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Who is the spring breeze caressing in the era when white clothes are fluttering (Li Chaohui)? In that era when the grass was whimsical and the warblers were flying, fate arranged for us to meet. In a desolate area, there are stars everywhere. Some people feel that their bodies are beginning to get tired. We are very happy and open to each other. We are warm. The window sill is bleak with blood and rain. No one can confess to anyone, leaving a blank love letter to guess the sad and snowy year. It means the world becomes black and white. Don't leave. Don't leave that cloudy and foggy balcony. You are thousands of miles away. In the era of cherry blossoms, the air is full of brilliance. I remember this era of white clothes fluttering. The little prince () is sad about the Milky Way, but the lonely star Jiao finally becomes a wanderer in the world. In recent years, human feelings have become more and more weak. In a hurry, there are many things that are unpredictable and confusing, and suddenly I meet roses. Why spend thousands of flowers to add sadness? Why pursue it again? Yesterday was not true love. It's hard to say. You and I have been together for a long time. It is the most rare sad song to lament the gap between people's hearts. Beautiful scenery is the same as nothing. ............ always wanted to say something (Li Chaohui). The story of ups and downs in grey memory is that the world is raining cats and dogs. The story of the past is that the whirlpool flooded you and held up my bitter fate. In that tragic poem, dear, don't be hungry again! The rickety bike in the hot sun is in the distant building. Honey, are you thirsty and hot? The cold wind and the faint village are on that lonely hillside. Honey, are you okay? The faint fireworks in the castle peak are in that lonely field, dear, you should go home early and rest! The boundless sky, the long clouds, in the misty heaven. Dear, you must be healthy and happy! Hazy sunset, clear outline, floating clouds over the years, a whole piece of flowers scattered, dear, we will all be fine! ! ! Honey, today is your birthday. Happy birthday to you. You must be very happy. You must be fine! ! ! Light song (Ye translation) shines on your shadow, looks for your posture, loosens your tight hands and spells your name. Once upon a time, the scenery you saw sank into darkness, but you couldn't see it. You can feel your warmth just by groping for the light switch. The dance music I understand will be conveyed to you anyway. The sky you look up to together is still printed in your heart. I want to bring you that glory. Where is the breeze I feel when I open my hands? The more brightly lit the street, the more you can't find the memories and tears at the end of the setback. I can't find time to be together anymore. I am so lonely. Hold me tight again. Time is passing relentlessly. Come and notice how much I want to touch you by your side. You find the star with you shining. Even in the distance, I can feel the miracle of meeting you. Don't just remember. Smile again. Don't let go of your clenched hand, now look up at the sky with you. Still branded in my heart, I want to bring that light back to you. Where is the breeze I feel with my hands open? Light the lights on the road and walk with you (composition, lyrics supplement time and Gamemaster. The thief of the years (Chu) can't wait at the same table. It's hard to laugh in the same row. It is always watched silently by you. Your eyes are staggered but immediately separated. Now that I think about it, this has become an unparalleled sorrow in the world. The one-way street of life has not turned back, and time has washed away sleepwalking. When do you want to wander? A thief is the pocket of an insatiable person, and all I have left is a pale and free walk (Chen Xin). Flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, the years are precious, and the golden opportunity is not cherished. Now there are only a thousand lines of tears and thoughts, and the night is flying. How can I be sleepy and drink a thousand cups alone, but I am afraid to think twice about cigarettes after waking up (Chu Wenjie). Some people say that cigarettes are just props to pretend to be lonely, which is the identity of the rich. It is also said that a beautiful girl with a sword needs a beautiful girl, and you can only be ground by a hero. But to me, you are not a worthless vassal, and you are not an echo of a certain identity. In countless twinkling nights, like fireflies, trees are lovely and elusive. Shadows are scattered on the balcony, and cicadas can't hide in the dark. The wall is full of years, and my heart is still wandering and quiet. Only cigarettes, a cigarette, a song and a pot of muddy wine mountain. Foreigners understand your injury, but I can't bear to say goodbye to you. The autumn wind of the autumn moon movement of youth (Jesuli Chen) swept away, taking away my gaudy years, leaving only a shallow desolation in my heart, driving away my inner sadness, leaving only. Sweet smile on my cheeks, how clear the sky is washed by rain, let me know how brilliant the rainbow and autumn wind are if I don't give up, and let me know that regretless youth needs to bloom proudly (Dong Wei). A well-meaning left-behind always tries to hide his inner wounds, but you can easily see through the sunshine, and your whole face and heart are instantly bright without any disguise. No sky is hollow and can't fly. Just laugh, even if you fall, the wind and waves roar. Can bury your light poetry —— Remember that youth (Wang Peng) is as light as the breeze. The beautiful scenery in the poem is lovely, and the soft lake bends your youth. Poetry is picturesque, painting youth is like autumn water, and the scenery is picturesque. Charming branches are also bowing for you. Youth is picturesque, and poetry is hidden in painting. Poetic youth playground night tour (Chu) The passing figure goes on and on like our endless life. Lovers' whispers are far less annoying than nightingale's nunchakus. I think only Jingwumen is its hometown. If you can cut off the damn time for me, I hope I can listen to an MP3 with you, saying nothing but listening to the melody. I want to find a peach blossom garden (Chu Wenjie). Not seclusion, but hand in hand with you. Enjoy the beautiful scenery. I want to have a pair of white wings, not just to fly, but to appear by your side in time. I want to be a painter, not to make a living, but to freeze some beautiful pictures and not be forgotten by time. I think, I miss you countless times, just for you who I have thought about countless times. I'd rather be the one waiting for him than watch you pass by. I would like to drink the stone of life on the water pillow for forgetting the year, not to forget, but to taste the unforgettable taste again. I would like to be a moth. Not for the light, but to think of all of you before I die. I am willing to use all my strength to return to you who are drifting away. I hope the sun sets and the tired birds return home safely. I hope winter will come and geese will return to the south. I hope the snow will float and the grain will be plentiful. I hope that the ice and snow will melt and spring will return to the lush land. I hope my true love is thousands of miles away. I hope to hold your hand and grow old with my son, but all my hopes are not as happy and healthy as yours. Late at night, I remembered the song that we are all familiar with. I can belong to our youth (Zhu Lili). Who can not admire the miracle of dripping water wears away the stone? Who can not admire Jingwei's perseverance in reclamation? Who can not praise Kuafu's spirit of pursuing the sun? Just like a classmate and a blooming teenager, a scholar attacked Fang Qiu. Our ideal releases the light of youth. Our passion burns the stage of dreams. We play the strong voice of the times, let us raise our ideal sails, ride the wind and waves, cross time and space, and move the stars. Time flies, the frustration of youth has sharpened our fighting spirit, and we begin to doubt the road we have taken. Please don't give up time, time can't hide our memories. We are still stuck in that ambitious era. He always stimulates our nerves. He always inspires our hearts. He always releases our dreams, so we won't hesitate. I don't want to stop moving forward, even though we know that the distant road is so difficult and the dream is so far away. Who is constantly calling in our ears, who is constantly pouring the power of life? We always accept the challenge of fate. Please give me wings whenever we shout at the sky. I want to fly and look up at the starry sky (Dong Wei). You are an angel in my heart. Your skirt flutters like a feather, and you miss the spring breeze you can't touch. How far is the distance between your gentle walls? It's like a journey of the century. Occasionally, the intersection is like a huge whirlpool, which tightly attracts the boat of the heart. Are there two parallel lines? There is no possibility of meeting. Young people (Jesuli Chen) need to spend freely. Youth is so short that it is fleeting. Youth needs to be carefully cherished. Every moment of youth will become a beautiful memory in the future. Youth needs bold love. Love is the best way to enjoy youth. Youth needs to feel youth seriously. Every step is so subtle. Youth needs to listen carefully to all the beautiful voices in the world. Youth needs to bloom without regrets. Youth needs to bloom like a flower so as not to fade. Youth needs a warm hug. Embrace this short and beautiful new dream with a warm heart (Feng Yinkai). The rising sun in the morning began to light up a new day. When I woke up from my dream, my first thought was you. You gave me the motivation to live at night. I stared at the quiet starry sky. The vast and faint forest was silent. Finally, you take me to bed. My heart is flying (Chen Xin). I would like to be an eagle, fight the sky and travel in space. I would like to be a fine horse, standing on the sole of my foot and overlooking everything. Running in Wan Li, leaving the wind behind and looking at the end of the world, this young heart is calling to life with full blood. In this lofty years, when he is in his prime, he longs for the sky, despises everything, pursues perfection and rushes to his dreams, hoping that his heart can fly farther without fear. Looking at the dark clouds gathering, the wind whistling and the heavy rain, I am a swift enjoying a solitary life on the waves. Sigh (Wang Yilang) I remember that year, no illness, no worry, no hate, no worry, no worry, no smile, no worry, no worry, no worry, no worry, no worry, no worry, no worry.