First, "light ink landscape"
Handwriting twists and turns
Your outline is faintly visible.
Wrist trembling slightly.
The earth is connected with green patches.
The breeze wrinkled your face.
Falling red adorns your clothes.
a fine drizzle
Who pissed you off, Lacrimosa?
Mountains and rivers are connected.
Drifting away in light ink
Second, "chasing dreams"
Yueer Wan Wan
It used to be a dim light here.
Hope hangs on the branches.
That is the beloved bell of childhood.
Whenever the wind blows.
The bell began to ring.
Gently, quietly
Thoughts drift across the ocean
There is a ship moored there.
It will take me to the place where my dream began.
Third, "fly to the moon"
Qingxin spring
intelligent life
Wandering between your fingers
gentle breeze
Dimming moonlight
It's already dawn
Beauty of dreams
Will fly quietly with the moon
It will be ruined.