If you realize what you have done in the past, you have nothing to ask for. Poetic personality signature.
A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
The heavy rain flooded the basin and drowned the sadness. What if I miss the river?
No matter how beautiful the dream is, it will be illusory. It is true to cherish the present.
Teenagers are not crazy, and there are tears in the outside world. My life is very helpless and frivolous.
Heartbroken red cardamom, the east wind lost a night. The bright moon is like a person. Is it like that?
In the dream, Iraqis are charming, but illusory. Beautiful artistic conception signature.
Divine injury: writing new words to solve lovesickness, I don't know how to dance into poetry. In ancient times, there were words of mourning for talented people, but now there are poems of farewell to literati.
The night is cold, my mind is confused, my heart is broken, and my dream is shocked.
Strangers in the sunset are thin horses, nightingales and moon trees are barren sand. Patches of red flowers compete with each other outside the garden, deeply locking the wall flowers in the courtyard.
I don't see your shadow. My heart cooled slightly. It's unbearable.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Deduct a night encounter, who promiscuous with me; Relive that old dream, who will be drunk with me? Poetic personality signature.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.