In the dream, the trees in the fog, the ice on the lake, the moon at the end.
You hold a boat, hold a small lamp, and your palm is gentle.
There are ripples in the heart, and the peach blossoms are falling from the water,
I'm sure I'll go with you.
Liu Tong said: The boy's dream was shattered, sprinkled with silence, and there was a silent wooden window. In the dream, I still want to believe: root down, then up, you and I can blossom. In the dream, I wore a plain coat, walked against the wind, free like a dandelion, and floated to the place where you were.
That night, holding your hand, in the light moonlight, along the winding path, I got into a boat with silver waves.
"It's beautiful! Where the man is drunk tonight, in his dreams, he shares with him."
Turn your head and suddenly find that you are gone.
A soft whisper, blowing away the halo-encrusted clouds, let the bright moon's heart quietly dissolve into this pool of lake water, and it was so blue and clear under the night.
Shadowy
You can see the willow trees and poplars on the banks of the river
In this green mountain and flowing water where the moonlight and the soul inhabit
That leaf flat boat flowed through my expectant heart....