloud curtain.
It's cloudy and drizzling.
I used to love listening to the sound of peace and harmony.
Today, I am worried about the wind and rain in the yard for you.
Forget it.
Whether the fate of his life is worth a thousand years of wisdom or not.
Who let you and I meet?
Meet like two fish in this small water lane.