Author: Chinese
(1) Tianzhen is flawless and ignorant, frolicking, and playing to tease the sky. The childlike heart has not picked up the stars, looking forward to the future and chasing dreams.
Intentionally naked to run into the blue sky, fantasies colorful, and contemplation of jade exquisite. The arrogant collision wants to look forward to it, and the mountains and rivers stand magnificently.
(2) The red love is really thin and sorrowful, a lonely lamp, and the night shines like day. Unrequited longing is sad and tearful, and the tears of deep sleep have been clear.
It's hard to complain, it's hard to put away your heart, you hate the dream and plant beans every day. The return period of desire is uncertain, and the intestines are soft and empty.
(3) How long does it take to climb the mountain every day? The sea of love rolls and swallows bitter wine. A curtain of extravagant phantoms, a moment and three autumns.
Every year, I only have my mind left, bowing to heaven and earth, looking up to the sky and praying, obliquely shining on the red world, and tears rippling in my throat.
(4) Hurt lust and lust that has not endened all night, provoked anger and promised, and haunted dreams. I couldn't sleep all night to shine on the jade people, and my original intention was still artesian.
Knowing that he is annoyed, shy and worried, he wants to desire, and the moon in front of the window is crooked. The warblers and birds cry to guard the loneliness, and the smoke clouds are ethereal and roll up their sleeves.
(5) How many buckles are difficult to unravel in the dream, smiling lightly, Shu Yun is wrinkled. Swaying flowers and people go, a heart song is difficult to perform.
The neem tree fruit is not enough, colorful leisure, and the night is forever cursed. Holding hands and guarding the sky, a thousand words of flowers are as old as ever.