A blue summer,
So delicate,
It is so hot,
So soft.
When the breeze blows gently,
When the sun shines,
The blue of that summer,
Will flash,
glitter ...
Flower's face,
How beautiful,
How sacred!
That summer was gentle.
Render my poem.
Looking at Xia Lan and smelling the flowers,
Another kind of leisure.
Water and light,
The lotus is brilliant,
The title page of infiltrating memory.
Warm smiling face,
Familiar behavior,
Whisper in the wind.
Continuously, continuously,
String it in blue' Miss!
You use the brightness of moonlight,
Light up my heart.
I use gentle poems,
Draw you between the lines.
Day after day, year after year!
The most beautiful mark,
Drunk and beautiful,
Flowing along the fingertips,
The story of meeting drifted away,
But it is hidden between paper and ink.
Xia Lan,
Still thinking about it,
Still wandering in my heart,
A soft face,
I still miss it in Xia Lan.
All this,
Like yesterday,
As if it had never changed.
It's just that we can't catch up with the years,
Not a teenager!
This summer,
Flowers are in the wind, and fragrance is also in the wind.
I tried to gently freeze the silk again.
No matter what I do,
Can't hold the cloud in a hurry!
The wind is still blowing,
Time is still drifting away,
But I still remember clearly,
That meeting was very special,
What a wonderful feeling that summer was!