1. Leaning against the porch window, listening to the rain, admiring the swaying branches and vines, letting feelings fly, spreading with affection in my heart, watching Shuang Yan roaring, thinking about heartache, watching lovesickness everywhere, and feeling helpless. Swallows whisper, branches and vines dance slowly, the porch window of the soul slowly opens to you, and thoughts are like drizzle, invading the soul bit by bit, so that the pain of missing will be helpless and tightly wrapped.

Your appearance is like a bright moon, and your heart is like a crystal. They are decorated on my heart curtain and shine every night.

Third, in the late autumn night, in the dead of night, are you still lonely? Watching the bright moon caress you, let the dream linger in your heart, linger and recall like smoke, and rush through the light cold of Yue Hui, gradually blurring into thousands of turns in your eyes. At midnight, I remembered the familiar melody. It used to be your favorite melody. You know there is no moon tonight, only missing, in a row of nights.

I don't know if it's right or wrong to meet you, but I know I'm glad to meet you.

Fifth, the small bridge eaves under the night in the south of the Yangtze River can't read the wilderness of Saibei! Even if you are white clouds and I am black soil, even if you and I look at each other day and night and miss each other, we can only look at each other and miss each other. You will always be in the blue sky, and I will always be in the mountains and rivers.

Baiyun does not understand the mind of black soil, and black soil does not understand the tears of Baiyun. How can you understand the flood in Saibei with the smoothness of Jiangnan? How to experience the lonely smoke in the desert with small bridges and flowing water?