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1) Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

Haizi. From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.

2) Generation.

-Gu cheng. The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light.

3) Lost.

North. Whistle along the pigeons.

I'm looking for you.

The high forest blocked the sky.

On the trail. A lost dandelion.

Lead me to the blue-gray lake.

In a slightly shaky reflection.

I found you.

The unfathomable eye.

4) Farewell Kangqiao - Xu Zhimo.

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of Kangqiao, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's the parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

5) Out of context. Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view.

Look at the view and watch you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your window.

You decorate other people's dreams.

Farewell Kangqiao --Xu Zhimo.

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of Kangqiao, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's the parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

The last summer.

The sky is blue, and the fragrance of gardenias wafts in the wind.

We waved goodbye in the summer wind.

Say goodbye and cherish.

The sad breath is overwhelming.

This parting, we spent three years as a foreshadowing.

In the last summer, hold your hand tightly.

Count every splendid day that has passed.

Over and over again, so I cried and laughed at the past, and replayed it in my heart.

We, the hook promised, forever.

But why do you still have tears in your eyes?

Those tacit moments.

Those beautiful vows that will never be abandoned.

Those heart-to-heart friendships.

Is it all going to end this summer?

Many years later, we will be on a similarly cool, summer night.

Open the yellowed commemorative book.

All handwriting will be blurred.

There was only the gardenia that we added to the booklet.

It still retains the last scent of this summer.