Mid-autumn night
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in August on the island, the banana shakes and the dragon looks familiar. I didn't know there was such a saying as "morning flowers and evening flowers". Just because of the wind and rain in recent years, I don't know where to stop when passion leads to a ten-level storm.
The road has been chosen. Without Bai Yutang, I have never regretted it. People are easy to sleepwalk in the moonlight, eager for it, and know how to be gentle. It is obviously not enough to keep the blood from flowing like this.
To have a solid shoulder and lean on a tired head, you need a pair of hands to support the heaviest moment, although you know how much sadness you will leave yourself if you want to give your life completely.
April dusk
At dusk in April, groups of green melodies are floating in the canyon and wandering in the sky. If the soul is full of echoes, why bother looking for it? Sing if you want, but please gently, gently, gently.
April dusk, like a restored memory, may have an appointment, not yet scheduled, or a passionate love, but can not promise. If you want to cry, cry, let the tears flow, and flow quietly.
early spring
Friend, it's spring. Dispel sadness, dry your tears and smile at the sun. Although there is no torrent of flowers, it washes away the shackles of winter and pours intoxicating fragrance all over the plains and mountains.
Although there is no birdsong waterfall, thousands of silver beads splash, scattered in the misty morning light, rolling on the dusk avenue, but wait, once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in haste. It is the most beautiful and best dream, and it may come brilliantly overnight.
There are still chills and first frost's troubles. Listen carefully, the upper hand of the Five Old Peaks is still whistling, and the trembling valleys seem to wail together, but there are already a few small cuckoos, such as the flame that can't be blown out, which makes the world warm and even the clouds no longer float.
My friends, let's just say that spring is beautiful and rich because it has experienced the last chill.
the goddess peak
In all kinds of flowerpots that wave to you, whose hand suddenly retracts and covers your eyes tightly. When people disperse, who is still standing at the stern, whose clothes are flying like a raging cloud, Jiang Tao, with a high voice and a low voice.
Beautiful dreams will leave beautiful wounds and be handed down from generation to generation, but can the heart really turn into stone? I missed the moonlight by the river countless times in order to look forward to the crane in the distance. The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum on the river bank is inciting new betrayal. I'd rather cry on my lover's shoulder for a night than show it on a cliff for a thousand years.