When I read you, the noise suddenly dissipated. In the quiet world, there is the sound of nature, and my eyes are full of clear water and a lush continent. Eupatorium odoratum flowers cross the boat, splashing; A clear voice sounded and all was silent. Those mysterious and aura-filled words danced and pulled me into a distant, strange and familiar dream. ...
Think that night, there should be a bright moon, there should be sparse stars, there should be a faint wind blowing, and the leisurely and graceful charm of the Iraqi people swayed into a taoran scenery under the moon. After a long time! Grassland, love onions!
Think of that moment, there should be a clear voice, a stream of water. God's light and peace are separated, smiling, and your fluttering white skirt is my journey of no return. Road resistance and long, road resistance and right! Shan Renzhong, water heavy, hard to stop!
I think you should be the woman who plays the flute in Lanzhou. Plainclothes are by the water, with Tong Guan Hui You. After wading across the river like silver, your clothes are facing the wind, your voice is far from the water, and you come from the moon and your heart. Who is waiting for you for a thousand years? Who's looking for you? Who is gazing at you affectionately? Who works tirelessly for you? -Who does silence stand for? Who is the plain skirt dancing for?
I think I should be a boat in a cloth under the moonlight, watching a figure in the water, waiting for an appointment. The misty water and the flute sound like a dream, I lost myself in Rulan's talk. He is green, why are Iraqis so boundless? How much upstream, I saw you smiling, wan in the middle of the water; How many times I went upstream, but I could only look at each other from afar. You are at the water's edge!
Reading you is a distant scenery.
Listen to you, that's an ethereal voice.
Nailing you is eternal love.
Missing you is a dream I never want to walk out of.
A thousand years ago, it was frosty. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. ...