[Rose season] Rose season
The night sky in the south
Most of them are very clear
At this time, the stars are the most beautiful lines.
Let me drink a glass of red wine alone.
Sitting alone under the west window
Waiting for you to ride the night breeze
Read a poem
Come with the fragrance of roses.
Open a unique landscape
Fill the vacancy of the day
I am in the fresh fragrance.
Practice rebirth after death
Pain can keep fresh. Winter is like a slow old cow. Finally.
Travel in distant places
Flowers are everywhere.
Musical instruments in spring are playing, as if they were married brides.
Look at the world with joy
How beautiful it is to be covered by spring.
Spring rush, she said as she walked.
Pain can keep fresh. But that's an investment.
More love and protection. When it's all over.
The pain began, like a flower falling.
Double the output at night
Relatives, I can't say anything.
But I can't stop, and occasionally I smile at you.
And when appropriate, you need to add some vinegar and sugar.
Does Zhuang Regret Hall really regret it? How many years have the past been forgotten?
Press the chest
Drink all the blades and darkness
Time stretches out its arm, leaving only the body to reincarnate here.
Drinking, playing the piano and reciting poems.
No matter who is the emperor, whoever obeys him.
Many reasons are swimming. sky
Realizing my fatigue, those flames were taken away by time.
The peach blossom fan is getting darker and darker.
The sun is far away, and I smell blood in my throat.
Look for your face when you breathe.
Crying: Xiang Jun, Xiang Jun ......
Missing as Snow —— Written on Valentine's Day
I really want to become a snowflake
Gently fall on your shoulder.
Bring some green willows to your cold.
I really want to send you a love song.
And put you in the scenery in the song
However, that song was just repeated by myself.
Listen to this song, listen to the rustling wind in winter.
A feeling is tightly sealed.
Staring at your face is both familiar and unfamiliar.
My heart is stung by roses in the distance.
Meet again and again in dreams
Is dreaming again just a dream?
In my dream, a seed turned into ice in February.
I once bloomed and withered behind you.
Cut my thoughts into a drizzle outside my dream.
Immerse yourself in a poem on a cold night
I don't know when the poem will come and go.
I only know that I miss you like snow, but I will not fall like snow.