Maybe
is the dewdrop that flashes from the grass
start one by one
This is
A beautiful scenic mountain
But there is a group of people
When they look at them, turn and leave
Oh,
Whose shouts are dotted in the mountains?
However, because of the taste of longing
Still with the rhythm of Tang poetry and Song lyrics
Maybe it blurs the vision
imitates a kind of thrush tender singing voice
but natural
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Arrival before winter
with a magical and ancient confusion and love
one by one persistently pursued dream
one by one, lovesickness and yanming
one by one, polishing
but
carved the heart into
A romantic sentiment and a way of pace
And the cycle of the annual rings may be the direction of the year
Alas
End of the road
Separate the early morning and dusk encounter
Another white cloud hanging on the top of the mountain
Maybe because it is divided one by one
Then
There is only one flower
Mind it, and I will never go anywhere
Thinking about it only you
A kind of clearly visible Autumn fragrance
One by one in the mountains
One by one in the mountains
Love it much
