Standing on the other side of time, I pray that God will make me stand closest to you, even if I can only look foolishly. Pour out the youth of this life. If you're in good health, it's going to be a beautiful spring. I still remember that over the years, warm songs came from unknown places, nourishing my cool heart and saving my absurd years. I love your gentle voice, like happy nonsense. Just like that, I looked at you silently. Time seems to freeze in an instant, freeze-frame, instantaneously eternal. The world is full of beauty, but you are my favorite
Fleeting years have never been forgotten. That beautiful love, above the blue sky, reflects your face, including our whispers and vows, witnessing the romance and entanglement between me and you. Holding a handful of moonlight, next to the broken bridge, drunk on the surface of the Water of the West Lake, a wisp of love gently rippled. The thought of you sitting in the little window of the hallway, that red thrush, I would raise the corners of my mouth. The pond is full of fragrance and poetry. Raise your sword to ask the sky, borrow three inches of heaven, and then hold hands with you to tell your long feelings, add fragrance to the tea, dance together for a long time, and miss the bluestone rain lane we met that year
The smoke and rain tenderness and the qin smoke and rain in Jiangnan Rain Lane surge with wet feelings. Along those shallow footprints, it carries thousands of years of endless acacia, gently embracing a pillow into the dream. In the dream, there is your favorite Jiangnan song, and there is a bright moon in the sky. Together we take advantage of the tranquility and poetry of time. Sweet night, slightly drunk with the agarwood of the years, it turns out that this heart sees through the ups and downs of the world. The night is as cool as water, the lights flicker, and your charm is unstoppable. The barehand painting of the face was dizzying and stained with streamers, which made my thoughts longer and longer. Follow the direction of the wind and look for familiar eyes. I'm fascinated by this. The compassionate Buddha refused to forgive me, saying that I had wasted all my time. For I knew her, as she said, and let me find her in the direction of the wind and accompany her to see the thin stream of water and the green silk stained with white frost. As the sea withers and the rocks collapse, as time comes to an end, explore the breadth of love. Let love grow in every drop of raindrops, bloom in the smoke and rain of Jiangnan in every snowflake, because with you, everything becomes a different fragrance, such as the warm sunshine of winter. Even through the window of time on the porch, you can still see your face, it is still so clear and beautiful. The mountains are high and the water is long. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and still crystal clear. The season I met you was a drizzle spring. I want to be you in this life: Heaven cuts clouds into paper, wields ink in the air, cultivates spring, and no longer wastes time
The floral love field has the most beautiful dream in the world. A feeling of youth reflects the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the dark fragrance wafts. Qingguan returns to dreams. An affectionate pen, love to the extreme. You, who break into my dreams every night, leave sweet spring flowers and become pen blanks in my life, weaving exquisite memories that penetrate into every bit of everyday life. The flowers bloom in another season, experiencing the baptism of wind and rain. Is there a perfect ending? Waiting for thousands of years of love, not afraid of wind and rain, every cause and effect of past lives is exchanged. In this life, can we share the legend of the guzheng with you? Obsessed with this legend, holding a simple pen in his hand, this is another beautiful scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter
Jiangnan smoke and rain can not recall the dust and fragrance of the years. Thoughts in dreams and outside dreams are poems that I cannot give up in this life. Suddenly, the frightened Hong Tian's heart was so unforgettable. A woman will burst into tears every night, but what about me? There is no such right
They all appreciate the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, which is a rich and gentle land. The moon is like jade, the aura is as close as possible, elegant and comfortable. How many talents, how many beautiful women in the Heaven and Earth Cave lit a thousand poems! But in the smoke and rain, the tears and acacias of many men and women withered along with the interstellar fireworks. The scenery in the text is so beautiful, the words are not ancient legends, the words are not abandoned, and life and death depend on each other
Soft you are a timeless memory. Inside the poetic garden of Gangnam, take a spring for you. Gentle as water, at peace of mind, you deserve this eternal beauty and flowing poetry. The tranquil dream tea song sways with an unparalleled Sanskrit sound.