Take off your tired shoulders.
What hangs in my eyes is my yearning for my mother.
Long-lost dream
I found a small fire resistance again.
The pillow is like a kitten.
Happy laziness
The flatness of urban streets
Often hurt my maturity.
And the bumps in the mountain villages and alleys
But I never dreamed.
Just because, there is
Mother's kind eyes
Always shining on my feet
Go home
I want to be a lonely tree.
I look forward to your footsteps every season.
Maybe you're just passing by.
Don't make romantic mistakes.
But, as long as your heel
You can take away a little soil under the tree
My soul has a destination.
Memories of snowy days
Once, we put a line of footprints.
The simplicity of overlapping in a snow in Saibei
I thought it was a simple winter.
Can prove our love and hate.
It never occurred to me that snow could not resist the gentle bribe in spring.
Justice is melted by it.
Who gave God a kiss on the new moon?
Who tore up a letter in the snowflake?
Love may not need any theory.
But hate must have its reasons.
No snow to testify, no wind to ask.
Love and hate depend on our own hearts.
Falling flowers like rain
Why did you lose your beauty?
Who directed this tragedy?
Falling flowers like rain, whose thoughts are crying?
Love and hate are buried in Hua Zhong.
Do they all end in the same place?
Once a happy wedding
Falling flowers like rain, purples the autumn.
Whose blood is that, covered with memories?
Life is torn by wind and melancholy.
A beautiful beginning and a sad ending.
Is this a universal law of nature?
Falling flowers like rain, who will accompany me to bathe?