The jokes memorized were compiled on the campus or street corner of the years.
Wandering back to the place where we met in the last century through the whistling north wind outside the window.
I was full of affection at first sight, but I was too shy to talk to each other. Those naked, smart and talking eyes are exploring my expression and heartbeat in a confusing way.
I don't know when I became popular because of your truthfulness, liveliness and wildness, but only mine. The blushing of cinnabar in the dying sun between my eyebrows is stronger than the gentleness of bowing my head, and better than the shyness of Furong's first love for calves.
Thin fairy wind, in the east wind, you slide in my arms,
Shy rose, speak silently, allow me, my heart thumped slowly, like a kiss without touching the ground.
The night is still early, and the flowers are gone at the corner.
You said, this is a story, and there will be an ending.
Different roads can't reach the same goal, so you call it "get together well and part well"
Everyone hid their faces and shed tears in the rain, pulling hooks and saying to be strong.
Close your eyes and count together, three, two, one, facing each other, splashing water, spray and my long umbrella sweeping the floor like spears.
We turned around tacitly at the same time. You threw down your umbrella, jumped on me and held my neck tightly. I seem to have rubbed you into my blood.
I raised my umbrella above my head with my left hand, and it was raining again.
After a drizzle, soft hair and a long kiss, my lips were covered with blood.
Remember, at that time, you said it was my last gift.
Tonight, the lights are bright, can the old man be safe?