The light shines with the fireworks
It can't shine beyond my dream
The opening of my journey
My badge along the road
The hope of sand and sand stranded
Time makes my face glow gradually
The snow and snow gently brighten my sadness
The wings that are wet have the power to cross
The storm
.
wind and rain pat my shoulder
Now I want to sing, I will sing my brightest
This summer I have the warmest eyes
The glory I wear in the distance of memory
Shine into the skylight to polish my dreams
I am the brightest
Chivalrous love
Singing: Han Hong Ci: Jing M.Guo Qu: Luo Xiaoyin
Not getting up. The skirt horn is red
Who prays, who recites the mantra, who rolls up the cuff, who grieves to the left and turns to the right
Who bows, who dances the sleeves, who spreads out the scroll, puts out the magic cymbals, goes forward and goes backwards
Who waited for 1, years and just waited for a mistake
Who stared at who for one second and left a legend
He waited for her for 1, years and just waited for loneliness
She stared at him. Roar
ten thousand armor can't compete with three-inch round fingers.
One person's frown makes ten thousand people tremble.
Three thousand territory is just a piece of spring water.
Whoever emerges, who leaves the scarecrow behind.
Whoever turns over, who seals it, lights the ever-burning lamp.
Basalt is black, the sky is red.
Shu embroidery
Lotus City has showers in March and embroidery needles in April. < p Curtain lamp
A journey of wind and snow, another journey
Candle pillow, May flowers, deep leaves, Xinghua Village, June
Red crisp hands, thousands of green hairs, one more point for marriage
When the setting sun shines, the peony is stained with copper bottles, and the sound of the city's flute is heard
Iraqis lean against the door and look forward to your return journey
You can see that someone hurts you with every stitch of embroidery
You can see that peony has been blooming all your life. Someone hurts for you
You can see that someone is waiting for you in the summer rain and autumn wind
Bamboo weeping, ink stains, brocade painting and calligraphy can't be finished
Love needles and thread embroidery can't be exhausted. Yuanyang pillow
This life is proud, romantic and thin, like a knife, which makes people old
In the afterlife, you will be happy and happy
In Furong City, it rains in March and embroiders needles in April
Feather fans point to thousands of troops, and brocade is cut a few inches > Red Candle Pillow May Flower Leaves Deep in June Xinghua Village
Red crisp hands and thousands of green hairs have a little more marriage
Waiting for the setting sun to shine on the lonely peony, dyeing the bronze bottle, and the sound of the city's flute
The Iraqi people lean against the door and look forward to your return trip
You can see that someone hurts you with every stitch of embroidery
You can see that the peony has been waiting for you all your life
Rivers and seas run for everything for whom
Someone is waiting for you.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy fail.
Love needles, thread embroidery, endless Yuanyang pillows
Finger-twisting, ten million needles of brocade, cuckoo crying and blood sound
Lotus flowers, Shu kingdom, colorful flowers, and dust return to dust in an instant
Warsongs send people away, pedestrians want to break their souls
Deep feelings, honey, this is really true.
You can see that someone hurts you with every stitch of embroidery < p People
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone hurts you.
You can see someone waiting for you in the summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping and ink stains can't be painted.
Love needles and threads can't be embroidered. Yuanyang pillow
September Ferris wheel
All the lights in the whole city are closed.
The Ferris wheel turns alone.
All the yellow leaves have fallen out in the whole autumn.
In the ground
the night is long and the day is short
I am used to writing to you to give you medicine
taking pictures of you and swaying with you on the Ferris wheel
I am used to waiting in line to buy tickets alone
I am proud to run around the playground alone
I am used to learning from you to talk and smile
I am used to learning from you to run and plant flowers on the balcony
I am also used to traveling alone and carrying a backpack
. I don't know
I became brave after three autumns.
The Ferris wheel circled three times.
Three years covered mountains and changed coasts.
Clouds were warm and reeds were shallow.
Birds flew over the date line in four seasons.
Please make a wish when the sky was high.
Remember the year when the wind came from all sides.
You gently closed your eyes.
I am used to accompanying you with sadness and silence. I'm so proud
I'm used to waiting for the bus with you and listening to songs with you
Dancing with you and choosing simple flowers and plants
I'm also used to being sad because you are dim
Because your heart is beating so hard
Memories are sketched and burned one by one
I don't know where you are
It doesn't matter where your heart is
The country behind the north wind
Teachers are left empty. > the big dipper points to the south
it's dazzling in the snowy day
the clouds on the horizon float ashore
who's white-haired in a snap of your fingers
mind hey yeah ...
before you leave after the show
North of the time
Wave goodbye
The green drawing board is left on the wall
You hang the white shirt in your room
. P > Ten years later, ten years ago,
Everything changed
Between the numbers behind the back of the chair,
A new film was staged
The mystery was not finished
The mystery was hidden
(Those things that happened in 1999
were like faded movies
weeds were burned by time endlessly
There were thin boys and sad girls left in the photos. There are a few songs that have not been sung in the sea of people
We are standing in the turbulent sea of people
How many flowers are still in bloom
in nineteen ninety-nine, I can't open my eyes
in nineteen ninety-nine, no one stays
in nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
Nineeten ninety-nine who stayed alone
I used to sing songs and watch the grass all over the hillside
in nineteen ninety-nine I can't open my eyes
in nineteen ninety-nine no one stayed
in nineteen ninety-nine my heart can't open
in ninet. Een ninety-nine Who stayed alone
There were only a few weeds singing all over the hillside
...
My boy learned to spoil
I can't remember his favorite pranks
Whose girl took off her blue ribbon
She still cried when she saw the old movie
in nineteen ninety-nine I couldn't open my eyes < Nobody stays
in nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
in nineteen ninety-nine, who stayed alone
once held hands and said that I would travel all my life
in nineteen ninety-nine, I can't open my eyes
in nineteen ninety-nine. No one stays
in nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
in nineteen ninety-nine, who stays alone
has this dream woken up?
La ~ ~
crossword puzzle
Come back at dawn and dusk
Memory unfolds, folds and unfolds again
Green light, red light, green light. P > Who waits quietly like me
How many dialogues I hear along the way
How many gaps are there in life after several rusty doorplates
I am born stupid and can't fill in crossword puzzles
How many people exist in the future
I am born lonely and can't wait
How many dialogues are lonely
I forget my lines and I can't open my mouth
How many angels are in heaven? How unexpected it is to meet someone in the sea of life
At that time, it was three years and five years
Firefly played hide-and-seek and lost again
Who gave me an ordinary favor
I forgot to bury my smile
Only when I passed by can I stop
How many gaps in my life
I was born stupid to fill in crossword puzzles
How many people will exist in the future
Waiting. How many angels in the kingdom of heaven
look up and can't see their feathers falling
come back, leave and never come back
We wait for disappointment and wait again
Come back in summer, winter and summer
Don't turn it on after the phone is turned off
Fool
Fairy tale prince rides a white horse
Smile and don't talk
Is your prince me or him
Why don't you? Hiding in the corner
Your prince should ride a white horse
and smile at you
He will know that I told that joke
Like a fool like me
April Fool's Day is here again
Do you still laugh at me
What you see with angels is always your face
Paper airplanes fly high, but in the past
Sunny and cloudy days in winter and summer go far
Paper. In front of you
In the photo, your face is on the back of your mobile phone
You can't see the paper plane flying by you
Your light is dazzling
I'm ordinary and unremarkable
Chivalrous love
No ups and downs
No sorrows and joys of Buddha
Black knuckles
Red eyes
No water and no fire
.
who rolled up the cuff
the sword of the Qing dynasty turned left
(the sword of the Qing dynasty turned left)
sadness turned right
who drew the bow and danced the sleeve
(who drew the bow and danced the sleeve)
who unrolled the scroll
put out the magic cymbals and go forward
years are backward
(years are backward).
whoever waited for 1, years
just waited for a mistake
who stared at who for one second
so he left a legend
he waited for her for 1, years
just waited for loneliness
she stared at him for one second
turned around and took away the legend
Chivalrous swordsman love-theme song of Sword Net II <
sadness turns to the right
whoever bows dances with sleeves
(whoever bows dances with sleeves)
who unrolled the scroll
put out the magic cymbals and moved forward
the years turned backward
crying alone
attracted 1, people to roar
thousands of armor
was hard to beat
frowning alone
caused 1, people to tremble
3, territory
but only one. Just waiting for loneliness
She stared at him for a second
Turned around and took away the legend
Who waited for ten thousand years
Just waited for a mistake
Who stared at who for one second
So she left the legend
He waited for her for ten thousand years
Just waited for loneliness
She stared at him for one second. > basalt is black
the sky is red
Listen to my voice
The rainbow fascinates the eyes. The jungle is full of fireworks
In the future, there used to be a parade of vanity, and it was noisy everywhere.
You said welcome to the world.
Pull up the curtains and turn off the lights.
How charming the blood is like fire.
The throat growls out the color sound and defines the rules.
Flash lights capture everywhere. Listen to my voice
When you open your eyes, the cement forest in the world
is not used to
doting on leaving and entering the country in the name of idols
Why do you need to stipulate that
the world is empty and the door is closed
the blood is as charming as fire and boiling
The rules for redefining the colors heard by your ears
There are noble colors without flashing lights
I am in the center of the world. Light the jungle of love and desire
The coat gradually tightens and burns to ashes
There are noble colors without flash carving
Rules for redefining colors heard by ears
There are noble colors without flash carving
The whole world keeps spinning. I am in the center of the world.