Cook a pot of love for you, warm those thin time; Cut a wisp of time, sort out those incomplete vicissitudes; A flap of faint fragrance, through the intersection that you must go through, waiting for you to step on the melody of the mountains and rivers and seek dreams from the dreary book of …
Flowers bloom and fall, time flies, and silently observe the cycle of time, quietly watching the steps of time leave a shallow mark, listening to the breeze of memory shake up layers of ripples, in the youth of the past life is destined to meet. Counting the memory of words, along the way, through the …
Unconsciously, I have stepped into the last season of the four seasons. With fluttering snowflakes, on the parting Cambridge bridge, we will regain the wonderful years that we have passed together. The cold airflow woke up my sleeping old dream. Count the time carefully, you have been separated for several years. In the morning, when …