Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Classmate's address book
When graduation broke up,
A classmate record, leaving everyone in the class.
Handwriting, tone and posture
There are also smiling faces with different house numbers.
Since then, the class seats have been rearranged.
Become a contact map,
As a young greeting,
Become a commemorative stamp.
In the future, when today becomes yesterday,
The date and postmark are gone,
Will take me along an alley-like letterhead grid,
Find those strange doors and windows and familiar faces,
And those memories that will never grow up on campus,
Those who stay in the years will never forget that innocence.
graduate
We set sail from here and fly away. How can we forget yesterday when we move towards tomorrow?
Looking back on yesterday's lush years, there are green and fragrant, acquaintance and magnificent treasures.
Today, we shed tears. This is not sadness-this is today's song, we broke up. This is not a loss, but a wealth. It's from a primary school textbook.
You at the same table-Lao Lang
Lyrics: Gao
Will you remember tomorrow?
The diary you wrote yesterday.
Do you still miss tomorrow?
You used to cry the most.
The teacher can't remember.
You can't guess the problem.
Occasionally, I flipped through the photos.
I remember you at the same table.
Who married the sentimental you?
Who read your diary?
Who curled up your long hair?
Who made your wedding dress?
music ...
You used to be very careful.
Borrow half an eraser from me.
You mentioned it by accident.
Like being with me.
It was always blue at that time.
Life always goes too slowly.
You always say graduation is far away.
In the blink of an eye, they went their separate ways.
Who met the sentimental you?
Who comforts you when you cry?
Who read my letter to you?
Who threw it in the wind?
music ...
The past days are over.
I will have my wife, too.
I'll show her pictures, too.
Tell her about your deskmate.
Who married the sentimental you?
Who comforts you when you cry?
Who curled up your long hair?
Who made your wedding dress?
As onomatopoeia