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Winter's Fairy Tale

The first snow fell on my shoulder.

Go deep into the heart of the snow.

Green. Sudden.

A sentence suddenly came to mind.

It's spring when the snow melts.

Like a snow falling on my shoulder.

Like a hexagonal cream cake.

Like a little hummingbird.

fluttering white feathers.

Jerked. Be emerald by the singing of birds.

Stumbled. The white splendor is being refracted at this moment.

on my heart. In the cold winter.

Snow is the most lively festival for me.

There were white silent fires.

The name of a flower in winter.

The name of a flower in winter.

In the palm of December.

Waiting for the thaw in the air.

In that city covered in snow and ice.

Like a mass of fragrant paint.

Those petals that breathe softly.

Bright yellow, lake blue, bright white.

There are pictures in the dark night.

I am looking for a small lantern of spring.

Ice-like black soil.

There is still a name for a brightly colored flower.

Embroidered on a high erected tail.

Between the wind and rain, the falling flowers are colorful.

The whole snowfield is running.

Every time. When colliding with sunlight.

The name of this gentle flower.

They are like saucer wings of broken gold.

Passing over my head, I was shining.

It's minus a few degrees, so it's a cool bloom.

In a shy way.

Intoxicates me. And I, puffing on the fire.

The warmth of my heart.

Also in a shy way.

Singing with the flowers.

In winter, I write a poem.

In winter, I write a poem.

Make rhetoric with the breath of a tree.

Write in the secret language of the sparrow.

Title with snow wings.

It must be white, draped in mist.

The wind was heavy and light.

Night through thin cities.

Be the empty melancholy of the suburbs.

Hold it to your chest. If my poems.

Falling in a field full of pear blossoms.

I'll be annotating for many days.

The sigh of those flowers.

If my poems fall on the old hills.

But there was nothing to say.

And the people from afar.

It's like asking you.

Would you like to fly with my poems?

And hold me tight.

Let me affectionately call you "Captain, my captain." ”

Let's go to Neverland and be a crazy boss.

Our props are:

The lagoon of merfolk, the cave of beasts.

The trumpets of the Indians and the bow and arrows of Robin Hood.

There, we love the love of children.

In winter, I write a poem.

Use the application of the pigeon as a rhetoric.

Use the sound of a baby's laughter as a text.

Title with the glow of fireflies.

I'm so tired that it took me twenty minutes to finally finish the fight) I hope it's okay.

Clear and bright. During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot.

Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is.

The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

1) Bird rondo.

Come on, summer, with your soft sunshine.

Attack the snowy weather and escape the long, dark night!

O St. Valentine, the birds are singing for you, and you sit high in the clouds with a crown of flowers:

Come on, summer, with your soft sunshine.

Attack the windy and snowy weather.

Those birds have a reason to sing from time to time, because they find a mate in the bushes.

Ah, how happy and sweet they sing when they wake up:

Come on, summer, soft sunshine.

Attack the snowy weather and escape the long, dark night!

2) To a friend.

If you don't stand up, you won't fall.

What's more, we're going to wander the world.

The fall is a memorial.

Remembrance is a warm flower.

Look for what the sun, moon and stars are.

Trekking is divided into spring, autumn, winter and summer.

That's how we joined hands.

Go, go, go.

You say, when you see the sea.

You'll laugh comfortably.

Yes, yes, yes.

Our laughter can hold the clouds.

But I don't know.

When we want to laugh.

Could it be that tears flowed down the cheeks.

3) Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley".

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, lamenting in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silently.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by like a dream, like a dream, as miserable and confused as a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

3) Heavenly Market.

In the distance, the street lights were bright, and it seemed to be shining with countless stars. The stars in the sky appeared, as if lit by countless street lamps. I think there must be a beautiful market in the misty sky.

Some of the items on display in the market are certainly rare things that are not found in the world. You see, the shallow heavenly river must not be very wide. I think the cowgirl across the river will be able to ride the cow to and fro. I think they must be wandering around the streets of heaven at this moment. If you don't believe me, look at the shooting star. Even if they were walking with lanterns.

Su Shi "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There".

Li Yu, "Poppy Beauty".

Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Two Envoys to Anxi" (was filled in the song, titled "Weicheng Song" and "Yangguan Three Stacks").

Water tune song head: When is the bright moon?

The corners of your mouth. Slightly upturned.

**The ground is hopeless.

Unthinkable. Such a heartbeat.

Everything you want.

Happy surprise.

Sacred prayers.

I'll give you the signal.

I've accompanied you to pretend to be a hanger.

The most indispensable thing here is people.

You remember. Give hugs.

The candle flame is burning.

With the flirtatious eyes of dreams.

Try it for a few seconds.

About your dance.

You squirm lazily.

Stand. You laugh in the wind.

There is the smell of rosemary.

Leave the mint-flavored coquettishness.

Signal love to me.

You are gracefully like a cat.

The movement surrounds lightly.

The sweetness of love spreads and ferments.

Ambiguous love is just right.

Happy surprise.

Sacred prayers.

I'm going to give you a signal.

I've accompanied you to pretend to be a hanger.

The most indispensable thing here is people.

You remember. Give hugs.

The candle flame is burning.

With the flirtatious eyes of dreams.

Try it for a few seconds.

About your dance.

You squirm lazily.

Stand. You laugh in the wind.

There is a taste of rosemary.

Leave the mint-flavored coquettishness.

To the spine Qingxing, I send a signal of love.

You are gracefully like a cat.

The movement surrounds lightly.

The sweetness of love spreads and ferments.

Ambiguous love is just right.

The corners of your mouth are slightly upturned.

**Hopelessly, I can't imagine such a heartbeat.

Everything you want.

The omen atmosphere is subtle.

Because I love you, I earn it.

The omen atmosphere is subtle.

Because I love you, I earn it.

Wu Kequn - Write poems for you.

Lyrics: Wu Kequn Composer: Wu Kequn.

Live in the moment to make.

Love is a strange thing.

I started to lose control of my whole body.

Love is a skill.

I started out like I wasn't even myself.

I've done so many stupid things for you and me.

The first thing is to write poems for you.

Write poems for you, be still for you.

Do the impossible for you.

For you and me, I learned to play the piano and write lyrics.

Lose your mind for you.

Write poems for you, be still for you.

Do the impossible for you.

Play the sentences of all the love songs for you.

I forgot to mention. The most beautiful thing is your name.

Love is a strange thing.

Your smile is the only purpose.

Love is a skill.

Where am I in your heart?

I've done so many stupid things for you and me.

The first thing is to write poems for you.

Write poems for you, be still for you.

Do the impossible for you.

For you and me, I learned to play the piano and write lyrics.

Lose your mind for you.

Write poems for you, be still for you.

Do the impossible for you.

Play all the love song sentences for you.

I forgot to mention. The most beautiful thing is your name.

Write poems for you, be still for you.

Do the impossible for you.

For you and me, I learned to play the piano and write lyrics.

Lose your mind for you.

Write poems for you, and repent for you.

Do the impossible for you.

Play all the love song sentences for you.

I forgot to mention. The most beautiful thing is your name.

I can forget everything.

But the only thing that is not forgotten is your name.

I can forget everything.

But the only thing that doesn't forget is the way you look.

I can forget everything.

But the only thing you don't forget is your name.

I can forget everything.

But the only thing that doesn't forget is the way you look.

Wu Kequn - Write poems for you.

Lyrics: Wu Kequn Composer: Wu Kequn.

Live in the moment to make.

This lyric is provided by netizen Forain.