When I poked my head out of my mother’s arms, I felt the pain
Love makes me grow like crazy. Begin to be intoxicated and linger
Tears are crystal dewdrops, and the days are full of suffering
Green and astringent stand in a row. There are also secrets
On the branches, in the forest, silently
Taking care of oneself, pain and happiness
The distant mountains sell emptiness, sweetness The world
The world is full of affection, if there is or not
Flowers
Living on the temples of the beauty, there is a peerless beauty
Strong affection No packaging required. Sleeping soundly in someone's arms
Look, I'm in the garden, I'm on the embankment
A kiss among the white clouds under the blue sky
Sometimes, with Butterfly Dance together
Every drop of juice flows, the fragrance
In winter, everything is hidden by snowflakes
Light the fire and bloom on the dancing branches
Rain
A drop of tear is a legend, accompanied by clouds
Higher than the blue sky. On the seaside, the treetops
and the sound of distant wheels. Sending someone else's eyes
Accompanied by music, how sad
Every time I visit Jiangnan, there is always a sentimental oil-paper umbrella
The sorrow of a lilac
In the wind, in the alley, slowly falling
Apricot blossom rain
The silk and satin are colorful, the bride’s wedding dress
Fluttering like a fairy. Lingering in the world and beauty
Meeting Jiangnan, patina and door knockers
Embroidered shoes are an ancient footstep. Knocking on the slate
There is a scholar under the white scarf, with sad eyes
Planting loneliness in the corner of the alley. Counting Feihong every time
Rows of fallen heroes, clutching their hearts
What are they talking about? An old man in the dark night
Playing the harmonica, grabbing a handful of green leaves, burying the moonlight