Drift;
Ups and downs in the boundless surge.
Put your hands together again,
Give it your all, Na Pianhai.
Looking forward to hiding,
A record of talking in a dream,
The oral part in a bottle of sand,
Who will open it?
But what about the favorite on the other side?
In my mind, I can't see. ...
Like a wisp of sadness has been in my heart,
Unable to penetrate the fog,
Not haze,
Why can't I expect sunshine?
When I think about it countless times,
I have been helpless for a thousand times.
My head is dizzy and my heart is tight.
Acacia is haggard and miserable,
The pocket was very wide yesterday, but it was cut today.
Even if you care, danger becomes harm.
Undulating waves,
Like wandering, gradually static.
Have you ever looked at the water like a mirror?
Softer and slimmer?
I stubbornly ignored it,
Climb the ladder again.
Knowing that you can't see anything,
Eyes are still used to fixed distance,
Steps are still used to moving forward.
But only clear water,
But all that remains is burnout.
Barefoot in anger,
Walking on the beach,
Let shallow water soak your ankles,
Like a stream flowing through previous lives,
Still waiting ...
Firm love.
The unexpected arrival of a date.
Render my thoughts of you,
Want to bury that bitterness.
With an ocean-like mind,
Play down all the unhappiness.
Honey, if you are in a dream,
Hearing the sunset,
Please don't be surprised,
When fate has patience,
Then we will graduate from loneliness,
We'll get a love certificate,
To enlighten the era of dreams.
Then came to the seaside,
Castle peak is still there,
Zhu Yan has not changed.
The sea is still Na Pianhai,
Surging, the shore stops the waves.
Never because of anyone's mood,
Change the vastness a little.
Wishing sea
How much load washes away sadness! !
Lend me a real glass of wine.
I should stop.
Write a little poem for you
The restlessness of the night
Reminds me of sunshine.
rainy day
There is no sunshine when there is time.
If a man
I also know that the lacrimal glands are surging.
It should be a pool of sadness.
How deep does it feel?
How tired is your heart?
Take off the red lantern hanging high.
Fate burns in nirvana.
Lend me a glass of wine brewed with true feelings.
And your company.
Calm down-don't be moved by the environment, stick to your beliefs
The breeze is drunk, too.
Recently, I am very sad about my feelings, and my eyes can't be opened like a lock. I often leave half a quilt every night until you wake up.
A frog walks in the mud and a phoenix flies out of the clouds. Clouds and mud are far apart, and it is difficult to know each other.
You hate me for being born early, and I hate you for being born late. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I hate being born at different times, and I am very happy with you every day. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I like you, I know. Even if you feel ocean deep, how can fate be extinguished!
Fog lock, looking forward to a smile. How much rouge and pink, I know you are alone.
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a surprise. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.