The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been uncovered.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passer-by ... mistress.
In Qingshi town, there lived my mistress.
I left her nothing.
There is only a Jin Ju and a high window.
Perhaps, through a little loneliness in the sky.
Maybe ... and Jin Ju is good at waiting.
I think loneliness and waiting are good for women.
So, I always wear a blue shirt when I go.
I want her to feel whether it is the season or the arrival of migratory birds.
Because I'm not the kind of person who goes home often.
Fubie
Leaving you this time, it is the wind, the rain and the night.
You smile and I wave.
A lonely road will spread to both ends.
At this time, you have returned to your home by the river.
Thought you were combing your long hair or tidying your wet coat.
I have a long way to go back from the storm.
The mountains recede into the distance, and the flat weeds swell even more.
Alas, the world is afraid that darkness has really taken shape. ...
You said, you are so stupid. You look just like the child fighting in the wind.
You shouldn't have tied it and let it go.
The wind has gone, leaving a broken line.
This book is too thick. It shouldn't open the cover.
The beach is too long. You shouldn't walk out of the footprints.
Clouds come from the valley and springs drop from the cracks.
It all started. Where is the ocean?
The first encounter of "single-plank bridge" has become a thing of the past.
Now it is a vast grassland.
I have lost the right to keep your pet.
How beautiful it is to knead red and white, blue and dusk sky together.
I don't miss the golden orchard either.
But you're in Victor's grave ...
I don't want to see you again when I leave you this time.
By the time you read this, you have fallen asleep quietly.
Leave everything we haven't finished and leave it to the world.
I'm still stepping on this world.
This is just your dream. ...