Teenagers don't know how to worry, and rivers and mountains travel everywhere. Gradually cherish the twilight, feeling rosy clouds late.
The breeze is intoxicating and insects are flying in the fields. White clouds return, and the flocs fall back and forth.
Singing day after day, year after year. I suddenly dreamed that there was a girl named Cai Helian by the lake.
Lotus leaves are sweet and the water is rippling. The spray is spring, and the canoe is in front of the mountain.
Downstream, I saw my charming face. I was startled by the people in the sky and fell into the dust by mistake.
Want to ask where to go, suddenly wake up. Think of spring, and you will know that the sunset is late.
Dreams are hard to get and beautiful people are hard to see again. The reality is boring, and I have been thinking about Miss Lian ever since.
Winter and summer are unknown, and spring and autumn are unforgettable. Reading lyric poems at night and dreaming of lovesick words.
Birds peck flowers and Liu Changyan cuts them. Just looking at people, my heart is covered by heavy doors.
300 days a year, when can we meet? Peaches and plums are proud of themselves, and branches grow out of dreams.
When the flowers bloom and fall and the leaves dry up. The former guest said that living alone is a dark wound to God.
Shuang Yan built a new nest, but he was too drunk to smell it. How many souls haunt me when my dreams come and go.
How many souls, where is the goose grave? And heaven remains our neighbourhood, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
White clouds often gather and disperse, and life has a clutch. I am willing to hold a hand, whether it is white or not.
It's not easy to get together and get off, and it's even harder to get on and off. Get together and leave, and the future will be clean.
I don't know when I came and when I went to Spring and Autumn.
Written on August 3, 20 12.