Little blue flowers,
Driving on a blue hillside,
On a purple rock.
Little blue flowers,
Bluer than a sunny day in autumn,
Bluer than sapphire.
Little blue flowers,
Is Shan Ye's smile,
Lonely and affectionate.
Wild sunflower
Wild sunflowers will be beheaded in autumn.
Whoever hit her will suddenly come back.
It's almost dusk,
Her face,
As the sunset turns into golden smoke,
With endless summer.
Through who? Crossing the horizon of buckwheat flowers?
Past events covered by sadness,
Who did I die for?
Unreal wild sunflower.
An unreal song.
The autumn wind stung my chest.
The "Lotus Voice" of Love
The crowd is noisy.
And you are the closest person to me.
The quietest and gentlest flower.
If you want to see it, go and see the lotus.
I just like watching you with a blue umbrella.
Rise from the water
I asked Chi Xin.
Throw a stone gently.
Your face
Then the outcry rose red.
agazed
A waterfowl
Sweep the willow branches on the other side like a flame
Come closer.
Come closer to me.
You can hear it.
Water drops go round and round in your palm.
You are in the noisy lotus pond.
The quietest sunset.
Cicada is still singing.
Still as lonely as when you are alone in the crowd.
I left, and I won't wait for you halfway.
Waiting for you to call me gently
Lemons in Chen Dongdong-Hui.
Let me pick you up in the shade at noon.
On a Sunday, when the bell rang, summer was full of bluebirds.
Let me touch your coolness, lemon
Make me like a glass of pure fresh water.
Soak your golden sweet fruit.
The French poet Ai Lvya came here with a poem in his hand.
Let me taste your taste in the courtyard at dusk.
In the green corridor, on Sunday and in summer, birds are full of bluebirds.
Let me say your name, lemon.
Let me be like a little seed.
Enter your transparent and sweet core.
The French poet Ai Lvya came here with a poem in his hand.
Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
Not just a dangerous mountain,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand our language.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and red neon.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
It's a great feeling,
Loyalty is there:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
Welcome everyone to communicate.