The window sill of my memory in Begonia Flower
There used to be a pot of begonia.
Above the purple of begonia flowers
I see clouds floating on the horizon.
Like my erratic mood.
Escape from the courtyard of acacia
If there is a breeze on your face.
She smells fragrant.
Like a fairy veil floating over.
Touch my soul
Children on the green grass
The midday sun
Cool river water
Snow-covered windows
No matter sunset or sunrise
Infinite scenery
The river of time is stagnant.
Burning with youthful passion
Charming life
Has become the afterheat of lips and kisses
My past days
Have the warmth of begonia flowers.
Piece together the traces of begonia flowers
I saw the pain of memory.
Like a fairy's veil
Leave the illusion of a century.
You, a blooming begonia/
Gorgeous petals/clothes suitable for your life/
I don't want to/use you as a souvenir,/my lost spring/
Evening breeze with moonlight/wipe your delicate face/
You wait for the sun before dawn/
Maybe your time is too short/you don't have a declaration of love/
No-
Only regret/
I can't be your groom/but I give you all hope/
In order not to let you wander/I learned/I wander alone in tears/
You are still withered/
You used your weak body/gave me the last hope/
I don't know/what reason can I live without you/
When the dawn comes with tears/you have quietly left/
Withered petals/broken face/without you/for whom do my tears flow? !
I don't think you will come to see me next spring.
Your roots-rotten/
My dear begonia/the frivolity of my youth/and the dream I buried for you/
It's all scattered!
Goodbye, my dear Haitang! /Remember to be broad/
After all,
You are in the spring breeze I gave you.
In full bloom
Begonia blossoms, moss and green radish are not awake.
Walking on the dew in the morning
I came to see you.
Carrying the clarity of Slender West Lake.
Indulge in every colorful flower of yours.
People who know little about flowers in the world.
Since, a poem by Princess Xiaoxiang.
You will bloom deep love in my heart.
Two-thirds of the stolen pear core is white.
Ripples from the lake, covered with ice Qiong.
A wisp of fragrant soul borrowed from plum blossoms.
It bothers me.
Meet again and plant in a dream.
Your delicate elegance is about to drip.
Let me have an impulse to get close.
You can't stay in the rain.
Gave me a dream that begonia in a smoke cage was cold and fragrant.
You didn't pretend to be dizzy and blush.
Only a bag of plain snow is white.
Immerse yourself in fireworks
Zuiliao spring
Zui Jiangnan Zisai
Drunk, the leader of the red chamber, twelve women
A small lead flower in Meishan
The sweet voice that lights up my lips.
It's like a turn in Du Liniang.
The sleeves are dazzling.
Sing a romantic song about garden dreams.
It seems that we have met before.
How to arrange it in Chun Qing? Guan Yu's voice, Faith guessed.
The beautiful image is enchanting and bright.
I wander under your gentle moth eyebrows.
Invite perilla to drink.
You don't need to light candles to go to Dongtai.
On a sunny day, I closed my eyes with fascination.
You are free to express your feelings.
You have a graceful demeanor.
Put away your smart eyes.
Soothed me for many years.
Tossing and turning, uneasy
Cloudy days
Half-hearted sadness
Zen sits in the depth of time.
Want to be alone in a daze
You once sent me a note of begonia.
Call me smiling youth.
Better than 3 thousand powder
I am always waiting for success or failure.
You are always withholding information.
If it weren't for the cloud reminded by that branch
I really don't know your heart.
Come in or go out?
Break through the feeling of freezing in winter
Your shadow
Awakened some deep lovesickness I was waiting for.
Actually, you've been waiting for me.
Wait for me in the vast sea of people
Nowadays, begonia blooms.
Answer the shutter people's concerns about Yi 'an.
Stop wandering ...