Look at a different sky.
The heart can't wait to fly
Haven't been to the desert yet
But I have already felt its desolation.
The howling wind blows and blows.
There are winding vicissitudes on the sand dunes.
Haven't been to the seaside yet.
But I have fallen in love with its infinity.
In the deepest place
I just want to drift with the waves.
wandering
Don't you miss your hometown any more
Freedom is a beautiful loneliness.
Like the moon hanging in the sky.
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The second spring is a beautiful scenery.
People, as the seasons change,
Finally, I took off my thick winter coat.
Put it on and smile like a flower.
Looking at the crowd quietly with the wind,
Connect my reverie,
Also brought my idea:
In winter without snow,
Broken love has gone away from me.
Once vowed to each other, without a trace.
Isn't it?
That sentence: it doesn't snow in winter without love.
Put the burnt cigarette butts, together with the broken fake clothes,
Throw it away together.
Stand up and say to yourself loudly:
Note that spring is also a beautiful scenery.
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Afternoon sun
Light a dim heart
The flame of happiness
Spread to the green corridor
Fragrant language fragrance
The melancholy that shook the earth
A budding hope
Singing on a passionate branch
Hold comfortable notes.
Read the direction of loneliness
Sort out the thoughts of winter.
Into an ocean of love
Intoxicated by the northland wind.
Wash away the sorrow of the world of mortals
A handful of blue seawater.
Drink a cup of green spring.
Draw with a pen
Let me stir up the poetry.
Weave a dream with your heart
Let me compose music in the waves.
Light a dim heart
The flame of happiness
Spread to the green corridor
Fragrant language fragrance
The melancholy that shook the earth
A budding hope
Singing on a passionate branch
Hold comfortable notes.
Read the direction of loneliness
Sort out the thoughts of winter.
Into an ocean of love
Intoxicated by the northland wind.
Wash away the sorrow of the world of mortals
A handful of blue seawater.
Drink a cup of green spring.
Draw with a pen
Let me stir up the poetry.
Weave a dream with your heart
Let me compose music in the waves.
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early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.