Wang Jiangnan

Occidentalis Author: Shenghua Zhou

It’s a long time and a long time, and this hate is endless. ---Inscription

Not for the sake of the country, only for the infatuation; not for the flowers and flowers, only for the four seasons of reincarnation; not for the deep feelings of water, only for hatred.

Every night at midnight dreams, tears wet at the bottom of my pillow, my youthful years will disappear; mourning is greater than death, waiting for a lifetime - just for you? I am confused, even epiphany: "This is not worth it!" Why do I still choose to wait? Because there is still the love and hope in the heart that "cuts constantly, the theory is still chaotic, the road is unknown."

"Women are pleasing to others," I am dressed up - perhaps just for you.

Jianglou is beautiful! Qingshan Xiushui is at the time of autumn fall. The clouds in the Wanli are floating, if not, if I can't hold it?

The flower that has been defeated, the autumn wind blows, the flowers fall when you are simmering, and the rest are faint and fragrant. "Tearful eyes ask flowers and flowers, and the red flies over the swing."

The water ripples, such as the blue silk flying in the wind, adding a flowing air; surrounded by white mist, the sky is not bright. I stood on the pavilion, the autumn wind blew, some cold: the dew inlay, some wet.

Some are sleepy, but I blinked and blinked: "Wait for you." The sun shows off the corners, and afterglow illuminates the water, and the scene in front of him is separated.

Separation, separation, is this waiting too much? The water surface is not flat, there is no rhyme flow. "How many squats can you ask? Just like a river springs eastward."

A bird called broke my thoughts, and a group of southern geese went together. Sketching the faint smile of the mouth: "When are you coming back?"

I climbed onto the wood in the small building, holding the pillars, my body was crumbling, I didn't want to hold it tight. I widened my eyes and looked far away. I was a little bit silvery. I was so excited that I leaned forward and leaned over. "Is it you?"

It slowly ran over 'how slow? 'I am nervous' is you? ''Not you? 'Close, near - but unfortunately not you.

Have you forgotten?

Every time the ship goes by boat, I groaned again and again, oh, painful.

In the setting sun, the sun shines on the horizon. 'The floating grass drifts away from the water, lonely and lonely; the night is coming.

The flower blossoms and falls for another year. A good year must be remembered; in this life, will you come?

Third day: Zhou Shenghua