Daisy, it's so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary,
An indescribable beauty!
Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad!
I am listening to music at the moment!
In my mind ... I became a wisp of wind.
Fly over the green country road;
Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan;
Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance!
The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse.
Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear!
I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes!
Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know .....
The chrysanthemums in my dreams will never wither,
Will always exude its faint fragrance. ........
Jupanxiang (Cang Kejia)
Northland scenery, there is no wind or rain over Chongyang.
Don't go to Xishan to see the red leaves, come to clumps of yellow.
People are leaning against the hedge, China is next to the palace wall, the city is red, and the gatehouse is facing up.
Borrow incense, only enjoy it, otherwise, geese fly by.
You don't need to hold Ao Bai to drink. Memorizing good sentences is especially fragrant.
Thin figure, smooth spirit, head held high to the east.