Flowers in the dust
In summer's regret
In the sigh of the wind
The heart and the land suffer together.
Five flavors of melody
Flip helplessly
Attachment is endless.
My hand is in the wind.
Reach out to you again
The kind of words that must not stop.
Like pomegranate cracking
ferment
sweet
The breeze blows intermittently.
Swaying sad parting
You dare not look me in the eye.
Wave your hand.
Go deep into
In the crimson autumn sunset
Unforgettable reluctance
Eye contact from the moon to the sky.
Kiss you and leave your back.
My chest is full of worries.
Open your heart to your footsteps.
Draw your reflection in the sunset.
Let my hair spread like a weeping willow.
Parallel to dusk.
two
You have become a distant landscape.
I'm in the red ribbon you gave me.
I want to stand for thousands of years.
Too much to talk about.
Facing the empty dusk
Always write about the expectation of germination
The soul holds a lamp.
Walk out of the wilderness together
That narrow road has no end.
whether or not
I lost myself.
The hopes and aspirations of the Millennium
Became the weight of today.
my heart
Will it be endless?
Carrying a sour picture without words.
Like Atlas carrying the earth.
After you left, when every almond was crying.
I once moved mountains with the ambition of Yugong.
Move to a mountain with four eyes growing relatively.
But it's all because of the fluttering red ribbon.
And poems on eyelashes in rainy season.
Deep pain
I found the most appropriate metaphor when climbing the grid.
There are only tears and sadness when we break up.
Make the pen in your hand cry so much.
A feeling of being inseparable.
Write about you and write about me.
River of years
Cut off the road to the distance
I can't find the coast dyed green at the age of twenty.
Not going anywhere.
Return to the vastness
Never.
Swim near you
Shan shui Yao Yao
Think of yiyi
Waste your time.
Niannianchuncao