◆Love, the girl and I
The girl I loved deeply in the past
Can I see it when I look back?
On the fields in early spring Full of wild flowers
Attracting butterflies to dance lightly
This hasty language
The days when wild geese fly south alone
You are here Where to treasure and say goodbye
Pick up the broken branches
Spring flowers and green grass
Write into the golden wheat fields in autumn
I threw the pen at the girl
Then walked away at dusk
The girl who sighed tonight
In the past he cried and loved deeply
Silent lamp, ringing bell
No trace of you can be found
A beautiful love
The spring is gone, flying Snow Cold Heart
Ever remember the Chinese Valentine's Day in midsummer
The endless twinkling stars?
In this spring, the girl is gone
My eyes cannot see her
The wind packs the luggage and collects the poems
The drizzle will never return again The bustling Chongqing
◆Private narrative
Autumn leaves fall, singing and dancing in the wind
The ridge beyond the desolate ridge
Open up the past Smeared night
Rain desert and sea
Stories about tomorrow
No, she whispered softly
Reject the children's desire
The mist curtain spreads and extends
The elegy smashes the dew
It is covered with withered grass and leaves
The winter snow melts and flows into Xijiang
Wildness within the wilderness
Flowers that have never bloomed are looming
He, me and her
Towards the windless cliff Copyright belongs to the original author
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