It's still that kind of weather, with clear skies and the accompanying fragrance of gardenias hanging in the air, so peaceful. I looked up at the corner of the sky. Is there ever your breath, or is this just my simple hope; is it, is there your presence, or is that just my random conjecture. A bitter smile appeared on his face. It's a pity, it's a pity that when I look back, my world is without you.
The red makeup and plain clothes are indescribably enchanting; the majestic mountains and rivers are indescribably heroic. The beautiful figure taking a nap leaning against the building, the detached figure holding flowers and smiling. Do you still remember the laughter by the lakeside of the painting building, the lingering sound of the green mountains and green water? Do you still remember the rustling of the gate in the city, missing for a day, like March.
Resting in the small building, you are dressed in green clothes, talking and laughing, the flowers and trees are dimmed, and the stars are dimmed, like a banished immortal. Zichang said: "I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, and I will never let you down." Now I am at peace, with only the cool breeze and the moon accompanying me. As the years pass by, the flowers bloom and fall,
Ming Xiaoguo, will you still miss my appearance when the spring breeze passes by?