It's a trip to a foreign land. You should know enough when rubbing the warp. Next year, Xiaomai will be happy, and there will be little Lang Jun at the other end of the mountain. Time. Yellow cooked. Regardless of whipped cream, the dream of youth blooms in reality and is green. Pierce my arm, and only mulberry smoke remains in my grave.
There are thousands of faces, and thousands of promises with perfect destiny are blown into the wind, which makes Yingying's floating clouds regret.
I looked around on Naihe Bridge.
Look at that river, like a stranger, the water flowing through it, the germination of seeds, you will come one day, and it is difficult to find you.
My inscription is full of dead vines and wormwood.
The sick kapok tree ushered in the wind and rain.
I tossed and turned in the coffin. A-mei is waiting to sleep.
There are ups and downs, and they will come one day.
My sensen wrote about the sublimation and sincere love for Chou-heung's sister. No bones left.
A kapok friend, facing each other in the rain, has no direction. Is this without Qiu Si's promise? Or a joke? Mom! face
There is only a piece of loess.
I can't hide * * * I have long forgotten that my former youth gave birth to a puzzling time when I liked astringency and from.
If one day you come.
When I came, I was more like a mouse. Without money, how can such difficulties stop me from holding you in my arms? After giving birth, I'm going to make up my mind for 20 years. Daily necessities, market supply. Sangtian
The sadness on my face is covered with mountain flowers, and I can no longer be a free self.
White makes me indulge in your dress, and my hair is silently immersed in the sunset.
Your sixteen-year-old youth is whispering in the evening breeze.
I disappeared in the chaos and I entered my new life.
Kapok sensen