The sea in my eyes embraces the blue sky.
There is nothing in my heart, but I am flustered by time.
I want to straighten up, but I cry again and again.
At the moment, the bag is empty and there is only cheap water.
Fortunately, I only have a crush on the sea, not the willow color.
If one day, sitting on the green bank
Yes Not blue dreams and white grains of sand.
I painted my attachment all over the walls and the long night.
Then stand on your head.
See that all seaports are Gulangyu Island.
So, sleep in a rock.
Call salty night
I'm afraid the footsteps of pedestrians will disturb my thoughts.
two
A tear grows into a shell and a vine, passing through itself.
How to delete yourself? Are you drunk?
It's dark? Bugs shatter eardrums? Sing greed
I'm not a fisherman's girl, I can only
Turn your long hair into a dream and look back at your footprints.
Night is bound to invade this distant place.
This is what the soul depends on. All stares are engraved with shadows.
Every time the tide comes,
The pain is here, right here.
The waves are rolling under your feet.
Spring will disappear from life.
The shallow lines on the forehead will surely grow into peaks.
three
Shui Bo and I played the strings in the South Journey.
The predecessor of Xianren Bridge is colorful.
Saved the lost fleet and the human crisis
Stand in the same posture. Look at passers-by indifferently
Wind, flowers, snow and the moon are all out of season.
A glass of wine is tilted, full of worries and the blue of the sea.
Open the old barn, remember and cut off the route.
The sea is a graveyard, and the blue sky and white clouds are tassels in front of the grave.
The cloud looked at me faintly, and I looked at the cloud affectionately.
Corals and reefs are higher and farther than the sky.
There is no temperature or contact nearby.
Time is an ant on the roadside, moving a car full of heavy things.
There are eight immortals in Penglai, standing at the door smiling.
A similar ghost, you can't see who He Xiangu has a crush on.
Say goodbye to them gently.
It's a long way into the mountains, but also through ancient times.
Looking back, it seems like a lifetime ago.
The thorn in my heart still promises me right and wrong.
four
Xia Guang is in decline, afraid of the word.
Walking on the road. There is a mourning flute crying in a low voice.
Habits surround themselves and protect themselves sensitively.
Now, the cloud laughs at me, and the wind is always facing it.
This is getting darker and darker, stubborn persistence.
One sunny afternoon, a cup of tea withered and sat in the sunset.
If you persist again and again, you will definitely break the goal set by the wind.
Standing on the shore is more happiness and beauty.
The heart should be like the sea, ignoring its own salty taste.
Be grateful and embrace everything.
Sink down and tell yourself
You must stand back and apologize.
For relatives and tomorrow
A picture unfolded before my eyes.
Ninety nine ways
Finally, she burst into tears.