"That year's youth" dream, slept for a winter.
Start running in spring
How many smiles are spreading in the depths of flowers?
How many birds are hiding in the trembling jungle?
I've been looking for it.
but
But I can't find you.
I can't find myself either.
confused
With a sword in his hand.
I can't penetrate the dawn.
I'm lost.
In the lush swamp
Wandering alone
That summer morning
Pomegranate flowers are covered with branches
I am waiting for a beautiful meeting under the flower tree.
You came with dignity.
I dare not look up.
If, if possible. ...
When the exquisite jade language
Through the heart
(That's it) suddenly.
In this way, in the wonderful breath.
Lost track of you
In green ignorance
Wandering alone
The wind has gone to a distant place.
I miss that it's still the ink in the nib.
Alone, in the window of a bungalow.
Look into the distance from a height
Clouds stand quietly on the horizon.
How many people understand her sadness?
The gentleness of bowing your head and the calmness of raising your head.
This is just an illusion.
If you lose your dream,
What are your hopes?
Youth, sighing
Ride past
Crossing the gap of time
Can't see elegance and grace
Can't smell excitement
A plain dress looks pale and beautiful.
I sing for boys and girls. I sing for boys and girls.
I sing in the morning.
I sing hope.
I sing about things that belong to the future.
I sing about the power of growth.
My song
You can fly.
Fly to the hearts of those young people
Find the place where you stay.
Everything that makes me tremble is like grass.
Happy or beautiful thoughts.
Into sound.
Fly in all directions.
Whether it's like a breeze
Or a piece of sunshine.
Gently from my strings
The sadness of losing adulthood
I am young again.
My blood is bleeding fast.
I am full of dreams and longing for life.
Xi Murong, youth.
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.