The birds have returned to their nests.
Fireflies hold lanterns,
Yingying,
Have a green dream.
By candlelight,
I saw the dew in the evening,
Depressed green leaves,
Snuggle together,
Reluctant eyes,
Hit the ground lightly.
Smell the fragrance of bamboo leaves,
The rustling in the wind,
Like sleepwalking,
Step by step,
Just Shan Ye,
In the air,
I feel it.
Your existence.
A winding path,
Spotless,
The soil is mixed with the fragrance of grass,
As if through ancient and modern times,
Come to a place,
Like a gentleman. Location.
A Qu Di sound,
Tian di Wu you
If the light from the star,
You can get a green dream,
There must be a dream.
A character like you,
There is one,
A delicate heart.
By candlelight,
I went as usual,
Sparse raindrops,
Urging my steps,
Road,
Go further and further.
In the mist,
As if there was a girl like lilac,
With the scent of cloves,
Fancy eyes,
A shallow smile.
After a long silence,
I can't find it,
A decent sentence,
You can say it,
Not exactly,
Infringe on this innocence.
How are you?
With a sigh,
Hold out your right hand,
Signal me not to talk,
Some helpless expressions,
Like being angry,
But smiled with relief,
Tight nerves,
Suddenly relaxed.
I looked at her tenderly,
Hold up an oil-paper umbrella,
By moonlight,
Towards the distant,
No one is seen.
As if through ancient and modern times,
When you wake up,
The soil on the ground is not dry,
It's a little wet,
Everything is safe.
I saw a little flower,
White,
Like snow,
But it smells of flowers,
People can't bear to fold,
Better than Lingxiao,
Exquisiteness in the rain.