Pray for hymns.

Poetry is like the wind

The scars left by the feeling of galloping through the four seasons

Sow the seeds of emotion in spring.

Enjoy the romantic flowers flying in early summer.

All the way to autumn

Then bury it with winter snow.

but I ...

It is the original servant of this soul.

Always feel the same with your heart.

I can't stop my inner enthusiasm.

Write the difference between lips one by one.

Washed dusk

Spring is so clever.

It's raining.

Let miss the cycle.

So it is bright in the loneliness of light and shadow.

In summer, people become bloated.

Smart is the sound of birds.

Or is the fog getting thicker and thicker?

Can only be seen in the chaos.

The clarity of the sea

Charming green fields

Walking in the sun with a bad temper

They can't feel it.

Someone's enthusiasm

See through by greed

A lake like a mirror

Need a sense of calm.

Destroy lonely maturity

Autumn has a heavy trust.

The ground is full of dream wealth.

Carrying the glory of old dreams

What is lagging behind is that

Cruel reality.

We pray for truth.

But they often live in real wealth.

It's an immature bondage.

Finally see clearly.

What is courage?

In winter,

There's always a hoarse moan.

Hao Han Byrd kept crying.

Those who are given

Fairy tale civilization

Buried by snow.

Four seasons on the edge

No more cheap crying

The winter snow flying all over the sky still retains that reserve.

Its cry

And revealed a fresh four seasons.