flocculate
Naked emotions are flying everywhere
Thick colors from a long time.
In the package
Against The Wall
The troubles of light-colored children
Leave the wind without complaint
Dance with the sun
You said you were like snow.
Dark emotions
Can't melt into sadness
I walk on the pure road.
whitney houston
winter jasmine
spring
Walk towards the branches
Colorful season
Count the buds.
Winter is very tiring.
Shake off the residual snow.
Dewdrops disappeared on the petals.
light breeze
Blow away the fragrance
Filled the sky.
Listen to the birds singing.
The sun is full.
Bathed in my cold heart.
Clouds blooming to the earth
Spring injury (1)
night
Go to the small building alone and smell the fragrance at night.
Look at the bright moon and add a dress.
Shed tears under the tung tree,
Roll up the sadness of the spring breeze.
Spring injury (2)
(of cereal crops) flowers
In early spring, towering poplars are in full bloom.
No color, no fragrance, no makeup.
Fall into the land of lovesickness,
Who will pity the vicissitudes of life?
wind bell
Missing words
Hang it for you on a windy night.
There is no hope in the wind.
Only a messy answer.
The stronger the wind.
Loneliness says crisp pain.
The voice drowned the lost dream.
If there is wind, there is no promise.
If there is no wind, there will be loneliness.
Only regrets in the wind
There is only heartbreak in the wind.
No matter how fast you walk, you can't get it back.
The loudest sound cannot be called back.
Keep the eyes of the heartbeat
If there is wind, there is no promise.
If there is no wind, there will be loneliness.
Heart, also in the sad silence.
spring
February 3, 2004 18:07:57 Li Yingchang
You came back from the mountains and your hand was stabbed.
Pointing at Wei Zi and Dangui along the road.
Separated by various faces
You touch the ever-changing springs in their bodies.
Refused to calm down and stay in a daze in a lonely town.
Let every butterfly fly out of the palm.
Song of spring
towering
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
Spring tides are like rough waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.
(Excerpted from Beijing Suburb Daily)