In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mother is at the front.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
-Yu Guangzhong's Waiting for You in the Rain
Waiting for you in the rain, waiting for the rainbow in the rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not.
Every lotus is like you.
Especially after dusk, after such rain in Mao Mao.
Eternal moment, eternal moment.
Waiting for you outside of time
Waiting for you in a moment in eternity, in time.
If your hand is in my hand □ at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say little lover.
Well, this hand should be picking lotus in Wugong.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet danced after the rain, and you came.
Like a poem.
From a love story □ You're here.
In Jiang Baishi's words, you have a rhythm.
-Wind chimes in the afterglow
My heart is a wind chime hanging under the eaves of seven floors.
Ding Ning.
Knock on a person's name one after another.
Do you feel a slight earthquake on the tower?
This is a silent pulse, which keeps going day and night.
Did you hear that? Knock, knock, knock.
This annoying tone cannot be banned.
Unless all the winds turn.
Take off the bell and knock down the tower.
Just because my heart is a high and low wind chime
Ding Ning.
Rise in succession
Knock on a person's name
-Moonlight in the afterglow
In the moonlight, the moon was covered with arsenic.
The moon is like frost.
Whose wound did it fall on?
Moon phobia and moon mania
The season of generation, moonlight.
Ghost of the sun, ghost of the sun
The reflection of the back light on the death star's face
Moon mania and moon phobia
Cherish the cat and the sea.
Pale beauty.
Under the moon, night is the boundary of death.
Smuggling dream, smuggling cloud
Modern far, ancient near.
Moon phobia and moon mania
The counterfeit money of the sun is cast in two profiles.
Tonight, the sea is gestating in the distance
The black cat is chanting on the tile.
Moon mania and moon phobia
Pale beauty
Face with big eyes, stuck to the window.
I was busy all night, too, putting the moonlight
Put it in the palm of your hand and put it in the bottle.
Composition of analytical chemistry
Analyze memory, analyze sadness
Moon phobia and moon phobia, moonlight
-Yu Guangzhong, "Forever, Wait for me"
If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful
That verb, if it died that night,
What am I afraid of? When I love
If you can't love heartily, you must love sadly.
This summer, your beauty stung me for no reason.
As long as you reach out, a miracle will land.
In the open palm, there is your landing.
In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus.
For example, the evening in late summer, facing the pool full of fragrance.
Facing the quiet and spontaneous combustion soul
Who will promise me?
What if I call you by your nickname?
As long as there is in the pool, as long as there is in summer.
A petal of red, why did I meet you?
Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs, and Lotus is Pearl Krabs.
Read Pearl Krabs, and meet people when you meet lotus.
As long as there is in my heart, as long as there is in my dream.
There is also a smell that summer is dying.
That is, stubble is everywhere, that is, the stars are not extinguished.
Still the soul of the lotus.
Forever, I will wait for you to separate your lips, say it and spit out that verb.
People who have loved are far from forgetting. Injury prevention
Trauma is always there. My scar
Scary red, branded lotus.
-Bitan in Yu Guangzhong.
Broken green glass and 16 treated cinnamon pulp
Several relationships are hiding under umbrellas.
Mine, what I didn't bring, my romance.
In the lower reaches of the river
If Bitan is more glass.
You can look at my sad silhouette.
If a grasshopper boat is more like a grasshopper.
My sadness will disappear.
Half past eight. The drawbridge is still awake.
The summer vacation has just begun, and Xia Zheng is still young.
The laughter of sophomore girls is dancing on the water.
Flying dragonfly, flying dragonfly.
Fly to you. If you sit on my stern,
How light should this ship be?
This pair of pulp should be remembered.
Who is Shi? Who is Shi?
Then row to Taihu Lake, and then row to Dongting Lake.
Listen to the apes in the Tang Dynasty.
Row away the rippling Tianhe River.
Look at your hair, in myth.
Turn the boat over. It is also a beautiful traffic accident.
You are weaving on the other side.
I practice flute here.
From the last Tanabata to the next Tanabata.
-Yu Guangzhong's Funeral of the Stars
Light blue night overflowed into the window.
Summer is too full.
The firefly's dream of a small palace lantern
Dream of Tang Palace
Dream of chasing a small fan
Dreaming of another summer night
The funeral of a star
Dreaming of the extension and disappearance of a moment
And your sigh, my comments.
And a moment of silence
Yu Guangzhong's next date
After I die, your name is like the last flower.
Fall on my lips. Your finger
It's a bunch of keys, exquisite and exquisite.
Hold it in your hand and let me open it.
Let me open it suddenly. Which door?
It's lucky to die holding your hand.
Listen to you, you still love me, listen to you.
After the death of Phoenix, there is Phoenix.
Spring continues, but at least
A May once belonged to us.
Every white hair is still shaking for you, every little coquettish hair.
Remember the old days, remember?
Where you stepped, there were several red lilies.
Spray a daffodil where you stand.
You stand in the wind, your skirt is graceful and your hair is flowing.
Put your ear on my chest.
Listen to my heart, very tired, very tired.
It's over age, for Pearl Krabs and Pearl Krabs.
It jumps too hard and too often.
Love gives it too heavy a burden, love
One end of love is here, the other end.
In the primitive. The last date was in Lantian.
Last time, on the shore of waterinfo.
In the wild, in the sea, in the nebula.
Beyond memory, memory, love at the other end.
Where's the next date? Where is it?
What did you say?/Sorry? You said, I depend on you.
Can you believe in reincarnation? Can you believe it? )
I can't see clearly because of the black sleeves of death, but
Yes, I heard you. I will definitely go.