Warm dreams and old songs

Dream in deep lane

You are in my heart

The wind blew off the red wax.

Since ancient times, empty feelings have been superfluous.

Laugh this year and laugh next year.

Wind and rain meander in the desert.

Hair inch by inch, fingers soft.

Mambu Fan Hua Street sa

Forgive me for asking about the sadness and loneliness in the world.

Wait, spring blossoms.

Iraqi people smile and get drunk in Chang 'an.

Deep courtyard empty lane locked for thousands of years

Floating life without rest @

Whose singer broke the stringed instrument?

Half-life melancholy only stops for you.

Where are the tearful Iraqis?

The crescent moon soothes people's hearts

Butterflies cannot fly over the sea.

-I like people who complain.

Memories hold hands with youth and do my best.

Eyes to the wound.

Brewed peaches and plums in the breeze and bright moon

Green smoke and cold

The hymn sounded and the Iraqis left.

Singing songs, painting eyes and singing Changqing.

Plain as water.

The light of feathers escapes