Han Yu
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.
1 1 April 4th is a stormy day.
Land (dry)
travel
I don't feel sorry for myself in a remote village.
Think about the country.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes, it will fall.
Rain in May
A rain, a wet photo.
Silently, melancholy under the umbrella.
Intermittent silence flowed.
Red umbrella flowers tell stories.
The tenderness of water, the violence of water.
May, this is the season to love spring.
The rain is falling from the sky, and my thoughts are swaying.
A story about rain
Be propped up by a beautiful girl
Honghua seems very sad?
A person's fate is spinning.
Wander on the water
Are you having a sad old dream?
Still can't let go of the shadow behind you?
This scene is fixed at the crossroads.
The traffic lights also become blurred.
Long hair flying, clearer in the rain.
If you cry, it will be warm tears.
If intoxicated, it will be a classic moving music.
The sky makes people speechless, and the soft figure looks fragile.
I want to know your inner dream
I want to see your beautiful eyes.
I long for your bright body.
But you are more gloomy than flowers.
I want to be blind and clear for you.
Looking for the way home.
Write down happiness for you
And endless happiness in the rain.
The wind is blowing gently.
You sit with me.
On the bench next to the tree
cold wind
Gently blow
Your hand, grab it.
My hands are like two pieces.
Attractive magnet
You said you saw it.
Green shadow, along
The other person's fingers began to spread out.
Much like the mood of spring.
Maybe it's a desire to blend in.
In my dream, I saw the moon.
Half-naked secret
Maybe it's hope
This is the scene.
The wind is blowing gently.
With deep warmth