I am just a touch of green in the cardamom years.
Look longingly.
Who is flooding like blue water in the deep darkness?
Seduce my hazy eyes
Bow your head and look at it affectionately,
Shh, in the river, in the middle of the water.
-I'm the willow in your arms.
Light green represents you, light green represents you.
Initiative is necessary, but you are as silent as water;
Invisible tenderness lurks in my heart.
The breeze didn't come from your heart, and you didn't reach out and hug me. ...
Oh, I know-in this shallow spring, distance is even more necessary;
The distance between water and willow, a kiss,
In this way, the spring breeze is separated.
I turned around and frowned slightly, afraid to refuse.
Whether your peace is still a gentle trap.
A young girl in a gray shirt.
The armor of the black sword overhead, bending into the sky, flapping its wings hard,
Try to extricate yourself from the experience of spring river plumbing-
The foot soaked in your arms is still wrapped in the chill you gave it.
……
Is it spring this season?
My heart lit a touch of light green in the bud.
In the future, it will become greener, deeper and more mature.
But distance is eternal:
The spring breeze pulls my skirt and wrinkles your heart again and again.
But depravity should not.
Spring river water heating is still cold,
I must leave your temptation and become hot.
willow
Willow branches are soft long hair in spring, fluttering in the spring breeze.
Branches of willow trees
Spring is soft and long hair,
Flying in the spring breeze.
Green leaves of willow trees
Are the light wings of spring,
Wake up in the sun.
The trunk of a willow
The figure of spring is beautiful,
Tall and delicate.
The roots of willow trees
Is the mother of spring,
Give birth to infinite vitality.
Willow selfless dedication,
Willow has tenacious vitality,
Willow is the beauty of spring,
Willow is the root of spring!
The Willow
At Xiangputai, you watched the flowers bloom and fall.
On the shore of autumn rain, you witnessed the ebb and flow of the tide.
When plants are dying, you won't feel sad.
Geese fly south, you don't lament the wasted time.
After sunset, you wrote a few lines of chanting poems with withered glory.
When the sun is shining, you will sing a hymn.
Put aside the gains and losses, you will not miss the beauty of Fangchun.
Look down on success or failure, and don't suffer from bleak autumn.
Feel ups and downs, you are more interested.
Calm down, you dance more flexibly and gracefully.