After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains are hung low. Last spring, hate came, the fallen flower became independent and the swift flew.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight. Her two focuses were on Se. On the pipa string, she said that she was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and she had come back according to the colorful clouds.
There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know.
When you meet someone, you win, but there are countless people in the world.
The swallow I may know is back.