The innocent age of calla lily
The original color of the heart
The sound of saving love
Be loyal and self-controlled.
Not to mourn the soul
wait for
Lift a skirt
Shyness is a sign of spring water.
Lightweight and flexible
Just for the color of the feathers.
Purple knot mandarin duck love
Calla lily men are prone to philandering.
Because men can't stand the temptation
Women change their minds easily.
Because women can't stand loneliness.
therefore
With many promises.
Look at the calla lilies by the water.
And know how to remain loyal.
Without a trace of dirt.
Why are there so many relationships?
It's often just a pleasure.
For a living,
There must be something more meaningful.
such as
Explore a direction for the soul
Or visit the mountains and rivers in your heart.
Looking back at calla lilies, the sound of horses barking disappeared.
There is no dust in the hoof.
Colorful flowers compete for beauty and shame,
Coagulation window three times a day.
I don't know,
Let your love take its time;
I don't know,
Let your feelings float.
What time?
You can really give up your regrets.
What time?
Let go of the long-standing persistence.
Huge green umbrella,
Read distant thoughts.
How can you forget to comfort:
That spring and autumn heart lamp.
Looking back at this soft photo,
Light and heavy ridicule cold and warm.
Goodbye?
Still missing?
A white calla lily brings a pure encounter.
Your light skirt ignites romantic thoughts,
Your long stamens show beautiful firmness,
Although you are not as expensive as a peony, although you are not as enchanting and warm as a rose.
However, I like your simplicity and splash.
I miss your persistence, which is unique.
I like your purity better than white as snow.
I love your fragrance, sweet and elegant.
When the breeze blows over your figure, you shyly pull down your skirt.
You are afraid of blowing through your skirt;
When the rain kisses your cheek, you gently raise your mouth.
Tears glistened on his face.
In my dream, you broke into my world and made love with you all the way.
When I woke up, you caught my eye and accompanied your harp.
When I read it, you combined my poems and sang with you.
Listen, you are addicted to my thoughts and have met you for a thousand years.
In that romantic and poetic sea of flowers,
Against your indescribable rhythm,
When you fully show your beautiful face,
Pass on your tenderest secret.
See you gently shake, pity your heart like a lotus.
A lotus of dreams, with your dancing skirt looming,
A handful of fleeting years, with my staggered eyes, gradually precipitated.