In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold. (Imagine what my wife missed)
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
I miss my family. Memories of the past are like dreams.
Everything is as faint as a glimmer in the night.
Life is a short journey.
I don't want it to be lonely.
Happiness is actually very simple.
It is hidden behind the plain.
Far away, but more memorable.
There is a faint pain floating on the surface of missing.
The water ripples out my eternal desire.
Only the entanglement of beauty and sentimentality
Miss you-my family.
Miss you-my paradise
every minute and every second
Long thoughts emerge like a tide.
Full of thoughts and endless strings go straight into the depths of the soul.