Author: Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a narrow ticket when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The end of the continent is flat.
In the story of running away from home,
Look up or down
It is a sad gesture.
Bright and clear moonlight
Full of loneliness of different lengths
Li Bai's poem Silent Night
You can read your heart as desolate.
Willow on the post road
I can't wave a handsome image anymore.
Song of cicada
Step on the tip of a willow tree
How can you sing the joys and sorrows of the world?
Follow the wind
Look carefully.
My hometown has become a distant place.
Always sigh
The road ahead is too long.
Walk for a long time.
It seems to be still in its original place.
Imagine walking home.
one person
Rapid heartbeat
Wings of thought
This is a wet bird.
Stories are floating.
I wish you a long life
Singer: Faye Wong
Morpheme poetry
Qu Liang Hongzhi
Our time will come.
Holding my cup, I asked the blue sky
I don't know the heavenly palace
What year is tonight?
Riding the wind, I will fly there.
Lest Joan Yu
The higher the altitude, the colder the weather-if a person is too prominent, he is likely to feel desolate.
I stood up to dance and play with my shadow.
How can this human world compare with yours?
Turn to Zhuge, low-lying sleepless.
There should be no hate, no matter how long you leave.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs.
Nothing is perfect since ancient times.
Wish people a long time.
Afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, I want to go home by wind.
Dance on the top of the mountain and find out why the shadow is like the earth.
Turn to Zhuge, low-lying sleepless.
There should be no hate, no matter how long you leave.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs.
Nothing is perfect since ancient times.
Wish people a long time.