Find good lyrics! (scenery)

On June 3, Liu Huai 'an

The south wind enters the string and shakes, telling the new cicada.

It's raining lightly on a small shower head.

Their love was kindle in that early summer.

Never get tired of walking in nature.

She leaned against him and he held her.

Dusk to dusk

Love is like a stream, long and quiet.

There are so many stars in the sky.

What crape myrtle, Sirius, Wen Qu, Polaris?

She lowered her head and held out her palm.

He whispered in her ear.

The stars are his eyes to see her.

Moonlight is like singing Jiang Huo, like a firefly.

Love that flows slowly is endless.

They all say the world is so beautiful.

Be with the person you love.

Baifa Yuqiao Laoyue Qingshan

It is simple and precious.

They all say the world is so beautiful.

There is love in the heart, who is not beautiful?

Let's have a good drink, you think about it and I'll raise my glass.

Get drunk with Mo Mo and the world of mortals.

Vanan Yi Shan

Take a boat into the scenery and watch the river go fishing with the wind.

The monk turned to the small tablet deep in the bamboo forest and began to recite the scriptures.

Wei 'an shakes the blue bream and invites Nanshan to chat.

Who has paper money to add new pain to the evening breeze?

Lonely moonlight fireflies illuminate a lonely piece of paper.

Recall what you said about loving me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and there is no result.

The snow on the moss told me that you never came back.

Think of the fireworks all over the sky many years ago, and you held me quietly.

The sound of silk and bamboo makes people forget their troubles, just like a dream of Conan.

Stars shine without heroes, apes are locked.

But I haven't laughed since you died.

Vae-on the rainy season in Qingming Festival

Outside the window, the clouds that pass through Rizhao West Bridge in Chu Xiao shake themselves.

I miss your skirt when the wind is swaying gently.

The last romantic ripple of wood carving was sealed seven years ago.

Because I've only lived for you all my life.

The rain wet my eyes and I look forward to the mourning hall by the well every year.

I am most afraid of not knowing that tears have been torn two lines.

I wander around the world, but I can't find your paradise.

Don't forget the east bottle and the west mirror.

It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and then fold chrysanthemums to send you.

Sing your favorite song gently.

I miss you every night

In the distance, there is a piano, which makes it rain.

Talk to yourself in a trickle.

The moon shadow fell on the fireworks, and several candles were red.

All the old dreams in the world of mortals are empty.

The rain wet my eyes and I look forward to the mourning hall by the well every year.

I am most afraid of not knowing that tears have been torn two lines.

I wander around the world, but I can't find your paradise.

Don't forget the east bottle and the west mirror.

It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and then fold chrysanthemums to send you.

Sing your favorite song gently.

I wander around the world, but I can't find your paradise.

Don't forget the east bottle and the west mirror.

It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and then fold chrysanthemums to send you.

Sing your favorite song gently.

Vae-no.7 park

Cherry blossoms are flying in early spring, and English is falling in the air.

Blue and purple platycodon grandiflorum seems to pause the picture.

Lost in the Woods, lush wind mixed with cold.

The quiet stone platform can't dispel the residual temperature.

At night, the lights went out silently.

Colorless tears fall accurately.

Break innocence and leave no trace of discretion.

When I found that the wound was deep

The street lamps in Park 7 were brutally extinguished.

The empty life began to separate between you and me.

The streetlights in Park 7 are doomed.

Repeat this question when you become the third person.

Our love ended that late autumn night.

I can't stand smelling balloon flowers in the park.

When all this becomes a set of unsolvable equations

Without a script, how can this play last forever?

I bypassed the depth of that second with my thoughts.

Finally understand, maybe some things don't need to wait.

The moment we parted silently at the crossroads.

Migratory birds flying north cut through the sky at dawn.

Vae-chaowu

Ancient bells surround the Ilfis Theatre.

Coniferous forest coldly stared at the silent harbor.

Sleeping people are about to usher in a new sunrise.

I was sent to the execution ground of despair in the morning fog.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.

I can't realize the beautiful dream I promised.

Thinking about thinking about the bottom of my heart is still a little sad.

The rustling of dead leaves under my feet tells me what I'm talking about.

A solo with a waltz melody

Is there only loneliness left in the future? Tell me how to continue.

Our past was swallowed up by today's hazy dawn.

There was heavy blood and rain beside the gallows.

Watching the soul hold up the stubborn body and keep spinning.

In a world without you

Lake Baikal is a lonely crying night.

The lone star slashed the sky with a knife.

Everything is suffocating.

Rain is dancing.

Blade flight

Lonely footsteps

Can't bear to look back

Rain is dancing.

Blade flight

Life is more cruel.

I won't give up.

I don't want to give up either.

But the reality is cruel.

There are many gray intersections behind our shadow.

The smile on the corners of the mouth can't hide the humbleness of life.

The philosophy of existence tells me that the more hypocritical the world is, the better it will be.

Guitarist wandering the streets

I want to play a piece of music. Its name is decadence.

There are some footsteps in front of the theater.

Waiting for the next pantomime of life to be staged and dying.

Not everyone can come back in vain.

Not everyone can be invincible in the storm.

Don't think about whether there is reincarnation at the end of life.

Dare not look at the weeping roses in the corner.

Some people don't know what it feels like to have it until they lose it.

I clearly heard one confession after another in the church.

The withering smell of roses under black and white lens

There is a lonely sky hanging upside down and falling rapidly.

Dance, rain, dance.

Lonely footsteps

Can't bear to look back

Rain is dancing.

Blade flight

Life is more cruel.

I won't give up.

HOHO-Kunming Lake

Let's go on a spring outing and forget about three thousand miles.

Kunming sends the lake to welcome the rain.

No, Su Causeway.

A faint shadow, a thin lake, and a green cast.

Xinsi Xiaocui Chou Duan Yi

Mistaken the beautiful enjoyment of spring.

Seventeen sentences from the shore to Kunming

Poetry is crowded.

Yuncha Samui and other water come.

Two points spring pervades the middle of the lake.

Farewell, shut your mouth and keep your heart in your heart.

When spring comes, flowers bloom and spring returns.

Lakes and mountains, but my heart lives in Kunming.

The camouflaged tea horse sent you away.

Kunming turned the lake into tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and make it warm again.

Catkin hidden last year is very precious.

When I miss you, I melt the ice into tears.

Kunming turned the lake into tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and make it warm again.

Catkin hidden last year is very precious.

When I miss you, I melt the ice into tears.

It is more failure to mistake Kunming for love than not to love.

Losing to the reserved post-modern generation, I say goodbye to love!

I don't cry)

It is more failure to mistake Kunming for love than not to love.

Losing to the reserved post-modern generation, I say goodbye to love!

Kunming zhuan ke nuan Zuo

Siwen Xue Tong Puer Yu

Don't know someone's intentions

Cold and warm explored two or three sentences.

Greetings are occasionally answered.

The origin of Dan Qing is long-lost and boring.

Reluctantly, I am also jealous.

Needle and thread asked the girl on the bridge again

Embroidery is willing to fall green.

The table sighed at the chair and said it was a daughter.

Pick half a pear by Kunming Lake.

Wake up in spring and winter and leave the window.

The dumb bird wants to get married.

Kunming turned the lake into tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and make it warm again.

Catkin hidden last year is very precious.

When I miss you, I melt the ice into tears.

Kunming turned the lake into tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and make it warm again.

Catkin hidden last year is very precious.

When I miss you, I melt the ice into tears.

(Half a cup of tea, half a cup of lake bottom sand, half a sentence, half a iris, half a cup of tea, half a person to accompany a cold joke)

Kunming turned the lake into tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and make it warm again.

Catkin hidden last year is very precious.

When I miss you, I melt the ice into tears.

Kunming turned the lake into tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and make it warm again.

Catkin hidden last year is very precious.

When I miss you, I melt the ice into tears.

(The tears of Kunming Lake steamed up half a year ago, followed by Yun Fei's Nan Zhui, who slowly laid the rain and gave the teacups under the colorful clouds.)

HOHO-for Anna

The bright moonlight in front of the bed

Anna is singing softly.

Night outside Moscow

Further north, north.

Black soil by the lake

Nong Anna's kindness

The paper and ink of this article are still wet.

Drifting in the cold wind

Scattered lakeside unmanned mailboxes

We live far away.

Only a piece of rice paper is separated.

Who is Plato?

A patchwork mailbox

Time to watch the Garden of Eden

I wrote 300 Tang poems to Anna Mo Yan until dawn.

The west wind looks back.

See the old thin horse wandering.

I cried and the organ was with me.

The other half of Moscow is still disappointed.

Splash ink to make fast horses

Find the girl ten years ago.

If organs have power,

Give me a hand, don't let my heart empty and melancholy.

Old Sophora japonica in the east of the city often hears desolation.

Jay garden party

Amber dusk is like beautiful candy in the distance.

Your face has no makeup, but I'm madly in love with it.

Missing and shadow are stretched together in the evening.

The ticket in my hand accompanied me to count sheep.

Mint grass smells like wind and has no shape.

I can remember your temperament and face.

The cold air and glass in the morning are very transparent.

Like me, I like being seen through by you.

A round of bright sunshine on the booth.

I quietly appeared beside you.

The way you panicked.

I smiled and enjoyed it quietly.

I'm standing in the sun.

I just want to hold an umbrella for you.

You lean on my shoulder.

Take a deep breath and be afraid of forgetting.

Because of the stupid game of fishing, we started chatting.

I hope this topic will continue, and the garden party will never end.

I have balloons.

Let me show you around.

I have something to tell you.

Your eyes are busy.

I want to try the omelet and jam in your mouth.

The film of the garden party is on.

The whole world agreed to go shopping together.

Amber dusk is like beautiful candy in the distance.

Your face has no makeup, but I'm madly in love with it.

Missing and shadow are stretched together in the evening.

The ticket in my hand accompanied me to count sheep.

Mint grass smells like wind and has no shape.

I can remember your temperament and face.

The cold air and glass in the morning are very transparent.

Like me, I like being seen through by you.

Jay-blue and white porcelain

The embryo outlines the blue-and-white brush strokes that turn from thick to light.

The peony depicted on the bottle is like your first makeup.

I know Ran Ran sandalwood through the window.

The pen on the rice paper is half here.

Glaze color rendering the charm of female figure is hidden.

You smile like a bud.

Your beauty is drifting away.

Go where I can't go

The sky is blue, waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you.

Smoke from the stove floated across the river thousands of miles away.

At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty.

Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.

The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.

The moonlight was salvaged, dizzy.

Like blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times, you are as beautiful as a fairy, with a beautiful smile.

Koi fish, with white flowers and blue color, jumped to the bottom of the bowl.

I miss you when I copy my signature.

The secret you hid in the kiln for thousands of years.

Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.

Outside the curtain, plantains cause showers and knockers cause verdigris.

I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River and made you angry.

In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden in the depths of ink.

Some don't seem to fit.

Uh, sorry.