Walk with love
Just as the years are here, we are traveling together, clouds are locked in fog, and the mountain road is misty. The sound of the piano is melodious, the moss on the steps is heavy, the mature road is light, and the past is quietly twisted. When a young man travels, he is pure and full of enthusiasm. The road ahead is heaven. He runs, scatters of sunshine, green, and there is no sorrow!
Dream of Baishazhou
Look at The Yangtze River The water is vast and the Baishazhou is full of green. That summer, the sky was blue, and the boat carried our cheerful faces. At the beginning of night, stars were dotted in the distance. The reeds are full of thoughts in the wind, like a boy, forgetting time. I have asked about love a thousand times, and I have also asked about the heavens, asking for the fate of this life and the bond of sorrow and joy in the three lives!
The soul of the Yangtze River Bridge
The dream of youth is the most difficult to calm down. The figure of chasing the wind is gradually becoming taller and its wings are gradually becoming richer. I removed the crazy crazy thing of all time, removed the sharp edges of the edges and thorns, melted into the morning light, covered with vicissitudes, and once sang about sadness. When I left, I was beautiful, and when I returned, my hair was white, and the shadows were slender and long under the setting sun.
One leaf knows the autumn thick
The night rain is slightly cool, the red splashes, the garden is begonia , cuckoo is also very beautiful, the plum is like batik , sweet! The dew is thicker and deeper, the remaining red is the old sorrow. It is late in autumn, and there is a song of Guanju across the river. There is joy and sorrow and harmony, and there is love, love, hate and hate!
lotus elf
The reeds in the north are yellow in the long night, and the red beans in the south express their hearts. The moon is half hanging, flowers are half spreading, and the love is deep and you can't sleep. The candles in the west window reflect the curtains, the paper is short and the love is long in the middle of the night, thousands of lines are sent to the distance on the pen and the paper.
Accompaniment and silent
Thousands of lamps, one thought of love, a thousand poems, the seasons of falling cherry blossoms are flying, and I hope the spirit can be connected. The ferry, the bridgehead, the mountain path is the same, and there is only a shadow under the umbrella. A touch of wind in the river, a wrinkled silk shirt, leaning on the railing alone, watching the smoke from the cooking stove winding, and the world is full of fantasy, but this heart is entangled and a delusion arises.
I wish to see it with you for the rest of my life, and the snow in the evening will make you talk about it!
