Clouds are in the shadow of trance, and darkness is coming.
The village there, emaciated by the first frost, keeps losing its way.
A snowflake is illusory, and the river bank is silent.
The fields in different seasons are as quiet as ever.
Moonlight meets a broken flower?
Hometown is as quiet as jade in winter.
Those who hold peach blossoms will always get love in the opposite direction from their hometown.
The feelings of boys and girls are as quiet as water waves in a pond.
The impulse to escape is still there, and Liu Hai's hair is dancing on the moonlight road.
Petals scattered all over the floor constantly resist the memory of cooking smoke?
The wind will not blow the flat land of my hometown calmly.
It's a dream that the sunset falls on the opposite mountain pass in spring.
At this moment, the mood of looking up at the sunset is unique.
Three hundred poems in Tang and Song Dynasties are dying out.
Empty rice, like a sword to be quenched, is fragile
A western Western jackdaw voice, through the twilight of the old house.
Like the shadow of water and break the chill?
The tree image swayed like waves.
The wind is on the other side of the village, and there is a mirror of fate.
The cold night sky in Heyuan
When a tree falls, a wild horse breeds.
A drop of water freezes what the world wants?
Ghosts attract countless stars, those empty words inside.
In my familiar place, higher than my dream.
Inner peace is like a bunch of roses.
It's open. Thank you.
Loneliness, such as pure voice.
Along the shore of hometown waters, it spreads upward.