You give me a spring.
I send you the fragrance of the four seasons
Life is just a span.
Looking back eagerly on 500 years.
I'll end up dreaming.
There is no trace of heaven and earth.
The years are bright.
Flowers are red and green, and flowers are defeated.
May Fei Ying and Xue Mei are also disabled.
Haze begets sorrow.
Bitter words are short and long.
Why are you so slim?
Xiu Zheng Rong Zhuang
In exchange for indomitable spiritual strength.
the same as before
Shu Lang with a broad mind.
Morning dew and sunset
The end point is the most beautiful front.
For the dream of hard work.
Open the locked heart window
Open the curtain
Let the sun light up the silent room.
Lie down lazily
Fall asleep slowly
Wipe away the backlog of sadness
Wake up
Tian cheng Xiang Rui
Cai Hua yiguang
Keep this beauty.
until the end of time
"Watch" poem 2: Don't let your lover watch.
Don't let people who love you look at you.
Whose journey is this?
Let the people who love you the most turn their thoughts into watchfulness.
Whose journey is this?
Let the person who loves you the most turn love into sadness.
Whose journey is this?
Let the person who loves you the most hold the moonlight outside the window and pray silently in your direction, wishing you health and peace every year.
Whose short message made him (her) in the distance ecstatic and sleepless all night?
Whose short message makes people in the distance watch the direction of your return and look at the bitter' waiting' appearance of passing cars and boats. People from afar please go home often, and don't let watching become a kind of sorrow.
Swallows holding mud nests next door, where is my distant home? Have you set out? Don't leave my watch on you empty.
The green willows on the roadside remind me of your drifting footsteps and your vague back last year.
The night outside the window is stained with silver, which reminds me of your parting whisper.
The grass on the roadside is turning green. Where are the people in the distance? Do you find that I miss you as long as grass?
My love, do you also urge me to send you a blue boat? Do you have no nostalgia for the distant places I can't reach?
People may have to travel thousands of miles through Qian Shan to reach their true self, but one year's missing is more than traveling thousands of miles through Qian Shan, isn't it?
Clear water scares autumn, while wind shakes bamboo and residual wind sweeps away fallen leaves. Is it your return? Gently push the door, and there is no figure, which know is empty joy.
The winter dew is heavy, the moonlight lifts the window, and tears wet the winter clothes.
Get up early in the morning, who is cold and who hurts to get dressed?
Travellers, pack your bags and go home. Don't let the people who love you miss watching, and please don't let the people who love you watch.