The memories that have been sung are damp and long, engraved in the treasure chest of youth , which

Do you mean the story of Bai Time, a classic song by Luo Dayoudu. The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the sun in winter.

Melancholy youth right.

I used to be ignorant of what I thought.

The windmill flows every day in the song of the four seasons.

In the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up year after year.

The story of life and goodbye changes a person.

It was the sentimental youth that was waiting for the first time.

Yellowed photographs, old letters, and faded Christmas cards.

I'm afraid you've forgotten the songs you wrote when you were younger.

The vows of the past are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook.

How many beautiful poems are carved, but after all, it is a puff of smoke.

The story of life and farewell to time changed two people.

It was in that sentimental and tearful youth for the first time.

The distant distance, the dreams of yesterday, and the laughter of the distance.

How far have we traveled to meet again?

I am no longer familiar with the old days, and I have the fanatical dreams of the old days.

It's not the same you used to be, you still have a smile.

The story of life and goodbye changes us.

It was in that sentimental and first reminiscent of youth.

Ah, my cousin is mild.

Do you mean the story of time, Luo Dayou's classic song.

Spring flowers, autumn winds, and winter sunsets.

Melancholy youth, I used to think ignorantly.

The windmill flows every day in the song of the four seasons.

In the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up year after year.

The story of life and goodbye changes a person.

It was the sentimental youth that was waiting for the first time.

Yellowed photographs, old letters, and faded Christmas cards.

I'm afraid you've forgotten the songs you wrote when you were younger.

The vows of the past are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook.

How many beautiful poems are carved, but after all, it is a puff of smoke.

The story of life and farewell to time changed two people.

It was in that sentimental and tearful youth for the first time.

The distant distance, the dreams of yesterday, and the laughter of the distance.

How far have we traveled to meet again?

I am no longer familiar with the old days, and I have the fanatical dreams of the old days.

It's not the same you used to be, you still have a smile.

The story of life and goodbye changes us.

It was in that sentimental and first reminiscent of youth.

Zhang Hanyun - the magic necklace of the princess.