(1) I met you in the familiar and warm jujube forest, surrounded by red lanterns, dazzling Chinese knots and corn sorghum lintels, but I can't see clearly whether your face is handsome or old. (2) I met you romantically and poetically in 2007, and hugged you tightly, leaving no footprints, but the raised yellow sand told me that the sound of horseshoes was from far to near, from near to far. (3) Walking in the moonlight and lying under the door, pink curtains appeared. It is fanaticism, infatuation, and moonlight confrontation. Waiting for the girl who accompanied me on the moonlit night. (4) Zhuan Xu has been to Di Ku, immortals have been to thieves, and teenagers have been to the land of yellow sand. Is the end of jujube forest civilized or barbaric? (5) Friends come, go and come. I have visited many times on foot, riding bicycles and driving Nissan Benz. From children to middle-aged people with gray temples, day after day, year after year. (6) Spring, summer, autumn and winter come and go. I can't keep my youth, years can't stop aging and wrinkles, but I can accompany my youth. I really don't know why I am so fascinated by you, but I began to recall the love letters of Leiming Literature Society in middle school, and I began to worry about my friends unnecessarily. I longed for friendship. Jujube trees are finally swaying in the wind with you, but my mood is puzzling. Where is my home in autumn? I am a fan of poetry. I greet you in the morning and be safe at night (9) OK, I'll send you a jujube flower. If you don't like it, let it turn into a red fruit dancing in the wind, let the yellow sand embrace each other and let the insects sing together. (10) What can I give you with my favorite poem to accompany the wintering birds to chase and play with a man in the Central Plains?
Let's live and die in the blue with the music.