If you have too many complaints
Fall on a man who dares to move forward
Why do people degenerate so easily?
Please turn on the TV and have a look
How many people are working bravely for their lives?
We are not satisfied.
Even if not all of them should be cherished.
You will remember that this family is the only castle as the river continues to flow to Daoxiang.
When he was a child, I knew the smile of dreams.
Don't cry, let you escape from this country, and shine with the song of a firefly forever.
You have returned to a beautiful starting point.
Don't give up as easily as I said.
Irretrievable dreams, dreams that don't change
I painted my first love life with bright colors, just like colors.
Laughter has nothing to do with its purpose
Happiness is happiness that makes his name meaningful.
The childhood paper plane finally flew back to me now.
Happily, the so-called barefoot dragonfly is tired of chasing in the field.
Picking fruit was stung by a bee, afraid of who would give it a smile.
I handcuffed the scarecrow and fell asleep singing in the wind.
Ee Chongming played the guitar more clearly in the afternoon.
When the sun shines on the road, my heart is not afraid.
Even if not all of them should be cherished.
You will remember that this family is the only castle as the river continues to flow to Daoxiang.
When he was a child, I knew the smile of dreams.
Don't cry, let you escape from this country, and shine with the song of a firefly forever.
You have returned to a beautiful starting point.
If you have too many complaints about the world.
If you fall, you dare not go on.
Why should people be so fragile and degenerate?
Please turn on the TV and have a look.
How many people are working hard and brave for their own lives?
Should we be content?
Cherish everything, even if you don't
Remember when you said home was the only castle?
As the Daoxiang River continues to flow
Smile at childhood dreams, I know.
Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away.
Rural ballads are always relied on by people.
Go home, back to the original beauty.
Like I said, don't give up easily.
If you can't catch up with your dreams, change.
Make your life full of color.
Draw love in your favorite color first.
Smile. Success is not the goal.
Make yourself happy. This is the meaning.
Childhood paper airplane
Now finally fly back to my hands.
The so-called happiness
Tired of chasing dragonflies barefoot in the fields.
Stealing fruit was stung by a bee.
Who's snickering?
I fell asleep by the scarecrow blowing the wind and singing.
Oh, in the afternoon, the guitar is more crisp in the sound of insects.
Oh, the sunshine on the road is not afraid of heartbreak.
Cherish everything, even if you don't
Remember when you said home was the only castle?
As the Daoxiang River continues to flow
Smile at childhood dreams, I know.
Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away.
Rural ballads are always relied on by people.
Go home, back to the original beauty.
Blue and white porcelain
The embryo outlines the blue-and-white brush strokes that turn from thick to light.
Tone levels are slightly bleached on the ivory base to outline the pattern.
The peony depicted on the bottle is like your first makeup.
And the peony painted on it is as delicate as when you are at your peak.
I know Ran Ran sandalwood through the window.
The fragrance of sandalwood penetrated into the window and easily opened my heart.
The pen on the rice paper is half here.
I might as well stop writing and leave half on rice paper.
Glaze color rendering the charm of female figure is hidden.
Its bright glaze color shows the charm of ladies and is kept as a private collection.
You smile like a bud.
However, your bright and gentle smile is like a flower in bud.
Your beauty has gone where I can't go.
It is so beautiful that it spreads all over my body, beyond my collection.
Koi fish, with white flowers and blue color, jumped to the bottom of the bowl.
The herring leaped at the bottom of the porcelain bowl.
I miss you when I copy my signature.
When I signed, you jumped into my mind.
The secret you hid in the kiln for thousands of years.
You are like the art of making porcelain, which has been a mystery in the kiln for thousands of years.
Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.
And exquisite, like exquisite embroidery.
Outside the curtain, plantains cause showers and knockers cause verdigris.
Outside the curtain, banana leaves stirred up a shower, and the knocker stirred up copper green.
I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River and made you angry.
I caught your attention when I led the way through Jiangnan town.
In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden in the depths of ink.
Now, your face fades in and out in my splash-ink painting from time to time.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
The clear sky darkens its light to the edge of the horizon, expecting the great blur of fog and rain. I am longing for you.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys spans thousands of miles across the river.
The smoke from the kitchen rose high, and we were far apart on both sides of the fast-flowing river.
At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty.
I can only imitate the elegance of ancient calligraphy at the bottom of the bottle.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
Set foot on the road to your world.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Heaven is looking forward to fog and rain, and I am longing for you.
The moonlight was salvaged, dizzy.
The moonlight shed ripples, and the story ended.
Like blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times, you are as beautiful as a fairy, with a beautiful smile.
Just like the beautiful porcelain handed down from generation to generation, your smiling eyes are always with me.
Thousands of miles away
The eaves are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the sea, and I am waiting for Yan to return.
The eaves erected high are opposite to the outside world, and the windmill sounds low tide. I am waiting for you day and night.
Time is arranged to play an accident, and you walk away quietly.
Without a goodbye, you walked past me and everything disappeared behind you.
The story can't be separated from the fog outside the city.
Our story begins in a distant wilderness; The dim air stifles all the words and passions in your eyes.
You can't hear that the wind doesn't exist. I feel it.
Then I let out a sigh, and you always regard it as a wind that just passed by.
Who wakes up and opens the window sill?
The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
After my roaming dream flew away, our fate was revealed, leaving me with infinite fear of the pale future without my tight grip.
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
Goodbye, my girl, but you never say goodbye.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
The distance between us is getting farther and farther, which keeps eternity away from our sight.
I sent you away from the end of the world Is the New Year still there?
Goodbye, my girl, will you stay here forever?
Where does the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.
The melody coming from afar doomed the separation of you and me all my life.
A glass is white and transparent dust, and your flawless love.
Wearing pure and bright clothes, you made me believe that your love would never lie.
You came from the rain and poeticized your sadness. I am wet now.
When you appeared, raindrops fell, followed by sadness, leaving countless tears for me to alleviate my fears.
Lotus is fishing on the water, especially when you don't come back.
How I miss the day when you picked lotus in the twilight. You never came back with that lonely boat.
Covered by years, the flowers you mentioned have gone blank.
Time took away every petal and tide, and all that passed was emptiness and heartfelt crying.
Who wakes up and opens the window sill?
The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
After my roaming dream flew away, our fate was revealed, which filled me with infinite fear of my pale future without you hugging me tightly.
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
Goodbye, my girl, but you never say goodbye.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
The distance between us is getting farther and farther, which keeps eternity away from our sight.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Goodbye, my girl, will you stay here forever?
Where does the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.
The melody coming from afar doomed the separation of you and me all my life.
Hair like snow.
I drank my cup and snow.
A crescent moon, cold and gray,
When my beautiful lady is getting haggard
The cup in my hand,
Rain all kinds of snow and wind.
Who knocked over the old cupboard and caused the dust?
Who messed up my previous life?
Arouse dust and sadness?
How many times have you been reincarnated Can't call back the eyebrows and cry.
Our fate has been written down,
No matter how many times it turns.
You frowned.
Cry for the beauty of time passing by.
Even if history has turned to dust, I can't love it.
Even if history turns to ashes
My love will never die.
Prosperous as three thousand flowing water, I only take a spoonful of butterflies that only love and understand your incarnation.
Among the thousands of people rushing eastward.
I only remember one scoop.
Be obsessed with butterflies
Flapping your afterlife.
You are as beautiful as snow. Who was touched by my burning incense when I left?
Hair flutters, snowflakes fall,
Parting needs beauty and sadness.
Whose heart was touched when incense was burning?
Invite the bright moon, make memories bright, and make love perfect in the moonlight.
Invite the moon to light up the past,
Complete, bright, love will last forever.
You shed tears like snow, and I am waiting for an old man.
Your hair flutters with the falling snow.
Shed hot tears
Who is getting old while I'm waiting?
In the drunken years of the world of mortals, I carved a monument to love you forever without regret.
Slightly drunk is the world's red dust;
"No regrets" is a memorial engraved in my heart.
Chrysanthemum stage
Your tears are shining. With pain. Your tears are fragile and hurt.
The crescent moon hangs in the past and the pale moon hooks in the past.
Too long a cold night turns into frost, and too long a night freezes into frost.
Who froze in despair on the tower? Who is cold and desperate in the attic?
Raindrops beat gently on the crimson window pane. Raindrops beat gently on the scarlet window.
My destination is written on paper that flutters with the wind. My life was blown to paper by the wind.
Distant dreams rise like incense dreams and become a wisp of incense in the distance.
It is your image that melts into the night, and your face floats with the wind.
Chrysanthemums cover the autumn crying to the ground.
The trace of your smile, your heart is empty now, and your smile turns yellow, which is heartbreaking.
My thoughts rest quietly. The north wind blows, and my thoughts wander quietly in the north wind.
Before dawn, your shadow is clear and close, the night is still young and your shadow is still cutting.
My soul's only companion on the lake, a pair of mirrors left me alone on the lake.
In the evening, flowers that are still in the air fall brilliantly.
A fate that is hard to swallow is sad. Don't cross the river. The dying world is a sad fate.
Your heart will sink and split in two.
You can't reach the other shore if you drown in the dragon, for fear that you will never be able to go ashore and shake.
His mountains and rivers echoed with the frantic noise of horseshoes.
My armor was torn apart by the minute, and my uniform roared with vicissitudes.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter.
Your eyes are slender and soft, weaving the right of sadness. You sigh softly all night and feel blue.
So fragile, so stingy, so euphemistic
Chrysanthemums cover the autumn crying to the ground.
The trace of your smile, your heart is empty now, and your smile turns yellow, which is heartbreaking.
My thoughts rest quietly. The north wind blows, and my thoughts wander quietly in the north wind.
Almost at dawn, your shadow is so close to the night and still young, and your shadow continues to cut.
My soul's only companion on the lake, a couple, reflected that I was alone on the lake.
Chrysanthemums are covered with chrysanthemums in the cool air at night.
The trace of your smile, your heart is empty now, and your smile turns yellow, which is heartbreaking.
My thoughts rest quietly in the north wind, my thoughts flow quietly in the north wind, and the chaos at night is still young.
Almost so close to your shadow, your shadow keeps cutting.
My soul's only companion on the lake, the two of us left me alone on the lake.