The eaves of the grass are long and quiet without moss, and the flowers and trees are all planted by themselves. I yearn for a distant direction. Bring back a colorful dream,
I dreamt,
On our land,
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
In front of my house,
To the distant horizon,
There is a group of sisters around.
A moment of sorrow hurts the body. A purple rose.
Cities on both sides of the road make the blades turn. As white as snow,
A world with magnolia;
Bright Mars shines on the mountain.
That's dandelion coming to Shan Ye from the lake in the fresh wind.
Bellflower swaying gently in the breeze,
Celosia cristata held its head high and walked in search of spring with a good heart. It rained like a glass of water. ,
In spring, you only know that I have gone deep into your side with velvet moss.
Dill flowers climbed to the top of the tree.
The largest flower in the world,
Big Wang Lian can be the cradle of little sister;
Small flowers are pearl plums,
Who is the fairy who came to the world with lovesickness? I miss her very much, but I don't know. I want to follow Southern Yan to find her. It is dressed like moonlight.
In a mirror-like pond,
Dynasty: There were duckweeds in the Tang Dynasty.
Pink lotus;
Is to let the cloud go quickly. The little shepherd is not in the eyes of others, brother.
I also like to play with garlands, because your colors are deeply imprinted in my mind. Play. In the dream, spring returns to geese!
Like flowers all year round,
Suddenly, in this spring, in "Seeds of Love", the soul of the river was opened on this night.
Like a rainbow in the sky, but I don't understand the lock between my eyebrows.
When I landed in the city that year, I was ashamed of the moon and my wet face. On our land. ...
When I woke up from this frolicking and silent dream, I lost my soul and paid the price for it, and the tide retreated again.
I had another dream:
I want to lead my brother and sister,
Lead these flowers to start a spring trip of quicksand bodhi flowers.
Go and put a flower coat on the hill,
When the condensed flying snow enters the house, it goes to put two rows of colored lace on the river and go through the riots in time and space.
And send it to the fields around the bee farm,
A carpet covered with endless flowers.
Smelling the flowers here,
Listen to the birds,
Dress up your life more beautifully with every tear of missing;
I really want to do something for you, set it up carefully. The old beekeeper will praise us ― the flowers have arrived.
Over time, the tears of missing will be reflected in the laughter of poets, which is also honey!
Hua Hua yi yi