Palm trees, honeypots, fences, stones ...
In Yuanhetang, I can easily call out the garden.
Every flower and every sincere object.
As a complete family, I believe them.
It's part of my hometown. After so many years.
Time has taken us away from the distant countryside.
Step by step into the city center.
Those birds hovering over the garden.
It's another childhood companion. After so many years.
I have been afraid to look back.
I knew that dusty and muddy road when I was young.
Who shouted my name in the crowded crowd?
Who is my long-lost lovely fellow countryman?
Xuezhi garden
Miss the snow
Miss a butterfly that flew into childhood.
Snow is thinking about me, too.
Miss a cloud in a free day.
Butterflies rot easily.
Like time that can never be grasped.
Miss childhood
Like snow falling back into the garden.
This winter, a sudden heavy snow
Rangjie coffee garden
Awakened countless sleeping childhood.
Colored garden
There must be a reason why the flowers bloom so well. These flowers are very big.
Send me from far away, just like in the air.
A sudden slowdown in time.
In the cross-border coffee garden
Time has colors to follow.
Fantasy is green, memory is purple, and the bottom heart.
Unpredictable elegance, the same temperament as coffee
If you are happy, the red flowers will bloom warmly.
If you are blue, the light wind will have a light blue taste.
If you see a faint light yellow in running water, it is representative.
Someone is secretly thinking about you.
Yueliang garden
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the shadows of the trees are reflected in the moon.
Like a lovesick little lamp.
In the cross-border coffee garden, silence is another moon
Shine on the hotbed of the soul
Light from plants.
In a blink of an eye, this is the third moon in the garden.
Escape from the street to the alley
My beloved moon is sleeping peacefully in the garden at the moment.
In (someone's) dream
She regained her childhood.
Afternoon fantasy
The running water is the boundary, and the fence is the boundary.
Erect grass has been my brother for many years.
This depression is the enemy's most insurmountable fortress.
When the music is playing, the fragrance of flowers is the horn.
The cold wind blew off the leaves.
My brave soldier killed time in secret. ...
Sitting on a recliner and drinking cross-border coffee
A small latte.
I played all over the country in one afternoon.
Inner light
It was dark and some light swam out.
From shallow to deep. I believe
This is a sad person, praying to his heart.
There will be other lights in the garden, maybe.
Hide in the grass and listen, or climb high.
Whispering to other lights. And some gentle light.
Will suddenly fall on some cold faces and cheeks.
Touch or kiss. More light
Living in the shadow, when a leaf falls.
Or a breeze blowing
Like my own heart, I was gently moved.
Unique garden
In this life, there will be no other place.
For example, the cross-border coffee garden in front of us
Indifferent, dignified, delicate and lonely.
In this life, there will be no one else.
Sit in the middle of the garden like this.
Indifferent, dignified, delicate and lonely.
In this life, I will never be in the mood again.
Hanging above the garden, like this.
Indifferent, dignified, delicate and lonely.
In this life, the garden has identified you.
You recognize this sky, the sky.
I think this is the only garden.
I wrote moonlight again.
I wrote moonlight again, like a southerner.
Look north again. He thought of his distant relatives.
It is a broken moonlight. Moonlight is
A * * * desire in the hearts of relatives.
For so many years, one moonlight has been pulling another moonlight.
It seems that a lonely person is no longer willing to be lonely.
This hateful autumn gathers relatives and sends them away instantly.
This never-satisfied round table.
There are always some empty seats in silence.
But it also makes people feel that their loved ones are present.