She and I are like two beautiful geese.
One is beautiful and the other is charming and healthy.
From the fiery equator to the icy arctic circle,
We depend on each other all our lives.
From the vast sky to the boundless land,
There is a tacit understanding and more emotional love.
From the white north to the green south,
With flying, there are more dives and movements.
Fly with me for seven stops.
This post was last edited by Jiuge at 23: 50 on April 26th, 2009.
Yuan yun he le
pair off wing to wing
Whispering with honey, shoulder to shoulder feathers tell tenderness.
The warm Liang Zhu is still here today, sighing the wings of Qi Fei.
Le Yuan Yu
lenient
Ear is a sweet voice, complaining about tenderness.
I think Liang Zhu still exists in the world, and I don't want to change my wings.
On the shores of Chishui Lake in crisp autumn,
We rest, fly and hover.
In the vast swamp in winter,
There is shelter, habitat and cradle.
Long water and high mountains in the field of vision,
Curved moon, small boat.
The quiet river is in the eardrum, crying silently,
The majestic stone peaks and the majestic coast.
We like beautiful sunny days,
We sing about the harvest.
At the end of the inseparable cloud,
On the golden horizon of piled fruits.
We blend in the middle of blue,
We stopped at the post office in Tiangong.
The airflow splashed on the wing,
The fairy came down to earth to pursue playfulness.
We will fly higher and farther,
We will fly faster and further.
Passing through many famous mountains and rivers,
Beyond East, West, North, South, Longitude and Latitude