In this season, the long willow leaves have become sculptures of the eyes
And the beautiful shadows of cherry blossoms guard the longing of that life
And I, even my own I don’t even remember my appearance
Fortunately, I’m right next to a small lake
In addition to the waves in the sky
, I can also see my own shadow
< p>Sitting quietly on the once illusory chairOpening his suitcase
The clothes and shoes inside are still as good as you want
There are just too many A few maple leaves
I really want to step into that candlelight dinner again
Relive the hot agarwood of the years
What a beautiful life curve a bamboo shoot has< /p>
The confession that is about to fly
Dream-like purity
Looking at each other in the long curls
Guarding a pot of chrysanthemums The early spring from the clear bubbles
It grows into the everlasting fragrance of nectar
The peach blossoms interpret the charm of the world
Penetrate the graceful elegance in the heart
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In the warm wine embrace facing the street
The height of my thoughts solidified
Toast a glass to the invitation
Make a spiritual promise
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The peonies that are ready to blossom, treasure the longings close at hand and far away
Use a sweet look
Enlarge your sight again and again
Caress your mind
Wisps and inches penetrate and drain out
Borrow Qingzhao’s grasshopper boat to carry my happy waiting
Approach gently You
The sea in that season was so rough
The footprints you once left have been submerged
Just try to round up the squashed dream
But no one told me what capital I used to put the yellowed photos in my chest