I smell your figure from the fragrance of loess,
Crisp silver bell
Through hundreds of trees and thousands of branches
Cross this river,
Dotted with slender eyebrows.
With a gentle and handsome face.
Surplus jumped to the ear.
Open your hand, and you will fill my sight.
A simple hug.
Spread the warmth of you and me.
I am lingering and clinging.
Quietly gather in my heart
It is the heartbeat that drives the spread of warmth;
Holding hands gently,
In the thick white breath
I greedily absorbed your rippling smile and you held my hand.
Strolling in the last glow of the sunset
There is a pair of snuggling figures.
Walk in front of you and me;
You tell me the story that happened.
You speak softly, I listen quietly,
Unconsciously,
We walked past hundreds of trees and thousands of branches.
Those rivers are very long.