Never seen you before.
however
I can imagine you.
hardwood
Umbrella canopy
After a thousand years of wind blowing
Drink up the Millennium rain.
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.
But it's a little overflowing.
Tasteless pride
Hide in the mountains
Tender feelings in the years
The mountain wind roared by from time to time.
Knock at the door from time to time
Window lattice of memory
Quiet and peaceful rhythm
dulcet
But there's a hint.
An imperceptible injury
fan blade
It has been air-dried for some time.
take me to
Complex pain
Bookmarks of the years
Slowly open the curtain
Sector memory
purely
But how many?
Bad mark
This is another song:
When I get up early.
A little boy leaning against the fence
Sparrows twittered happily around the tree.
I don't know what this picture is
The leading sparrow fluttered from the top of the tree.
When the birds leave together.
I just found out
Yesterday's apricot tree
Ye Er is turning yellow.
Because there are no apricots on the tree.
A string of orange fruits.
She is just a tree.
Not in a neat row.
So I know she is not the one I have seen.
Miss Xinger.
Through the window that day
Suddenly I found that both sides of Bayi Road became neat and spacious.
They disappeared.
I was shocked-
Where is my Xinger?
She used to wear a fashionable plump green dress.
She used to open her long, soft arms.
She used to laugh happily.
She used to stand on tiptoe.
Give me an oval fruit.
But where is she now?
The apricot tree in front of us is yellow.
There is also a leaf.
I wonder if it's a bird's flying shock.
I still don't like the cheerfulness of birds.
Or the loneliness of the poor little boy
Unexpectedly, I fell behind.