Stepping on the top

Memory passes over Kunming Lake, don't talk, and don't talk about it. "Have half a cup of tea and half a cup of lake bottom sand, half a sentence and half a butterfly love flower; half a cup of tea and a half cup of lake bottom sand, half-person accompaniment cold joke" when the wind passes again Feet, can still recall the taste of summer.

Give me a sky so that I can build a starlight playground for myself under the blue comfort;

Give me a big tree so that I can rely on it and be strong;

Give me a sun so that I can enjoy the mottled but the sun even under the gentle blessing;

Give me confidence and full imagination, so that I can hold my dreams and fly on the top.

Her "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Analects"

His Confucius, Laozi, Mencius

Its strawberry, candy, feather pen

What are you afraid of, I have my crystal ball, my Tamino

"The Fool's Moon Chariot Emperor Hangs Down"

The Tarot card predicts the future and which one is my "should".

Can't guess, can't touch, the table is engraved with a "do not know"; open two lines of mystery, the original Wukong will have troubles.

I can't get back to the old stone bridge and I can't find the taste of summer. The old movie is shown in the village, and she can still find her supreme treasure.

The meeting between the dream and the nine princesses - the ball dance on the ball is dancing, following Zorro's intentions, countless countless. The heart wraps back to the stern, and still remembers the charm of her dance shoes;

Memory passes over Kunming Lake - don't talk low, Ping Jixin remembers "half cup of tea and half cup of lake bottom sand, half a sentence and half a butterfly love flower; half cup of tea and half cup of lake bottom sand, half-person accompaniment cold joke" when the wind Passing your feet again, can you still remember the taste of summer?

The day before the summer solstice, go to the West Chamber again - the flower center scented a scent, not in March but also intoxicated, put the loneliness into the backpack, still want to get the old school next to the mountain temple.

I remembered the aroma of the diary in the drawer and took off the page.

"Tower Star Female Pope Magician Wheel of Fortune"

The Tarot card predicts all kinds of futures, but it always fails to open the "next" that belongs to me.

However, there is still happiness and I still want to fly.

and so--

I want to tell you soon, I used a crayons that you sent, drew a picture and sent it to you by express mail;

I want to tell you soon, the world outside is very rugged, and I accidentally slammed the truth;

I want to tell you soon, I don’t know that I have never been like myself.

It is a smattering of mist, a melting of the marsh water, and a slanting moon curtain.

It’s a mess of red, hanging down the curtains, and singing the songs to the spring sky;

It is a quiet column, smoke and water, a few lonely winds, repeated star cream, unforgettable sentimental injury to the point of looking for the sun;

It is a sunny and sunny break, the flowers are thin and the sky is coming, the clouds are coming, the snow is abrupt, and the winners are absolutely perfect.

But believe it -

No matter whether it is the moon, such as practice, the sky is galaxy, the cold is broken, the jade is empty, the intestines have been broken, and the wine has not arrived, the tears of the first tears are extinguished, and the mice are still sleepless; The thoughts are long-lasting, and the age is prolonged. I feel a little cold, and I stop watching the lights on the side of the window. I have a green and red dress on my notebook with a scent of fragrant incense, squandering flowers and flying flowers, and gently swaying like a pen.

Look, I am sitting on the Ferris wheel in the Starlight Playground under the sky, looking forward to the beige paradise;

Look, I am under the big tree, and I am strong for what I rely on for it;

Look, I am admiring the mottled but faint sunshine on the ground;

Look, I am carrying a confident imagination, holding my dreams and flying on the top.