What I can't stop is tears.
Moonlit starry sky,
Send a dream.
I spend time alone,
Become a memory hole.
If these tears,
Can be counted as clear,
It should be washed away,
Mottled floating dust.
Grids of blood and dirty eyes.
Quiet moonlight,
I miss you. Thousands of years ago,
Also called loneliness.
Naughty wind,
Blood rain,
In the eyes.
Do you remember,
Brilliant and empty,
It is a throb that stays in my heart.
The heart pulse is awakened,
This dead dream.
I saw you again,
Stay away inch by inch.
A hug with folded hands,
Record the best wishes.
Under the dark gray wall,
I wrote down the only meaning of life.
When you walk into the mysterious palace,
I saw the most beautiful you.
Dead and silent,
This is the grass color in winter,
Render this land.
Light and dark pericardium,
From my gray eyes,
The net shows the color of the heart palace.
If I have a residual dream,
Will give it to you-beautiful starry sky.
Turn into a pool of clear tears,
Wash away the accumulated floating dust,
And the rose eye mask.
I have saved my thoughts for you for thousands of years,
Will burst into magic at that moment.
Clear water,
It turned into turbid tears again.
I am accompanied by the quiet moonlight,
Ups and downs of crying and laughing.
Do you know modern poetry 2?
I will eventually step on the ice and snow alone.
Go to Tianya
Tianya Tianya
hometown
Blurred the line of sight
Maya R.
Sobbing
But I chose to start.
Because of this, I have never forgotten to carry your trust, your affection and your love in my bones.
Dry, like weeds deep in the mountains.
Rong, the Chunhua of Ruoling
Even if you encounter a little snowy night from time to time.
Even if the memory is full of scars.
The Maya river winds deep in the wilderness.
Your sad years
Your painful past
Just like mom suggested.
Youth is like fire
Refuse hoarseness
Holding your crystal smiling face
I am snowflake.
Monsoon! monsoon
I ask you not to hesitate.
Blow it.
Blow it.
Blow it quickly.
Under the dark soil.
There is no doubt that I will always be the spring bud of your green dream.
In the grass.
Zhitoushang
Even by the stream of the mountain stream.
Everywhere is full of my lush wings.
Rain on a summer night
Hazy and damp
I whisper in the air.
The pace of time
Urged me
The fourth movement of bees dancing and butterflies dancing
Take care of me
However, the fragrance and the beauty of dreams
She is not entirely the darling of spring.
For example, barbarism and arrogance
He performed killing and blood.
That's definitely not beautiful.
It's pain, it's a scar of sin.
Missed the flowering period
Also missed the wind and rain
But the depths of my life
Love, still
Dream, still
Still hate
Therefore, I will eventually choose a person to set out and look forward to the horizon of towards the distant without hesitation. ...
The fog in the cold autumn is about to disappear.
The mottled past seems to be still struggling.
Because, I have no fragrance.
No spring flowers
In my childhood, she only shed tears.
My youth, she always coughed up blood.
And in my life, why did she indulge in the instantaneous sunset in the distant horizon in such a hurry?
Take a walk under the autumn moon
Give a wink.
Sing an autumn leaf
Soothe my soul
My "love"
My dream is never to be lonely.
Honey. Fresh milk
Hanging on the mother's chest
Like the Maya River.
Every minute of my life.
Sing forever
Bloom forever
Finally, it will be shown in a magical fairy posture.
Continuous autumn rain
be all tears
Every time I hear your footsteps
In the arms of my hometown
I am happy with my immortal fairy tale.
Pick a tear.
Take it back to your hometown.
Rhododendrons all over the mountains
Tall and straight Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica Mongolia, delicate wild strawberries, peony flowers.
And crystal clear wild grapes.
This is all the blood flowing in my life
It is also my unique autumn fruit and spring flower.
I am your daughter Ma Yanhe.
……
Meet the sound of autumn rain at the end of the world
Sound is my pain and my dream.
This is my home.
And the resounding answer that must be made in the journey of chasing the sea.
Sound and autumn rain
Autumn rain sound
You are on my cheek.
One, forever
Tears that never fade
tears
flower ...