Travel freely in words,
Words bring me not only physical and mental pleasure,
It is also a spiritual sustenance.
A plum blossom is full of acacia,
Who is infatuated with who!
With a light pen,
Write thin Tang poetry and Song poetry,
In some affectionate paragraphs,
Dancing alone,
Besides forgetting,
In that ancient spring,
You travel with flowers in your arms.
Now that I think about it,
I was vaguely together at that time.
Know each other silently,
In fact, it is the simplest real possession.
A long time ago,
No matter how complicated or simple,
You are lonely and happy together.
Those sentimental words in his works,
You never ask questions,
Because you know my heart,
Know my temperament, my nature.
You always say, where is the heart,
The important thing is,
Others,
Don't care too much.
I often read old words,
Little by little,
Filaments and threads,
There is a feeling that only one person can understand sympathy.
Wonderful life,
Tell it in words,
Emotional,
Explain with a pen tip.
Miss you very much,
Warm and nourish the lonely heart,
I can understand even if I'm speechless.
How much love is around,
Standing in the direction of the world of mortals and looking at you,
Your existence,
Finish my watch,
Even if the loneliness of missing becomes a ruin.
Write her full name in the color of spring,
Between evergreen trees,
A touch of purples dipped into my eyes.
Just thought,
Through the most beautiful warmth in my eyes.
With Dan Qing's pen,
Draw a spring that never fades.
Bright moonlight,
Sprinkle it quietly in the yard,
The courtyard in the spring breeze is very cold.
Outside the courtyard is Wanshui Qian Shan.
Open the book,
Sad love,
Always seeps into my heart inadvertently,
Sprinkle inexplicable feelings and sadness.
Stranded memories,
Good old days,
Dusted in an abandoned heart castle,
The heavy door was locked.
Missing is irresistible,
Family ties can't fade away.
She is the blue enchantress,
Quietly implanted in my heart,
Let my heart shine from now on
Tears are another sea,
Time is spent here.
The style of fingertips,
It's tenderness in the old notes,
Origin and destiny,
Finally return to peace,
Sigh the past,
Dust fate is like a dream,
Who is it when I turn around?
Surprise and taking pictures,
A lifetime of infatuation;
Whose romance is this,
Write the road to reincarnation.
Feelings,
Flowers and bones are as thin as firewood,
Miss past lives,
Passing through this life,
Looking back,
We have never seen each other's old age in the journey of the world of mortals.
Where the fragrance is broken,
At a glance,
Eventually dissipated into clouds.