Paint the sky black and let the excitement and noise surge again in the neon seat. This night, full of strong and diverse thoughts and infinite spread, is a sober mountain worship.
Between the mountains, there are stars all over the sky, and colorful tides will cover up those that are slightly rough. How many sad and gentle nights have been hidden here, and how many ambitions and gentleness have been squandered?
2. "Let's hold hands gently"
Tonight, the stars are silent, the moon is heavy, staring at the fence, outside the screen window, a few flowers are falling, oh! Let's write a poem to commemorate the classical meeting of souls, let the beauty of lily, jasmine and wisteria bloom in our lives, let's sing the oldest ballad, let the song linger, and let the memory smile quietly in the light grip.
3. Under the buttonwood
The cold wind blows and blows away, and we still stare at the silent atmosphere, just like that. The sudden bell seems to come from far away. It rises in Ran Ran, like an endless path stretching under our feet, and our words have been scattered several times and planted here again.
There is no beautiful underwater sound, only twinkling stars, only the shadow of trees, only a flood of rice ears swaying like lights, like fog. Ah, under the buttonwood tree at night, there are no ripples in the spectrum, so we look at each other silently and suck the mystery of silence.
4. "The bud of poetry"
Stand on the blue grassland, look at it, look at it. Love, in the sweet soil of the motherland, deep valleys and secluded paths. A deep poetic bud yearns for, yearns for and is immortal.
5. Spring scar
Your deep affection has shocked the landscape of the old country. I really want to tell the snowmelt heart that in the winding mileage, love is the melancholy of purple folds and the joy of thin piping of yellow roses. You and I woke up in the soft trace of double spring and double rain, but forgot ourselves in classical mythology.