A recitation of love.
Listen to your sleeping breath.
You should have more rest like this.
Your fatigue makes me anxious.
Which one should be smoothed first?
Like a winding river flowing slowly.
The endless warmth inside embraced me.
It is your tired figure that urges me.
Close to you, close to you.
Crying in my heart won't let me listen
Your shoulder, your shoulder.
Carry mountains and rivers, carry the sun and the moon
Forever, no regrets.
Fiery love burns the soul.
Review draft 2 on family relations
In sleep
I can see it clearly.
The wrinkles on grandpa's face
In sleep
I can see it clearly.
Grandma is full of white hair.
A kind of mood
A sudden awakening from sleep.
I shed tears.
The night stays at this moment.
Tears condense at this time.
Try to find the shadow of grandparents.
But found
In my heart is equipped with
Where they took pictures.
It has been covered with dust.
At this moment.
My mood is regret.
a long while
Maybe never again.
This time the heart trembled.
Innocent wrinkles
Damn white hair
Unknowingly devouring their rings.
I still feel lucky.
I am one year older.
Facing the cold season
Looking at the empty night sky
The air you breathe is so clear.
The only hidden emotion
It is unspeakable affection.
But it's hidden—
Recite draft 3 about love: the taste of love
Author: Zishan Haiyun
Smoking and drinking are not fragrant,
This wine smells strong,
That's the smell of father.
The food smells good,
Sweet and fragrant,
That's the smell of mother.
Ah, the smell of parents,
It is happiness.
The kindness of parents,
How can I repay you?
Chest and shoulders are wide,
Vastness is like a mountain,
That's the smell of a husband.
Love is warm,
Dedication,
That's the smell of a wife.
Ah, the smell of husband and wife,
Brawly is interdependent.
Husband and wife love,
Grow old hand in hand.
Shelter from the wind and rain,
Man's demeanor,
That's the smell of my brother.
Rouge fragrance,
Friendship is long-lasting,
That's the smell of my sister.
Ah, the smell of elder sister,
It is the breeze that blows the seedlings.
The concern of my brother and sister,
How could you forget?
Innocent,
Naughty and playful,
That's the smell of my brother.
Elegant,
Like a blooming flower,
That's the smell of my sister.
Ah, the smell of brothers and sisters,
This is a beautiful fairy tale.
The innocence of younger brothers and sisters,
Looking forward to the flame.