Everyone has had youth, whether it was Yingying learning to sing in primary school, or being careless in middle school, or confused and affectionate in college. Now maybe you are still a student, or maybe you have already joined the workforce. This is a piece of pure land, nostalgic and worth remembering, opening up the past for you and me!
That summer
Green trees and red flowers reflected in the window
Looking back, the two eyes meet
Young man with black hair wrapped around his fingers
Red willow slender waist double cheeks snow
Lover's slope, small grass Jingjing
The tree-lined road, walking hand in hand
Self-study room, cleverly passing letters
On campus, the years are green
Take you into my arms
Bashan Yeyu's words are still there!
Look up at the sky
The flowing shadows of spring fly like arrows
For you, I run fast
Broken bridge, broken flowers, looking at Xizi
Tears falling in the Biyun Stream of Huangshan Mountain
Where we meet, there are light clouds and thin mist
Anger arises, stormy waves arise
When we are separated, mist and rain cover our eyes
long night
Flowers bloom and fall and the wind blows them away
Silhouette dance
It's hard to get rid of lovesickness and leave no room for resentment
Sadness is not there
Still remembering the green field
Houshan Garden
What is passing away is our youth!
It's you and my love
It's also your dream and mine
Decline, decay, decay
Gorgeous, blooming flowers
Do you remember those times?