Mist will light up the fields.
Villages and trees are faintly visible in the distance.
I accidentally stepped into a dream.
On the other side, there is a beautiful woman.
The breeze brushed the ends of my hair.
The earth is full of silence and emptiness.
The green wheat seedlings are quietly jointing.
A hibernating heart wakes up in a dream.
Second, the fog is boundless.
After a long journey in a distant dream
Meet in the foggy sky.
The world is confused and all is silent.
Holding hands silently
Walking in the silent time and space
There is no information in spring.
The cold wind is still biting
Field ridge at the foot
Like the winding Great Wall.
Look up at the invisible sun
Listen to the inaudible birds.
Young green wheat seedlings
Trembling at one's feet
Very vague expectations
Vague hope
Be piously sown in
In the generous chest of the yellow land
Third, remote delivery.
You sent it to me remotely.
This is what I want to send to you remotely-
Snow-white feelings crashed into a powerful voice.
The forest is surging, the valley is roaring, and the sea is stirring.
How brilliant the sun is when the mist clears instantly.
The sky is high and the land is vast.
You told me.
That's what I wanted to tell you—
The river is frozen and looks very cold.
Potential enthusiasm is rolling in.
The waves have long withered because of frivolity.
It is a long history that makes wine mellow.
You gave it to me.
Just what I wanted to give you—
A warm fire on a cold night
Chrysanthemum morifolium beside dead branches
Clear spring in the desert.
Beautiful singing in the birdcage ...
Fourth, chapter break.
( 1)
Swallows cut through the slightly drunk spring breeze.
Take a kite from the past.
I feel like a string.
Dragged by a kite for a long time.
(2)
The feelings of snow once floated in the night.
The feeling of dreams once pervaded the kiss.
Now they're being framed.
Set in a beautiful photo frame.
Hanging in the most eye-catching place in my life
(3)
It is the snow in the distance that is melting quietly.
What is drifting away is the fog of the past.
No drift and melting
It's the feeling of dreams, it's the feeling of snow.