The shepherd's bell in the distance,
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now, I'm a little cold,
Some are cold, and some are melancholy.
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"Sorrow" is said to be the clear sorrow of lonely autumn.
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name,
If someone asks me what I am worried about:
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.
When it's sunny, when it's sunny,
It's time to take a walk on the path;
Muddy roads soaked by rain,
Must be cool and gentle;
Show new green grass,
Immediately washed away the dirt;
White chrysanthemum that is no longer timid,
Slowly raise their heads,
Try cold, try warm,
Then the petals break out of the shell;
Butterflies shake off water droplets.
Walking freely among the leaves,
The page of wisdom that decorated it.
Open and close when exposed to sunlight.
Take a walk on the path,
When the weather is fine:
Barefoot, hand in hand,
Tread across the stream in fresh mud.
Xinyang pushes away the haze,
The warm wind wrinkled the stream,
Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-
The footprint of the cloud-it is also wandering.
I think so, so I am a butterfly. ...
Ten thousand years later, the call of the little flower,
Through the dreamless and sleepless clouds,
Shake my colorful wings.
Impression fell into a deep valley.
A faint bell,
It is heading for Yanshui.
Small fishing boat,
If it is a blue pearl;
It has fallen into the dark water of the ancient well.
The fading sun shines from the top of the forest,
It gathered gently.
Follow the shallow smile on your face. From a lonely place,
Distant and lonely sobbing,
Slowly return to the lonely place, lonely.