The future is locked.
Memory has a lock.
Her image has been included in a concentric lock;
Pure heart and joy merge into a river.
Single-minded love merges into a river.
Having her life is a glorious rebirth river!
Picturesque love
This is a radiant spring.
A forest covered with fallen Englishmen
Deep red thoughts piled up in front of my eyes-
Poetic love
This is an exciting chord.
Maybe it's a beautiful fairy in the forest
I have finished reading the wishes in my heart! Far and near ancient city
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
"One generation" Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
Bian Zhilin out of context
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Flat Zhi Lin, swing
Post the sunset at five o'clock.
Hang half light at six o'clock.
I hope someone spends all their time.
Just dreaming. Look at the wall.
The swaying grass has turned yellow.
Shian Nala Xu Zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure—
Shian, Nora. (rain)
Cloudy gray
I can't wash it clean anymore.
We open our umbrellas.
Simply blacken the sky
In the slowly drifting night
There are two pairs of binary stars.
There seems to be no orbital determination.
It's just that when I was far away, when I was near ... "Error" I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Fubie
Text: Zheng Chouyu
Leaving you this time, it is the wind, the rain and the night.
You smile and I wave.
A lonely road will spread to both ends.
At this time, you have returned to your home by the river.
Thought you were combing your long hair or tidying your wet coat.
I have a long way to go back from the storm.
The mountains recede into the distance, and the flat weeds swell even more.
Alas, the world is afraid that darkness has really taken shape. ...
You said, you are so stupid. You look just like the child fighting in the wind.
You shouldn't have tied it and let it go.
The kite disappeared, leaving a broken thread.
This book is too thick. It shouldn't open the cover.
The beach is too long to leave footprints.
Clouds come from the valley and springs drop from the cracks.
It all started. Where is the ocean?
The first encounter of "single-plank bridge" has become a thing of the past.
Now it is a vast grassland.
I have lost the right to keep your pet.
How beautiful it is to knead red and white, blue and dusk sky together.
I don't miss the golden orchard either.
But you're in Victor's grave ...
I don't want to see you again when I leave you this time.
By the time you read this, you have fallen asleep quietly.
Leave everything we haven't finished and leave it to the world.
I'm still stepping on this world.
This is just your dream. ...
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
You are an April day on earth.
Lin
I said you were April,
Your laughter lit up the light and smart wind around you.
Dance and change in the spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
In the water, you are swaying like a dreamlike Bai Lianhua.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love and warmth.
It's a poem, you're an April day on earth!
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.