forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
2. Traces of rain
(Music: Kissing Rain)
Raindrops fall gently.
Window sash of the heart
Leave a trace
Melodious music
Every time it rings in my ear
Always put memories
Turn back to the original page
One summer.
My heart was shattered by raindrops.
A beautiful piece of music.
Flowing into my heart
Accompanied by rain.
I like the rain
I like to walk in the rain.
I like standing in the rain.
The rain gave me peace.
The rain gave me leisure.
The rain gave me happiness and comfort.
From then on, I had the expectation of getting wet.
With the hope of listening to the rain
When it rains.
Let the heart window open and take a bath.
Expect rain
Sitting alone by the window watching the stars
Savor carefully.
the day before yesterday
Traces left by rain.
A trace of concern for the rain
It used to make me feel inexplicable loneliness and loneliness.
But after all, I came over.
Walking through the mud in the rain
Through the deposition of rainwater
Rainbow all the way today.
Li Xuan Xinyi
The imprint of rain is dribs and drabs.
Keep it in your heart, imprint it on your heart.
Accompanied by wonderful music.
Engraved in my heart forever. ...