I stood on the stone bridge.
Just watching, the stream entered my body.
Affectionate, endless
On both sides of the river bank, the breeze is swaying and the flowers are overflowing.
The stream blinked.
Don't worry, as always, come to my arms.
Blue sky, thick clouds.
White hilltops are reflected in the distance.
Slightly glowing luster has some temperature, which is transmitted.
My heart, the smile diluted the tears in the corner of my eyes.
Want to be with you all the time, together
Gather the sunset at dusk and salvage the moonlight and starlight.
It's warm and quiet.
The green scenery overlooking the mountains.
Not degraded yet
Is it reluctant to part with it, or is it unforgettable?
Dreams are still so obsessed.
Solidification, this silent beauty.
In the hospitality in winter
Be repeatedly retained
To this end, send the purity of snowflakes.
The metaphor of a painting is worth sharing.
A beautiful woman fills the world with her eyes.
Wan Li Spring, Ice Jade Finger.
I can't escape homesickness, it's warm and quiet here.
3. A pen
Correct your mind with a pen and sit on the spot.
Full of night
Don't make a sound, don't reveal half a point.
Vilen in front of a plain, staring quietly.
Those seats make people unable to step.
Endure the mountain, towering into the sky.
Sometimes it becomes a ship.
With some flowers flowing downstream, break them.
Feel dejected and dissatisfied with the waterline.
Wandering in a field composed of sincerity and falsehood
A mirage of struggle and heartbreak
Between hard to get rid of and let go, grope
Sometimes inadvertently turned into a piece of tea.
Try to keep the memory of life.
Fragrant pace, curled up in the depths of elegant alleys.
Waiting for the tenderness of the crowd.
Hug or kiss.
Pay attention to the separation of lips and teeth, the heart has two pounds.
Draw flowers and butterflies and turn them into a song whistling in the wilderness.
Curse the rugged and winding words on the road
Give a release, high and low, fast and slow.
Traces of the wind, reins of freedom and trust.
Everything seems to be in the past.
Only constant strength can move forward in time.
A simple heart is like a nail.
The smile is restrained, and the footprints of the pen are typed.
From the bottom of my heart, I can see the fireworks blooming all over the mountain.
It is my love that brings rain and happiness.
Sometimes I hold it high for a long time, but then I put it down gently.
Haven't said a word, the smell is transparent in the wandering place.
Hidden in the bright moon and cool breeze, the town is nameless, so you must be cautious and affectionate.
If a pen keeps burning candlelight,
Light up the square inch, with cold and hot eyes and greetings.
Maybe a little lonely, maybe accompanied silently.
Will eventually grow old, with green hills and white heads.
Back straight, it's a long story.