Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. Above, I saw the blue and deep sky, and the blue waves rippling. Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? . Sauvignon blanc, urging the heart. -Don Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. -Li Yu's "Meet You Huan"
The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young. As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life is a mistake, which will only increase fruitless resentment. A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
Before the bottle, I'm going to say I'm going back to China. I didn't say I was miserable in spring. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. You must see all the flowers in Los Angeles. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.