Flowers, sleeping quietly, lie in their arms.
People, hitchhiking, humming silently and alone.
Lights, at this moment, burn to illuminate, your loneliness, my thinness.
Cold river, my life, your pulse.
As for me, while walking and reading, I am hazy about this novel about Cher.
It's a long way from home. Stop by car, stop by stop, passengers, passers-by.
The earth was dyed white, and at the end of the streets and lanes, only lights were flashing, and most of them were people. They go home warmly and talk to their loved ones.
Cher, can you stop and enjoy the night?
Although bleak, it is also thrilling.
Am I infatuated, like wandering in amber,
I hope life can be frozen, at this moment,
Looking at the neon lights,
Stepping on the snow,
Humming his own song,
Until your blog.
Cher, lonely, I accompany Cher to make her happy.
Looking up from time to time, I asked loudly, Cher, are you happy?
Don't be lonely, don't be sad, I will accompany you to the last moment.
It is the most beautiful moment when you bloom in the world.
Cold forehead, no cigarettes!
Boss, a box in Zhongnanhai, hehe, thank you.
Cher, look at this smoke wave, rising and merging with you.
Don't be sad, I will burn out your loneliness and your unhappiness.
Let you turn into a trickle and flow in my heart.
Cher, in vain, the whole world is your village. You should be happy, as free and easy as you are.
Cher, it's cold. The whole world is your soul. You should be happy, as you swim so fast.
Cher, are you happy?
I will always accompany, accompany, accompany. ...
Until, Cher, you become happy. ...
amber
Dreams gently shake the waves,
who is it?
Broke my smooth amber.
The moonlight is soft,
Light and heat are scattered all over the floor,
For an instant,
Murder.
Not my happiness,
How do I touch it,
Like my amber,
Coloured glaze color ...
The angel sang an elegy at dusk,
I repeated that voice,
In order to
To find the lost commission.
The wine thief was drunk,
Full of nonsense,
Give me back the amber,
The glazed one.
Heaven smiles,
Look at the barrier of human love,
He laughed at people's cowardice,
Down and out,
He laughed off the joys and sorrows of the world.
Rainstorm,
The one whose petals wet my coat,
Spectacular as it is,
I don't care,
Because of loneliness,
Surrounded me,
And I,
But there is no excuse.
Flowers fall all over the sky,
Full of my shortcomings,
I want to waste these,
But,
There's nothing I can do.
Tossing and turning in dreams,
Who will sleepless tell?
Duke Zhou?
He's too lazy to listen,
Been busy,
Draw the outline of a dream for others.
Give me back the amber,
Why is it broken,
Thrown into the lake,
How am I supposed to find it,
I really don't know,
What are you thinking about?
Hey,
Jing Ke,
It's still on the Yishui River,
Help me,
Pick up my amber,
Thank you.
Oh,
Meteors pass by,
The night sky is mottled,
An old friend drank a lot,
What's the matter,
I can't believe it tore the thread I worked so hard to knit.
Listen,
Vega is in the air,
There is such a distant galaxy between cowherd and cowherd.
haha,
I snickered,
It's not the meteor's fault,
It was the cowherd and the weaver girl who fell in love.
The queen mother's evaluation of them.
Farewell to the end of the year,
Tomorrow's sunset,
The halo was dyed red.
The wine thief is back,
Still persistent,
Give me back the amber,
That's what I once loved,
Without it,
How can I get it back,
That belongs to the happiness she gave me.
Butterflies are flying here,
Flowers are their final result;
To make honey,
To survive.
Ah!
What's the matter, huh?
Glass color,
My amber,
Where have you been?
If you can't find your way home.
The temperature at home,
Do you remember?
This is the coldest time in winter.
Finally understand,
It turns out that life is so weak,
Just want to find the color of my glass,
Well,
Amber.
Beitiantang
It's on the top of the mountain,
Or at the end of the cloud,
On the beach by the river,
Or by the lake,
Dreaming in the middle,
Some people are looking forward to it,
Love is silent,
Others are sad at night. ...
He is studying the piano,
Who is fiddling with the strings,
She sang fishing songs until late at night,
Who paddles and smokes?
A certain frame,
A blurred face,
A thread,
The story of connecting dreams,
Tandem into memory,
String together forever.
There,
Hutian in the north,
With the melancholy of dreams,
Someone's party,
And the warmth of love,
Someone is on the phone.
North paradise,
It is hoped that,
Holding an umbrella alone,
Looking, looking, forever.
Forget me, northern paradise!
Good night, Beijing.
You are a dream of mine, which I drew with a brush.
You are my rainbow, and I doodle with colors.
You are my wind, and I touch it gently with my palm.
You are my touch of affection, I tell you tenderly.
Good night, Beijing. Love is in Beijing, love is in my heart.
Although the road is muddy, I feel honored to find you.
Good night, Beijing. Love in Beijing, love in the morning.
Despite all the difficulties, I will still look for you until the end of the world.
Good night, Beijing. ...
The feeling of eavesdropping on the wind and songs
Both are irritating and regrettable.
Fate is self-defeating, you sigh.
Whispering, who knows how to look haggard,
Away from the desert, loneliness locks bitterness.
Suddenly I heard the bamboo forest, and I was in the middle of the mirror.
Helpless to the world, cut hair into the temple.
Before the gongs and drums in the court, the fallen flowers were buried and burned.
Without a word, the spirit is gone.
Splash ink to make peaches, bend over and spend the next plate,
Branches are scattered, and it is suspected that someone will return it.
Nightmares are like clouds, and memories are everywhere.
It's so late to observe the ups and downs.
The lake reflects the Xiaguan, and the solitary thunder accompanies the geese.
Xie is also the old place, and found a mountain top.
After being released from the grave, he will eventually return to nature.
dream
One dream is graceful, and the other dream is swan dancing.
Three dreams failed, only knowing that Iraqis fell in love in the dream.
This sentence is carried by the handle, and I hesitate to send it to you.
I can't bear to be surprised at midnight, just to write a blog room.
Three dreams come true: yearning for a dream field and irrigation.
Tears burn us, why is it difficult to round up old dreams?
When will Webster's retribution be returned?
Don't forget the paradise of Delibird, where blue feathers are flying and dreaming.
A man still dreams of the ground, and the rising sun reveals his true colors.
Whispering, dreams come true, I dare not steal the day.
Meng Fanhua
A dream sends flowers and smells Penglai Mountain.
Go home and live, may it last forever.
Wandering back and forth, humming along the banks of Songxi River.
Corporal Peach Blossom, I am very happy to know nature.
A flying spring is far away, just like the sky.
It's a pity that the blue waves and flowers are whistling.
Where is the beauty? I never dreamed of it.
Where to find someone? How can one be safe!
The old couch burns incense and lies alone in the dream.
Flowers shine on the full moon, and people can't sleep.
Looking forward to the past life, the original non-immortal.
Back at the foot of the mountain, I feel nostalgic in different ways.
There is only one prosperity, how can it be a person?
Out of the first chapter: funeral
For you, tear up the last memories and piece together the fireworks rain flying all over the sky. For you, bury the past of the next day and play the song of life and death in the ninth city. It was entangled with vines in the16th century, full of thoughts and thorns, and the flowering date lasted for 20 10 breaths. The black wood grain is dense, the carved inscription is beautiful, and the evidence of love is annihilated and ancient, becoming a mystery. Roses draw bloody glass, which is transparent but untouchable. Cigarettes started in the cemetery, and people were about to drip, and they were slowly delivered, and the echoes came one after another.
Chapter II: Bearing
Pick a fragrance and die at night. ...
Looking for a song to tell others that the lyrics are sad. ...
Get an ink boat and dye your dreams. ...
Pay an account and be buried in a previous life.
Flowers bloom under the tomb, white and yellow.
You put on a wisp of incense, who is the chapter broken for?
Out of the third chapter: unscrupulous loneliness
Under jathyapple, a person's prosperity is quiet. Yesterday, the yellow flowers faded in disguise, and I pretended to sleep peacefully, and my ears were still half of the city's smoke. Who are you worried about? How chic is the loneliness in April? Those white hairs, lingering on the cheeks, tell a person's life. A thread in that hand is tangled and messy. Why aren't you afraid? Why do you want to touch your chest to warm the rest? The loneliness of the black tone germinated, leaving only an empty talk, burning sparks and shining in the night.
Chapter 4: Say good night gently.
Say good night softly and let my heart stop beating.
Everything is not important, and the dream is forgotten.
If there is an afterlife, I want to hug you.
Black blood stained with pillowcases, lonely give up growling.
Breathe a dime and you won't see it tomorrow.
Life stops here and looks at the time.
Looking at the dawn of heaven, it's good to leave.
Chapter 5: Locking Memory
The evening breeze advocates that people should stay away. Sunset misty rain wet a person's memory. Looking back at the footprints, sometimes straight, sometimes winding. Whether you can forget, the remaining bits and pieces. Whether we can do it or not, that's when you and I met. Want to forget, want to remember, heart contradictions, staged a scene, there is joy, but it is a tragedy. Walking in the rugged depths of "Arabian Nights", watching the magic of the sunset and looking for the magnificence of the sunset. The lingering thoughts haunt the sunset and fall into a corner of the western hills.
Chapter 6: Fragrance of Sophora japonica (Summer Memorial in Shicheng)
The summer of Shishi is hot and long. I'm tired of this place. I can't find any signs of life. It seems that I should have been born in Jiangnan. Maybe that's my hometown. At this time, this season, this place, I suddenly fell in love with the scenery of the stone market, or should I say that I fell in love with her-the locust tree fragrance of the stone market.
She is very common in Shishi street. Because of her, Shishi is more cool, more beautiful, less hot and less boring. In July, Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom, and the streets and alleys are full of Sophora japonica trees. Large white flowers are densely distributed, which gives people a relaxed and happy feeling, brings a harmonious and calm atmosphere, and suddenly makes the originally bleak world light and active.
The fragrance of Sophora japonica, a static smell, pervades the city. Her fragrance seems to be the soul of the city, bringing spiritual supplies to people and releasing gray memories for the earth.
The wind came slowly, the locust tree swayed with the wind, and the locust tree fell with the wind. On the road, on the road, the shadow of Sophora japonica is everywhere, and the fragrance of Sophora japonica is everywhere. The whole world has become a country of white incense. I hope this wonderful moment will continue, perhaps this is the only happiness I have left in Shishi. ...