The grass will grow next year, and the geese will go home. The spring breeze has blown this year, will my son come back? Bluestone green, bluestone bridge covered with Qingyilang, humming Jinling tune. Whose daughter bowed her head and smiled? Yellow leaves fall this year, year after year. The autumn wind will start next year. Is Madame here? The Yellow River flows yellow, and Huang Niang in the Yellow River City pounces on Huang Die. Who is playing with the knife in the sheath? And my heart seemed to lead at the same time and fell heavily, but my heart didn't fall and was cut off. He just had a bad fall, a bad fall. The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot. The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. It's everywhere, without any decoration. In that spring season, the first thing that broke ground was that he was everywhere without any decoration. That spring season, he was the first to break ground-weeds! In winter, when there is no vitality, I reunite with him. He spread a sad and old life on the land of vast expanse, that is, the metaplasia of weeds! It turns out that weeds have never left us from beginning to end! The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. "God makes adult, in this world, not everything can be measured by reason and interest. It is precisely because of these fools that there are many things called' miracles' in the world. "