Under the starlight, in front of the curtain
I see you frowning, and I still have a little smile on my lips:
"I always dream that I am sweating on my broad chest and shoulders."?
I feel that the grassland behind your ears smells like sea water
familiar and indifferent "
The hair is a little longer, and the alley is
like the stamens of calamus in the past
My eyebrows are still small and gentle
My eyes are wrinkled at any time because of happiness
My eyes are swaying like beckoning lights
All my imagination and pursuit
are burning in it. Burn out
the last drop of illusion and truth in my heart
"In the cape, the farthest place
, the spring rain has tilted
the new leaves of trees and the bedside clock"
In the crowd, people frequently
hint
to meet at Mulan Wine Shop
at Chuiyang Pier, behind peaches. In the middle of the sheet,
the sunset flies over the levee and colorful satin
the returning birds fly over your eyes in droves
Summer is over, and summer
disappears into the mountains where the bones collide
sweat pours into the rolling rivers
"Then I feel separated, and the whole autumn
belongs to you, and I am also
silently thinking about it in Hong Kong. It belongs to you "
and then I don't know why
I forgot all my promises
I woke up in front of a stranger's mirror
I frowned and smiled, and my limbs were a little weak
" I'm tired only because of the dreamer "
I always heard the heavy resentment on this hill
The initial drift was deliberate, how could it be? That's all!
I'm dancing with my eyes closed for you
The bleak water plants and the bleak new moon
The clothes that came late from a foreign country followed me closely
mocking my abandoned swordsmanship. On this arm, there are
old wounds that I forgot
red blood when I was drunk
like flowers in the evening by the river
You and I once sat in the scorching sun
A pair of endangered lotus seeds: that was the most sad summer stress
before I traveled north, and it was also the delicate singing of Jiangnan women
with the slight pain and thread of needles.
Who knows that the rouge in the north and the clothes in Qilu
reciting poems for three hundred times turned me into
a Confucian who didn't return for a long time
Who knows that I sealed my sword (people say
you just read
and died like this). Only the seven holes of the flute
were still dark about my disillusionment after the Central Plains
In the early years, Bowing horse, sword and sword are
more important courses than debating rhetoric
Since the sudden death of Confucius in Chenzai
Zilu and his arrival in Wei in the summer
We have all been running around the courthouse of the Duke in sorrow
So I sealed my sword, tied my hair and recited poems for 3 times
Like a Confucian who can speak well?
Hehe Confucian, the Confucian broke his wrist in your grave
, and since then, it's neither chivalrous nor Confucian
The green light of this sword will make you and me brilliant
On a lonely autumn night
You died pregnant, and I became ill as a fisherman
That tired rower was
once arrogant. When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Bells are ringing in the porch
Little oriole birds fly low
You lean against the railing and stop looking at flowers and bridges
Look at the clouds in the twilight of the western sky
When the wind blows, I will remember
When the wind blows, I stare at the beautiful horror under your straw hat
There is a sunset glow on your shoulder
The wind and sand bite my southerner's lips
You are in my wave bosom
We stand side by side and watch the twilight fall gently from each other's shoulders
It's warm for nine days
Come with me, the smiling love of the rose
Cloud carving. According to your eyes,
roses bloom in love, and love is warm clothes
Still, it is still a gentle thunder, proclaiming
a legend in the mountains and a myth of water Mae
When the sun is warm, come with me, let's go by boat
The small river is covered with smoke
The short wall is surging with a waiting spring
. A shady wooden bridge
When the sun is warm, let's go, take Shi Lan and Ficus pumila
into the fog, into the clouds
Come with me
Let's ask in a low voice
Great green, great mystery
Great green, great mystery
How the wind blows.
Why does the wind blow your long red satin hair
and lift your embroidered skirt
in a mythical manner?
come with me, when the sun is warm, the water is the forest. Outside the forest is a mountain
A wooden bridge that has been waiting across the mountain for no reason. Ten snows stop
Snow stops
It's cold everywhere
I came back from the Woods
I couldn't bear to step over the myths and poems in the yard
I hesitated
I stood at the silent bridge
There were lights in the room as if there were
drifting songs < > staring at my own thin shadow
I hear the sound like the aroma of wintersweet
I hear the sound of turning over a book
Let me analyze your dream
I came back from a foreign land
I'll prove the temperature difference between dawn and dusk for you
If you still feel cold, you might as well put me
in the fireplace for this year.