Yuan
Back to my hometown,
Lots and lots of things!
One more coffin,
There is also a portrait.
There are more people with leucorrhea,
More tears.
Take a look,
Oh!
I know!
Less than-
A grandfather who loves me!
The import and export of dreams
Zhang Jinhe
I flew a kite when I was a child,
Often appear in dreams;
Kites fly in the air,
It took my hand,
I pay close attention to it,
The grass followed me closely,
Childhood follows time closely. ...
One day,
The line is broken,
Everything turned into a puff of smoke,
I just woke up,
Find the entrance and exit of dreams-
Go back to mom's arms.
time
Gu xuanyue
Time is like a candle,
It's gone when it's burned,
People are the same,
The candle went out,
Everyone's gone,
Time has gone.