Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
DOG looked at the family in the west, and several trees blossomed.
Afraid of the east wind doing evil, red as rain falling on the window screen.
Distant Altair
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
A delicate hand makes a loom.
All day, without a chapter, I cried like rain.
The river is clear and shallow, with many differences.
Between water and water, the pulse is unspeakable.