I am a bird.
Have a simple stomach
Bear the cost of stealing forbidden fruit
Swinging with false and gentle steps
Zhang He's mouth is pecking and gossiping.
I am a bird.
Incite wings that others can't understand
Gently and delicately brushed your willow branches.
Be considerate and close to your sweet breasts
Guide you to linger with me and relax your waist.
I am a bird.
Always want to turn delicate youth into a selfish water port.
Dancing a ditty of human joys and sorrows
Deliberate sunset pink frivolous.
Embrace cardamom's wanton exercise in the new year.
I am a bird in my dream.
Dance out the predecessor of the dancer
Past lives and the reincarnation of the afterlife.
Rummaging back and forth on the road
this life
Continue the deep side of the duet.
later ages/time
Can you explain the bitterness and sadness of past lives?
(B) the transmission of notes
The steed's iron hoof has gone far beyond the Great Wall.
Populus euphratica in the desert can't remember hump breathing.
Father's old cigarette rod can't hold the spark of fairy tales.
Mother's white hair, spring, summer, wind, winter, jade and autumn can't be elegant.
The old almanac can still read your tomorrow and my future.
Intermittent legend
Stir and collide in the sound of hooves
We can finally give ourselves a satisfactory name.
We can finally decorate a new house for ourselves.
Decorate a cool Monday in summer with spring flowers.
Hit the autumn yearning with the cool melody of love.
The dim oil lamp in the west wing is no longer on.
The ballads on Nanshan still have a long call of never giving up.
The daughter-in-law under the diaojiao building shouted at the confusion that was difficult to wake up.
Spring dreams, lotus flowers in summer and Qiu Chan brewed in winter are swaying on the back of open-backed pants.
Blur the line of sight in the corner of my eye
Can I see yours? I miss my sadness.
The lingering lovesickness
The pit in the intoxicating southern red bean
I finally understand that sliding to the right for thousands of times can't untie each other's hearts.
I finally know that other people's pink peach faces will never be their new clothes.
A single item can't make a five-flavored Saturday.
Even if I marry you tomorrow, martial arts experts will still be lonely and sad in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Phoenix Legend's hoarseness pierced the eardrum.
The most dazzling national wind rolled up the heroic galloping horse.
Holding the sun, holding the moon, picking a bunch of roses waiting for love.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, lang's call, lang's temptation, waiting for the Sophora japonica on the mountain to bloom quickly.
Kick and swing hard
Shake off the fluorescence, shake off your thoughts and shake off my sadness.
Love songs with no fixed rhythm tell you
Love is in love, in leisure life, then love is just a legend of love.
We finally understand that no one owes anyone a happy ending.
It seems that the quiet heart is still asking for tea at night to add fragrance.
A wall built with vows
Irresistible simulation horseshoe stirring incisively and vividly
Black and white movies can't stand the flood of downloaded movies.
Sanjie Liu consciously avoided the duet that was played circularly on the stage without lights.
The steed's iron hoof has really crossed the Great Wall.
The oil lamp in the west wing is dim and no longer bright.
Red beans in the south still love lightning.
Phoenix Legend will also be obsessed with the interpretation of gorgeous legends
Indulge in noise
Lost in the swing
I'm sorry that I can't see your thoughts.
Never give up the legend of vows of eternal love
Frequency of air intake
Disappear in the rain without a trace
(3) Ayi River in summer
Throw a treasure down the slope.
I bumped into you.
You had many names at that time.
Like a string of pearls, connected with the long river of years.
Mysterious legends attract me to you.
Your beauty
Let me regret losing you for too long
Long buried depth
I am ashamed to an unknown corner.
Extremely hot
Spur me towards you
You stick to it deeply
Let me fall in love with your peace.
You are the one who stored the ancient world.
Or have I stayed in the matrix too long?
I can't understand the Millennium iron coupons on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
Can't guess the eternal legend.
I didn't come to see you at four o'clock
But I haunt you in my dreams every night.
Finger bamboo on Qingshiyan
It's yellow and rotten, so send it again.
Just to snuggle up to your beauty
Generation after generation has broken its waist.
Tired of the arrogance of the plank road
I prefer a quiet fishing rod hanging at night.
afterwards
Look at you again.
Floating colorful boat
Holding a yellow pole
Blink your eyes.
Swing into bamboo leaves
enter
A long corridor painted by bamboo bridge