Author: Xi Murong
Let me hold your hand and gently pull out my hand.
Knowing that thoughts take root and sprout from now on, the clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.
Let me hold your hand and gently pull out my hand.
Since then, the Chinese New Year has not stopped, and tears have merged into rivers in my heart.
Staring helplessly, I couldn't find a flower to send by the ferry.
As long as you pin your blessings on your chest, tomorrow will be isolated from the world.
Step 2 say goodbye
Author: Xi Murong
Not all dreams can come true in time, and not all words can tell you in time.
Guilt and regret are always deeply planted in the heart after parting.
Although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've always been like this, and I missed yesterday's flowers.
Missed the gift again
If we want to repeat the same parting today, we will be strangers for the rest of our lives.
Thousands of miles away, in the twilight, I bow deeply to you.
Please take care of me, although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
It will be empty in the end.
3. "Send a friend on Autumn Night"
Author: Shu Ting
The first time I was touched by your talent was in the misty spring rain.
It's hard to meet again tonight. It's already the late autumn wind sobbing among the mulberry branches.
You always compare yourself to an old pine tree after lightning strike, and you can't cure the pain of burns all your life.
Unlike floating willow, it changes every spring.
I often wish I could travel from south to north like Hong Fei.
Pave the way in the boundless sky, don't learn from that narcissistic parrot, you can't live without a golden cage day and night.
This is our own misfortune and our common difficulty.
Because we think too much about life, our hearts are always so heavy.
When will the old pile sprout and shake off the dead branches for a lush tree?
When is the spring of the earth, there is no need to come and go in a hurry to soothe the sleepy soul.
4. sailor's knife
Author: Zheng Chouyu
An ivy-like tropical love line is broken with a wave of your hand.
Virgin money sank with the green island, and the stars sank for half a night.
Swing out a storm, an old sailor knife.
Polished by parting, used by loneliness, used by joy.
Masts and ropes used to sail against the wind ...
5. "Don't"
Author: Gu Cheng
In spring, you flick your handkerchief.
Should I leave or come back right away?
Nothing. Nothing.
Like a fallen flower in the water, like dew on a flower. ...
Only shadows understand, only wind energy understands.
Only the butterfly that started with a sigh is still flying in my heart. ...