Meeting turned out to be such a beautiful thing. Acacia has also become a dream poem.
Since then, I have never forgotten it. Although I can't get along with you day and night, I can't miss you blatantly. I can only hide you in the corner of my heart, the most precious place.
Never said I miss you, but I miss you all the time.
Day, night. In the wind and rain. Time is long, time is rushing, my face is vicissitudes, my gentleness is still the same, and my deep thoughts for you have never changed.
Now that we meet, it's you in the morning and you in the evening. Compose a song of high mountains and flowing water, and your bosom friend is hard to find. After parting, the song is over and the night is not over.
Tell it straight, and the paper is full of acacia. One stroke at a time, depicting beautiful memories. Page after page, all the customs of the past.
Spring breeze blooms like the sea, and I miss you in the depths of prosperity.
The sun is warm, the ice and snow are rivers, and I will wait for you by the spring.
There are green flowers all over the mountains, and I miss you in the wind.
A misty rain filled the whole city, and I waited for you in the rain.
Never thought, meet once and miss a lifetime. Go for a ride with you and miss you all my life.
You are here, I am here, and there is hope for the years. Because of you, the poetry once lost in the world of mortals has been picked up again. Looking at flowers is poetry, looking at trees is poetry, looking at flowers is you, looking at trees is you.
What a pity if I didn't meet you in this life. I have fantasized in countless places that I want to blow with you and linger in the mountains and rivers. Listen to the rain with you and walk in Qingshi alley.
Think about the way you walk in the wind and your clothes flutter. It's absolutely beautiful.
I can't help thinking of you when I hear the familiar melody. When you see a wonderful passage, you will think. Seeing a back that looks like you, you will look at it again and again.
It's been a long time. I haven't forgotten anything.
After the prosperity, there is red everywhere. Full of melancholy, nowhere to tell. How many tears, how many laughs, how many loneliness, how many laments.
Looking back suddenly, there is no rain or shine in the bleak place. Who walked through my dream and waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud? who is it? Owe me a past life and promise me an afterlife. It's just that this life is separated from the ends of the earth
However, I don't know who you are or where you are. ...