In the spring years,
The steps are hesitant,
Humming a song,
It is full of separation and sorrow.
Look up to the sky,
Worry about the past.
Full of sorrow,
Lonely and laying a net.
The vast blueprint,
It is difficult to hide idealism.
Recalling the birch shape,
My heart is high and high.
Traveling a thousand miles,
Full of ambition.
However, love,
Jinyi and fragrant.
The present is different from the past,
The tiger has fallen into Pingyang,
The person you like,
is alone.
In the mortal world,
There is no longer a west window.
Just let me,
My hair turn gray.
Leaves follow the wind,
Fall into the earth peacefully.
Colorful carriages
The train is still moving forward,
People are filling the carriages,
Some people are lonely,
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Some people carry hope,
Some people have faces full of happiness,
Some people have faces full of melancholy,
Some people hum a little tune,
< p> Some people shed tears silently,There are also people who snore,
Some people talk freely about their ideals,
But I am half sleepy,
Watch them put their lives together!
My Qingming Festival
The world is diverse,
Life is gorgeous and colorful,
But my space is,
< p>But full of helplessness,All the dissatisfaction, confusion, anger...
Thoughts all came to me,
I will not escape or excuse,
Because this is the debt I owe,
If I leave,
it can really make up for the harm I have done to you,
I will dig a grave,
Bury myself alive,
With your hatred,
My love,
Together Leave,
Maybe in this way,
your life will be happy and wonderful,
If you remember it in the future,
Please remember Every year during the Qingming Festival, come and worship at my grave.
Let the storm come more violently!