Did you bring the spring breeze I picked 1 1 month? Did you bring the star I knocked down in 1 1 month? 1 1 month, did you bring the distance I had expected?
In the cool wheel, I had a dream: I dreamed that you bypassed the street corner, walked in the alley, and sang a song with the oriole; You walk into the pub, close the cup and hold up a man's dream; You disappeared all the city gates, closed your eyes and left people, and entered the Xiao corridor of the long street.
Where did you go with the fragrance and the crowd? When can I stay and where can I circle the fence: I vaguely know what you look like, and when I am about to disappear, I am surprised by the carelessness of time-looking back-I will miss you all my life! Where have you been?
With the flow of incense, holding the crowd. The north wind, whose temperature has faded, is your last gift, which blows away the thoughts of spring and intensifies the appearance of winter.
Go, go, don't blame, don't blame, it's gone, but it's still there.
The wind, lazy and swaying; Lights, flickering; The figure with luggage is getting longer and longer. Month, noble, bright and round, leaves, not humble; The jade money on rice paper is getting longer and longer.
A notebook, bought by Hongyan. When winter comes, the color disappears and there are not many words. This is better than a warm fire and light sake, and it is worthy of Hu Qiu and his son's company. Why didn't he sleep, sing loudly and smile?
Night, gently deep, drums, I would like to ring, pregnant with sad insects, humming the colors of the four seasons, leaning against the lovesickness partridge, snapping my fingers and singing softly, like a spring water, how to stop.
When the bright moon returns, the figure is drunk, and thousands of thoughts turn into two lines of poetry. The night is deep and dark, and people are sleeping. Shh, the figure at the end of the street is still on the road, and the poet is still under the lamp.