Come all the way with fragrance
Night separates the scenery outside the clouds.
Let me guess.
Blessing on the other side of the mountain
Plant all the ideas.
Watch this.
Loneliness has become a Bai Shu.
No wind, no sound.
Casual waved.
The hoarse cicada calls to a screeching halt.
When the heartstrings are broken for you
Pick up the sigh that falls all the way.
Smiling and looking at wandering memories.
Forget the route, it's okay.
Whenever the west wind goes out of fashion.
It hurts if you don't step on it.
The leaf sentence in the dream
River of tears
Cicada goes away in the dusk.
Bai Niao, an isolated seaside.
Twenty years of acacia tears.
Looking forward to it.
Summer that is still in full bloom.
Please on a cold night.
Let's light a miniature lamp.
Let the boat of dreams
Sail at night
Nostalgia cilia
say goodbye to
Girl, you stand against the wind and become summer.
The most touching thing is graceful and restrained.
At this time, whether you wave or not, it is intoxicating.
When you smile, all the strings are silent.
All planetesimals are heavy.
All the flowers in the pavilion have fallen and the season has stopped.
Since then, when the tide hits the coast,
That must be a thousand miles away.
Always waiting for something else.
Deep red as a maple leaf.
Zuiman Qiu Jian
Parting is a long line.
Hold your eyes at one end.
A wandering head is tied to me.
In the days of smoke and cold dew
I will hold that heart-shaped leaf.
Call you every night with a pen.
fall asleep
Red Rain
When you come with the wind
The reed flowers in the old garden have been colorful for three times.
There are bluebirds in the sky in November.
Fly by, but it was unintentional.
Take one of the most intriguing poems in the Tang Dynasty.
Fall into Jiangnan
Wash it in your southern branch?
Twenty years of wind and rain have created trees and forests.
Walking through the autumn water, I suddenly saw you.
You came with a basket of red youth.
Picking up a thousand-year-old lovesickness poems.
Even if it's not March, open the small window.
I can also see your bright smile.
You don't have to open late Tang or Song poems at night.
It is red rain.
Didi bone, a little intoxicating.
Peach blossom in March
In Jiangnan, peach blossoms are like fire.
It waded into thousands of feet of water a long time ago.
Like a weak blow on the other side, dull and tenacious.
Burn your forehead in March and spring every year.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom on the withered aquatic plants in Li Zhuo.
Peach blossoms are at the top, and twelve fragrant veins run through the years.
This is an old story handed down from generation to generation in the south of the Tang Dynasty.
In its depths, Ying Ying's clear tears.
How many stray dust shirts have been wet?
Today, the sound of the ancient ferry has been dormant for thousands of years.
Wash away lead
Peach blossoms and rivers of reincarnation are purer.
My sister's skirt was brushed in the spring.
Who is the worry of eyebrow lock burning the peach flame for three thousand miles?
Peach blossoms in March, burning ten thousand heart lights.
Where tears dry up, butterflies float back.
Missed the perch cilia.
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We are finally looking forward to coming.
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
We will understand each other.
Copy of
With his bare hands,
Huangteng wine,
Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
East wind evil,
Love is thin.
A cup of sadness,
Stay away from cable TV for a few years.
No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever,
People are empty and thin,
Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossoms fall,
Leisure pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here,
Brocade is hard to trust.
Momomo.