Perhaps the magnificent buildings on the Yangtze River have opened your eyes.
When I saw you, you were so silent.
Sam hides a pair of deep pool eyes behind me.
Only let a lake of affectionate water surge in front of my eyes and make a cheerful sound.
Let me look for the pure feelings and carefree that I have lost.
There is a wind floating on the lake, and the gentle and cool wind caresses my face.
I feel a gentle and affectionate heart soothing my tired face.
And those suddenly bright and extinguished eyes, as clear as crystal.
Deep feelings disappear in the sky like smoke. The sky is vast and gloomy.
A long and affectionate sunset, painted with colorful colors, is fascinating …
I miss a boat rocking gently on your vast lake.
I hope I can accompany you to relive your youth in the sunset.
I wish I could lean on that old tree with bean green teeth.
Walking lightly with an umbrella in rainy weather with you.
Stepping on a piece of clear water, humming the ballad of "clearing the wind and waves to send affection"
Find a bench, sit down and stare at the lake in the rain.
Think of Zhang Xiaoxiang thousands of years ago, and his gripping poems:
"The moon is bright, the moon is bright, and it is bright inside and outside."
I miss your limpid eyes, too, flashing smartly, just like this limpid lake.
A crescent moon pours out faintly, swinging a boat, and there are shy stories everywhere.
On that summer night, I told about the beauty I once had and the youth I once blushed like fire. ...
In the distance, there are melancholy songs floating in the wind, impacting the dam of the soul.
As soon as I turned around, it was raining in Mao Mao and the lake was filled with smoke.
The swaying twilight devours my body like a cloud, and my emotional channel is surging.
I never went back to the quiet harbor, nor did I see the thick green branches waving to me.
There is only a thin lake left in front of me, which makes me feel uneasy.
In my ear, only the lake is clear as the sound of a bell frog invading the eardrum. ...