The moonlight released the white of the ground, trance eyes, I pushed the window open, and the cool breeze blows on the face, rising. Tonight, moonlight provoking nostalgia, it is a sleepless night. I do not know whether the moonlight dim the line of sight, or tears blurred my eyes, I can not see the front, but I know, that is the direction of the hometown, know by heart your. Dream of the south of the Yangtze River, meet with the mountains and rivers, meet with the misty rain terrace, listen to the wind and listen to the rain. I would like to be a little fish in the long river to protect the city. From the poor mountains to the water, it flows through the spring, summer, autumn and winter. Listening to the war songs of the boatman, the ancient rhyme of a chamber seems to have crossed the ages and melted into the ear and awakened the vicissitudes of history. The green riverside grass told me all the sweet words of yesterday's lovers, who could not understand the meaning but felt very happy. I just want to follow the current, pass through the spring and autumn, kiss the summer, hope for a first snow, even if only seven seconds of memory, also feel good value. Dream a day South of the south, looking forward to a day old people return. Dream of rain, hazy misty rain, blurred childhood memories, moonlight salvage the past, only remember you the most true. That kind of drizzle, always love and wind lingering, and like a lover to send happiness. I love the rain, and I love to hold a pan green oil paper umbrella, through the rain alley, with a lilac like sorrow, listen to the dripping rain, and heartbeat coincide. I don't want to look for that person. I come from the moon and enjoy some leisure and elegance. The heart of the tide, I do not know that the pavilion and the white lotus, can all be good, I do not know the wind and rain will be good to it, a little worried, but more anxious to be washed after the wind and rain, the pure, refreshing heart. All of a sudden, I was so sad. Why did the Notre Dame white lotus and the green tea become a secular tone? I wanted to turn a blind eye. All right, I just keep my southern rain and keep it clean. Standing outside the pavilion, the ancient road, green grass and green. In the evening breeze, the setting sun is red, and your face is warm. You ask with red face. When will it return? In my eyes, I knew Li Shangyin's sorrow at last. He asked if he had no time to return. Vaguely remember, your mouth is smiling, saying goodbye and not crying, but do not know how to conceal the tears from the eyes. Only saying that the sand is blows and blows is good. The mountain peaks are standing in front of me. They seem to block my way. The car is crawling slowly. I also hope that I will never walk out of the land. At that time, the mountain also showed clear water, and the birds were still fragrant. The sky was also high and clouds were floating. I knew that I would come back for the beautiful scenery and for the people who left the city. Once hand in hand through the place, already fixed into a beautiful, hidden in the center of the dream, has become the source of a dream. I can't forget the water in that mountain, but I can't forget the beautiful woman. I'm looking forward to my wings and back to you. I want to go hunting for plum blossoms and holding a winter plum, so that you don't have to be too cold in winter to have your own fragrance and spit your own fragrance. My hometown, the mountain and the water, and the bamboo forest, are silent. I know that you are meditating and when your children are coming back. You don't cry, the winter rain is wet and cold, in the plum blossom strange pain, in the outside I also miss you, like a bird from the cage, want to hurry home, accompany you through the cold to usher in the new spring, and then say a blessing to you. I could not find the reason why I could not find the reason for happiness. I was eager to succeed, but I also wanted to have a healing place when I was tired at night. It was too far away from you, and it was still not seen. Your big arms, how many strangers, they are addicted to your beauty, drunk on your show, how many soft feelings are hidden in a small bridge, and how much warm and moist the old street is in the corner of the old street, and I can realize that it is your deep love. I set my return to see you a tree in the coming year.
The moonlight released the white of the ground, trance eyes, I pushed the window open, and the cool breeze blows on the face, rising. Tonight, moonlight provoking nostalgia, it is a sleepless night. I do not know whether the moonlight dim the line of sight, or tears blurred my eyes, I can not see the front, but I know, that is the direction of the hometown, know by heart your. Dream of the south of the Yangtze River, meet with the mountains and rivers, meet with the misty rain terrace, listen to the wind and listen to the rain. I would like to be a little fish in the long river to protect the city. From the poor mountains to the water, it flows through the spring, summer, autumn and winter. Listening to the war songs of the boatman, the ancient rhyme of a chamber seems to have crossed the ages and melted into the ear and awakened the vicissitudes of history. The green riverside grass told me all the sweet words of yesterday's lovers, who could not understand the meaning but felt very happy. I just want to follow the current, pass through the spring and autumn, kiss the summer, hope for a first snow, even if only seven seconds of memory, also feel good value. Dream a day South of the south, looking forward to a day old people return. Dream of rain, hazy misty rain, blurred childhood memories, moonlight salvage the past, only remember you the most true. That kind of drizzle, always love and wind lingering, and like a lover to send happiness. I love the rain, and I love to hold a pan green oil paper umbrella, through the rain alley, with a lilac like sorrow, listen to the dripping rain, and heartbeat coincide. I don't want to look for that person. I come from the moon and enjoy some leisure and elegance. The heart of the tide, I do not know that the pavilion and the white lotus, can all be good, I do not know the wind and rain will be good to it, a little worried, but more anxious to be washed after the wind and rain, the pure, refreshing heart. All of a sudden, I was so sad. Why did the Notre Dame white lotus and the green tea become a secular tone? I wanted to turn a blind eye. All right, I just keep my southern rain and keep it clean. Standing outside the pavilion, the ancient road, green grass and green. In the evening breeze, the setting sun is red, and your face is warm. You ask with red face. When will it return? In my eyes, I knew Li Shangyin's sorrow at last. He asked if he had no time to return. Vaguely remember, your mouth is smiling, saying goodbye and not crying, but do not know how to conceal the tears from the eyes. Only saying that the sand is blows and blows is good. The mountain peaks are standing in front of me. They seem to block my way. The car is crawling slowly. I also hope that I will never walk out of the land. At that time, the mountain also showed clear water, and the birds were still fragrant. The sky was also high and clouds were floating. I knew that I would come back for the beautiful scenery and for the people who left the city. Once hand in hand through the place, already fixed into a beautiful, hidden in the center of the dream, has become the source of a dream. I can't forget the water in that mountain, but I can't forget the beautiful woman. I'm looking forward to my wings and back to you. I want to go hunting for plum blossoms and holding a winter plum, so that you don't have to be too cold in winter to have your own fragrance and spit your own fragrance. My hometown, the mountain and the water, and the bamboo forest, are silent. I know that you are meditating and when your children are coming back. You don't cry, the winter rain is wet and cold, in the plum blossom strange pain, in the outside I also miss you, like a bird from the cage, want to hurry home, accompany you through the cold to usher in the new spring, and then say a blessing to you. I could not find the reason why I could not find the reason for happiness. I was eager to succeed, but I also wanted to have a healing place when I was tired at night. It was too far away from you, and it was still not seen. Your big arms, how many strangers, they are addicted to your beauty, drunk on your show, how many soft feelings are hidden in a small bridge, and how much warm and moist the old street is in the corner of the old street, and I can realize that it is your deep love. I set my return to see you a tree in the coming year.