Always, feel it with us.
The yellow memory during the day is a bit out of place.
This may be, tomorrow morning.
You can see the flying snowflakes falling quietly on the branches.
Then, you have to endure the deception of weightlessness.
Pear blossoms, there is no way to find a truth.
Memories have faded.
However, the pear tree has not been found yet.
There, I mentioned walking in the pear garden in early spring.
Pear blossom, in that unforgettable passionate years.
Been suppressed for a long time
Reality, or fight behind closed doors.
Walking, occasionally bumping into.
When I woke up,
Listen, the pear flower is singing (1)
Pear blossoms bloom like a broken cage.
Comrades, talking and laughing in groups among the pear orchards.
Rhododendron Peach Blossom is jealous.
At that time, we were eager to be in this quaint pear garden.
Happened to see a story
Pear blossoms, falling on the earth in lingering years.
Shocking ripples.
Note: (1) We were stationed in the Liyuan at that time, which led to such a poem.