1, "Willow" The river wind blows, and you are graceful, standing on the bank, watching the rough waves and the reflection of the lake, and you can't forget to return. Yu 'an, let the moonlight flow and the neon flash, you still feel the same way, the villa pavilion, pour out your heart. Willo Yiyi, Willo Yiyi
2, "Liu" hangs on the side of the dew, who sees the fog color. It is the tenderness of the new willow after combing, with a light morning light and a deep chill. The shy willows on the shore, the lake is your mirror, and the poet is your eye. In which season you fly, which poet is intoxicated. Bent and drooping emaciated, willow trees on the shore.
3. The Monologue of a Willow Actually, my inspiration comes from wintersweet. I am very excited when the spring breeze blows. Like a snail, I stretch out my yellow bud, waiting for the first flower in spring, waiting for my swaying branches, waiting for me to wake up, waiting for the hibernating snake, waiting for my lesbian to be confident and tell him that I care.
Finally, it rained, and I became more and more presumptuous, growing from my ears to my long shawl hair. At this time, I can make a willow flute, accompany Yan Zi, and play a "Harvest Song" for Bu Gu. If it's still too monotonous, I'll ask frogs to dance in the lotus pond. Hehe, can I invite the sleeping cicada again, let it get out of the narrow underground palace, shed its shackles and fly, and then,
Sing an autumn hymn to a swan, and then catch a snow falling down, so that Xue Ruifeng's new year is no longer a myth. At that time, I won't miss the scenery of the past. I will let my hair fall in autumn, melt it with snowflakes, and then flourish in spring.