Jia Jian curled up in one direction, and I didn't have time to take care of the virtual shadow fleeing around the riverbed!
The quiet water and the undercurrent after an impact made my long-lost thoughts begin to rise.
2. Sadness came to my lonely journey.
On a day without snow, the window lintel dances like a silver scale, and people hug and hibernate like vines.
Set out for the gold mine of love in the dream, and let our plain life become rich and shiny.
3. Her coquetry with an oil-paper umbrella is branded in the trembling fever of my butterfly wings.
The soft wind blew slowly, and the sickle that brushed my chest began to harvest the last crop of plants.
In late autumn, the crickets' calls become stiff, and the smell of our rocking chairs still exists, attracting this season to return to spring again.
Jiangnan, my misty rain paradise!
4. In the morning, I wandered around and looked at it with false comfort. The wealth of a parallel crown, like Leng Yan in the Tang Dynasty, is full of charm.
Robin's cry, like a frog's shadow across Korea. After the fish sank to the bottom of the water, the pond was silent.
Sunset smeared the ridge, and the soft Ma Ying began to grow old. I saw a leaf lose its weight when it fell.
5. Mountain breeze, gently sneak into her charming brow bone.
This time last year, we shuttled through the orange forest behind the house, listening to the roar of cicadas. It's still messy when you cut it.
After grazing, the sheep escaped from the wolf's mouth and ran wildly. I decorated my whip string with bone cymbals, throwing out the rich fragrance of diamond poplars.
6. Sunset in the desert, walking in the sky. The dark clouds rustled away and the air was filled with bursts of sadness.
When the grapes are ripe, we take a bunch of fingerprints on the vines. The deep drunkenness in the west has hatched beautiful years.
When we see the eagle, we have to associate it with a kind of free and easy flight, which briefly flies over the top of the snow-capped mountain, and flies away like a lightning bolt.
7. Lonely camel, disappearing ink spots in the sand sea, ethereal passing after freehand brushwork painting.
It was the same gust of wind that awakened the village as deep as the mystery of the ancient road. The kindness in full bloom in my soul releases a signal similar to growth.
It's raining, and the feeling of dark light is gone. At this time, Jin Ju began to bloom, dandelion began to bloom.
At this moment, our cheerful mood began to bloom.
8. A gust of wind brushed my chest and took away some inexplicable sadness.
The crescent moon hangs on my bald head and begins to move towards a round day. When we are in the starry sky, there are only a few dancing shadows behind us.
Small bridge flowing water, drifting into love.
Bypassing the corridor full of peonies, I screamed and became a spring letter to revive the dust.
A gust of wind brushed my chest, and I felt a slight pain!