puts layers of passion
on your body
You're standing in a pavilion
between the green shadows of the blue water
with lowered eyebrows and eyes
and a slight smile
**
I want to lean over
and kiss you
to ask you in a quiet voice
who are you for?
For whom are you graceful
I want to pull the branches closer
and gently sniff your
buried secrets
**
Your heart
is hidden in the rippling waves
You have only made your posture in front of the water
a holy writing
and unfolded the gentle softness of your heart
. The softness
The gentle singing
Let the fragrance of poetry
In the half-mu square pond
Gently dense
The noisy square dance accumulates the people's joy
The long queue of the storm troopers witnesses the power of following
Listening to the saxophone, I brushed past them
Alone, I guarded the sea in my heart.
If it is the sea, the tide will rise and fall
If it is the sea, the wind will be calm and the waves will rise and fall
Accustomed to the crowdedness of the world
The sea is still a lonely and beautiful place
Loneliness is the blossoming of a fleeting flower in the middle of the night
Accompanying us with extreme despair
Loneliness is the scent of a flower in the middle of the night. Dissecting our hearts with a crisp calmness
The mind is tormented by temptation
The soul is reborn in the fire
Ideals are like a weed sticking to the seasons
The seasons are the cycle that teaches us so much
We have learned to devour like the sea
Devouring all the injustice in the world
We have learned to accept like the sea
We have learned to accept like the sea. We have learned to accept like the sea
Accept our imperfect life
Summer Tour to Fai's Room (Chen Zi'ang)
The landscape opens up a refined house, and the qin and songs list the feasts of the Brahmins.
People suspect that the white building is a place of enjoyment, and the land is like a bamboo forest.
The pool is a mess of light, and the rock is a jewel of a place.
The color of the sky is now silent, and the moon is a clear spring.
The water pavilion sends Huayin Wang to return to the county (Cen Shen)
The pavilion is late, and the pool is cool, and the wine is not yet full.
The door is closed for the night, and the palms of the immortals lead the horses home.
The lotus leaf hides the fish boat, and the vine flower binds the hairpin of the guest.
The summer heat is over, and the new rain brings the autumn mist.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a journey, I was in the middle of a journey.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid.