Now is my best moment, but the door is locked. After the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus nut? It's too early or too late for you.
Xi Murong's Li Qixiang. The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the tide is eager to return to land. I waved goodbye so easily in front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night. As soon as the breeze blows, it becomes a garden full of fragrance.
3. Ai Qing's tree. Tree by tree. Stand apart, wind and air tell them the distance, but under the cover of soil, their roots are elongated, and in the invisible depths, they entangle their roots.
4. In the shadow of roses. Author: Bing Xin. On clothes and pages, the sun shines on tiny leaves. I folded a flower and waited-waited, and the thick red petals matched her snow-white dress. On the cold stone steps, sit-sit, wait for her to come, only smell the fragrance of roses in her hand!