1. There is a voice that middle-aged artists miss more and more. This kind of sound is very wonderful, with color, shape, temperature, and mixed emotional stories. But I can't hear it anymore.
2. After three days, I don't know what meat tastes like in March. This song should only be heard in the sky.
3. In the sound of rain, he grew up, married, and became a father... The old houses in the alleys and the rain became the most strange background of his life. On rainy days, he also told his son those ancient poems about rain, and his studio always had friends coming together.
4. The rain and fog sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl caressing the strings, like a spring silkworm devouring mulberry leaves.
5. At the wharf of love, I burned my boat, afraid that you would miss it in the dark, and I waited with burning heart.
6. Spindle pluck three or two, love comes before melody. The string conceals the sound, sound and thought, as if it tells you that you have no ambition in your life. The low eyebrow letter continues to play the formalities, saying the infinite things in the heart. Slightly gathered, slowly twisted, smeared, and repeatedly picked, it was the last six young people in Nishang at first. The big string is as noisy as rain, and the small string is as intimate as whispering. The big and small pearls fall on the jade plate. It is difficult to swallow the spring under the ice.
7. When I came to the waterfall, I saw the silvery white water pouring down like the old man's white beard. The wind blew in and turned the water into a mist and sprinkled it on my face. It was cool. Several streams of water seemed to be in a hurry. They rushed down and accidentally hit the rock, splashing like flying beads and jade.
8. Think of each day as the end of the day to fall in love. Every minute is so beautiful that tears fall down, regardless of whether others are optimistic or bad. As long as you are brave to come with me, love does not need to be deliberately arranged. It will be very happy to kiss and embrace by feeling. Don't be afraid of being hurt when you enjoy now. We believe that many miracles will exist.
9. Ding Ding Dongdong's night rain sounded the gong of spring ploughing and the drum of sowing.
10. The snowflakes in the air fall gracefully one by one, blooming the peerless beauty and gentleness. It was God who forgot to wash his hair and the dandruff that fell. My dear, I also forgot to wash my hair. But why did the sad white houses with white roofs fall all over the ground? The white birds flew past my years without making a sound. Standing in the snow, they picked up a snowflake and watched it turn into transparent drops, reflecting a tragic white. The whole world was like a luxurious worship.