If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,
I must know my direction clearly-fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction. Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills, and don't go to the deserted streets to be disappointed-
Fly, fly, fly-you see, I have a direction!
Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.
Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.
Spring:
Early spring (Shu Ting)
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Autumn:
Fallen leaves (Shu Ting)
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The waning moon is like a piece of thin ice.
Floating on a cool night
You take me home, all the way
Sigh softly.
Neither because of melancholy.
Not just sadness.
We can't explain anything.
The fallen leaves are inspired by the peak.
What is conveyed to us?
What kind of emotion?
It's just, after the breakup,
I heard your footsteps.
Mixed with fallen leaves
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Spring comes from all directions.
Whisper to us
But the fallen leaves under your feet show that
Evidence of winter, dark memories.
Deep shock
Let our eyes avoid each other.
A stronger reflection
Let our thoughts meet again.
The season is just a tree.
Stamp the annual rings
Poetry of fallen leaves and new buds
There are thousands of lines.
Trees should only have
Eternal theme
"Stretch freely to the sky.
We will never leave the earth. "
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Through the window, the wind
Tell me where you are.
Suppose you are walking under a kapok tree.
It shook off a bunch of flowers.
Said that although the nights in spring were very cold,
There is not a chill in your heart.
I suddenly feel: I am a fallen leaf.
Hiding in the dark soil
The wind is holding a funeral for me.
I waited calmly.
That green dream
Get the first chance from me