Whether you like it or not, March has carved you into a ray of dawn;
whether you like it or not, the morning breeze has drawn your eyebrows.
The morning mist has faded, and the first light has not yet arrived. You are writing that immortal golden melody.
-Encounter
I wish we didn't meet in the vast distance.
no acacia tune, no red bean koji, no banana rain.
On the west coast, night after night, you are spinning moonlight rays; South window, day after day, I count and whisper.
-Looking back
The flood of thoughts is all due to that accidental look back.
You just drift away like a cloud, leaving me with a parting like the sky.
The burden of the heart pool died in the twilight of July, which attracted frogs with good deeds and gossips with gossips.
-Scutellaria barbata
Treading with the foot sound of fright, the wind and rain went all the way.
just to see the splendor of that dream on the roadside of the season on the first dress day.
Is it worth it, Scutellaria barbata?
for a heart-to-heart meeting, you, the show year!
If you must promise something, please promise me a forget-me-not.
-Silkworm
I will keep knitting until I am tired.
perhaps, I have woven a cocoon that binds myself.
If I were a spring silkworm, I would silently accept the gift of fate, without complaint or regret.
-exploring plum in Longtan
plum and bamboo are concentric and ingenious.
you are the embodiment of tall and straight, and she is as pure as ice and pure as a ghost.
ningtan. Listen, May. Know fen.
along the way, bauhinia waved frequently, and Haitang pulled her clothes and sleeves. Streams also want to stay.
I haven't stopped, and the Meihua Mountain in my dream is in the future.
-Looking back at the Golden Palace
No, because the seven-star sword of the King of the Day hangs there:
No, because of the bronze tile temple on the Fengming Mountain;
Because of that unusual spring day, because of the accompanied tour, because of the more beautiful face than Camellia.
-childhood
It seems that gray dreams are only suitable for folding paper planes and loading them into small paper boats.
Colorful kites are like rainbows. Not every child is lucky enough to meet them.
-Childhood
Pure natural laughter pervades the season.
dancing on the flute, swaying with the calluses, lingering with mulberries, whirling in the glacier ................................................................................................................................................
The ringing of the bell at work startled her heart. The dung dustpan of spring ploughing trembled and admired on the shoulders, and sprouted in sweat.
The landlady joked: Why is she suddenly like a heart at the foot of the mountain?
Sweetness is bound into a book, with pictures of tears and laughter on it, and striving for progress is the gilded inscription cover.