Early in the morning, it was foggy and raining.
Long and thin rain.
What my mother misses is the kite string.
Draw my thoughts
In the ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry
Looking for, wandering songs
At this time, the azaleas in my hometown
Apply a little rouge.
My elegant figure.
Lovely in the morning light.
sparkling dewdrops
This is a drop of rouge tears.
read silently
A touch of homesickness
Lily in bud
Experienced the baptism of rain
Charming behavior
Stand up gracefully.
Between the green hills and the green fields
Open your lips gently
Spit out sacred words
The stars are colorful.
Happily in the brow of May
Frequent jumping
Such as gripping notes.
Under the enthusiastic performance of erhu
Drift gently
Music that permeates the soul
Cordate telosma has a deep love.
No desire, no desire
Give off a faint fragrance.
Such as a mother's selfless love
Les intangible assets
But give it to the world
The fragrance of May
Mid-autumn night
Moongirl
Afraid of gentle eyes
Arouse my homesickness
Hide quietly in the clouds
Under the bare tree
isolate
Listen to the autumn rain
read
Poems on fallen leaves
Expected return date
Trembling raindrops
But the tears of your lovesickness
Bitter and salty
It's quite poetic
Drop on an unhealed heart
But it caused a burst.
Heart-wrenching pain and memories