Unnamed Lake

You must be beautiful, and the whole body exudes a charming charm. Crystal clear diamonds engrave your delicate skin. The emerald earrings are hung in the willows and are transformed into green branches. The White Tower is your bridesmaid, and the sunset weaves a red glow, which is the flower cover you marry. The wine glass that was accidentally landed was the lush island of the lake, and the fairy dew wet the fluttering long skirt, reflecting the radiance.

You must be so beautiful, how can you feel good about you when you are a student? You know, I love you too. I want to tell you, wait for me, I don’t know the lake, I will come, I will definitely come.

I want to go boating on the creased shadow of the White Tower, gently plucking a spring water, snuggling in the warm arms of your girl, listening to the sound of the book from afar. The fragrant wind shattered my soul and integrated me into the early morning of this bird's sound. I want to turn into a mist and haunt you. Do you think I will cover the beauty of your closed moon? Look at the spring willows on the shore, and hang your head in the lake. The long hair is soaked in the lake. It’s fresh and clear, like a green waterfall, like a slender hand, but you can’t hide your charming charm. You are half-baked and freehand. I have to walk under the shade of green willows. Before the wet step lake, the clear water of the lake turns into innocent catkins, dancing like white snow, and finally disillusioned by the kiss of the lake. At the foot is a soft grass carpet, just after the spring rain, the petals are falling, and the ground is red. In front of the eyes is the surface of the water, the misty rain, the cover is far away from the water, looming. You are like a peerless whitefly with a sleepy eye, so that people can't help but grind the lakeside papers and paint the lake water. They must think about it. You must be poetry. "The wind rises and wrinkles a pool of spring water." A scholarly girl!

Waiting for me, not named Lake. You know, I will definitely come, I will!

You know, there is a small river in the distance, it is not willing to spend years in the narrow mountains, and is not willing to live in this life. Even if it is the price of blood, it will fall through all obstacles and rush to you with passion. Why is it hard to read the window for ten years? Unnamed Lake on the clear wave! Yes, I want to merge into your body and never be separated from you! I want to kiss you, hug you, I will pour my burning love into your arms!

Waiting for me, not named Lake.