You said, I met a girl on the subway.
Like me ten years ago.
Looks and looks alike.
I responded with a faint smile, as if
Hear your voice by my side.
Flowers, poetry and music
All I can do is be in this silence.
Recalling the past, loneliness is not deep.
The leaves of Platanus acerifolia fell off one by one.
Knocking on the window lattice, the wind is low.
These are not so important anymore.
What matters is the desolation and pause of that moment.
All because of you
Dusk to evening.
At this time, it was near dusk.
Is slowly crossing the river
The setting sun turns the tidal waves
gild
There is a rope behind the distant mountain.
Drag it down, as easy as blowing off dust
The last cloud
Stranded by the wind, hanging on the treetops
I am your last river and mountain.
Sitting alone listening to Songtao.
Whether to go or stay.
Will suddenly disappear at night.
Swallow it in minutes.
What a cool autumn!
Autumn is coming.
I have no reason to stay.
A beautiful summer flower
Close to death or desolation
Can't compare with the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.
Where does the stream flow?
Always hide the mystery
The solemnity of the hill
It's always hard to understand
Nature, creation or destruction.
Prosperity or desolation
There is always a reason.
Who is it, sneaking away from the past?
That tenderness will never be forgotten?
Daohuaxiang
I have been in love for so many years.
Your color, your smell.
You have experienced countless joys and sorrows.
Flower-bearing seed
The harvest year in every piece of rice fragrance is vivid in my mind.
Like the joy of mother's brow rolling down.
A day when rice flowers are brushed and dyed.
Slowly thinning, those gaps
Not enough to fill in a burning surname.
It is closely related to the rushing blood.
◎ Wisteria-to Qixi Festival
An empty monastery
Full of love
If you can be like Xia Zi, hang your branches.
Here, I put a word.
Evolve into slapping
It's all my fault for you.
All Men Are Mortal
Endless love words
Several teapots, touching each other and whispering.
Pour out addicted love and happiness
A song about autumn
Days washed by autumn wind
Like a brand-new exquisite carpet.
There are soft materials and packaging.
dear restless heart
I will never let the false illusion
Regret hurting people, never again.
For water lost after autumn, inject it.
The color of death, sigh fleeting time.
Some people recovered from their illness, while others.
Step into the uterus again.
It's a good thing I'm the only one
Look at autumn with Leng Yan's attitude.