Go to a desert island with a dream,
Looking for the fairy in the painting is a childhood dream.
I ran into roses on the road,
Take a flower to wander.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the words in the scraps of agarwood are very legendary.
She doesn't understand,
When are games and dreams?
Somehow,
A preference for fairy tales.
Can you, never say goodbye forever,
Giving up is still red and black.
Last night, when this endless sadness continued,
Who wrote youthful frivolity?
In summer, after singing this song, listen to me: hair is like snow.
Love flowers and think of the past, and send a piece of blood to Datang.
I would like to be a spring mud flower protector.
In the diary of dusty dream, write down, thank you for the rain,
If I remember you in my next life,
I want to write a little poem for you: Love Begonia.
Say goodbye without saying anything,
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Who knows that a blink of an eye is a lifetime, wandering.
Days unrelated to happiness, reading Zen,
After flying in the plum flute all night, I came back for a nap.
Write a distinctive life and still sail.
Don't interfere with the quiet life by putting on airs.
Because of the wind that year,
Time becomes rivers and oceans,
If the sun falls in love with rainy days, my heart will fly.
At the seaside, the wind is blowing.
The bamboo forest listens to the rain, and the sea listens to the wind.
The wind blows gently and never stops, Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, Si Yong,
Tea on the beach.
The running script is fragrant, instantly intoxicated, chasing dreams by the wind,
There are clouds in Wushan, and autumn is sung in three places.
Go with the flow.
Soft time, bamboo poems are full of youthful affection.
Eternal mystery, misty rain in A Zheng, hazy eyes,
Who folds chrysanthemum fragrance to comb the curtain rain, clear autumn three lanes.
Dark clouds are floating, the legendary swordsman,
Maybe for a moment, maybe forever, always listen to the wind.
Three letters from Henaan, one from Xiang Mei's drunken wind,
Dimfragrance, Xun Mei, Millennium elegance, quiet days,
Holy light, looking at the other side of the sea.
Time, morning, snow, listening to the rain,
On the other hand, we know each other like a mirror.
The distance between the wind and the moonlight boundary,
Tango in the world of mortals, the piano is the second language of Sasha Vujacic,
Listen to the peach blossom shallow Wen Chun, walk with the rain.
You are my April day, full of lily petals,
A lotus dream.
Still water depth, after May.
You don't have to fold a few petals, so go all the way.
You said, it's been a long time,
Later, a warm, tangible,
It's midnight on the plum blossom flute,
Catch the wings of the wind and look into space.
Thoughts drift away
Looking from the window, the breeze blew,
Thoughts drift away,
Shallow feelings, sent to heaven,
Gone with the wind
Heaven and man are separated forever, and the heart is melodious.
Through the clouds, soul mates.
Wait, winter has passed and spring has come.
A pot of wine makes you drunk.
Looking at it, I heard a wonderful sound.
Deep feelings;
Deep friendship and treasure, hidden in my heart,
Walk with the moon.
Rain or shine, travel to the south,
Your palms are as warm as ever.
Keywords chasing, summer insects, autumn snow,
Sixteen eyes, Ling Ying asked the curtain to swing.