Water is a kind person. A river
Twist the lumbar muscles.
Holding a group of disobedient children
wind
Shan Ye incarnate. October
That heavy smoker is alive again.
Innocent sniffling fell to the ground again.
Hear crying
This season, smoking
Curled up in the corner, talking crazily.
Crazy talk is a poem.
It's in front of an earthen stove in a farmhouse.
Follow your thoughts and make the final decision.
continue
A woman who listens to singing
Season is a woman's son.
When the last corn cob landed
Traveling with a flock of geese in July
From the bottom
Drift deeper and deeper
Some waiting mice and sparrows. ...
A snowy morning. Winter is coming.
A bug hidden in a thick leaf.
Roll up the flying leaves.
Gone with the Wind
Only later this season.
How many dreams
Slowly buried in the ground and integrated into the grassroots.
2. Love in the Four Seasons
Happiness is an ensemble of wind and everything.
Acacia falling into the water
Influenced by a note. This day
Yu Yan is willing to stay in the world of mortals.
Listen to the sound of a flowered skirt swinging.
Experience the feeling of life
The wind is a sign of flowers blooming.
Young people throw down hoes and listen to the flowers wither! this
Is a person's life.
Shan Ye wants the most beautiful love.
It was that day, that day finally came, and that day was beautiful.
Flowers cultivated in the morning breeze
Welcome happiness with beautiful dance steps
Time sows harmony, and flowers deduce the true meaning.
Happiness after harvest has the same dream as people.
Hugging is not just about Shan Ye and flowers.
therefore
Meeting is when the monsoon comes.
wait for ...
Meet again at the cliff mouth
3. A woman is lying in the water
Women in the mountains like to lie in the water.
Carved by life in all aspects.
Finally, raise motherhood in the smoke
Looking for the shadow in the water
It's not just the moon that likes to look for shadows by the water.
And the season of crossing the world of mortals, these seasons
From time to time, some sorrows and eddies flow to the sky.
The pulse of the mountain can't stop the sweet rotation.
The bluestone in front of you is always mixed with blue.
Passion in another way
Pour down, like lightning, gently pull open the wire.
Obviously trees are lonely.
Its tenderness can only be found in the fog curtain.
The sun put down a shy surprise.
Smooth the bluestone on the cold treetops as usual.
Spin into the vast night
The night began to get deeper.
Only the stars are still patrolling the water.