Avoid laziness and should be used as a farmer: go down the field to grow vegetables and go up the mountain to chop firewood?
It was easy to enter the school gate, and Brian and Ran Hua got the school guards in just a few words.
There seems to be no change in school; it also seems that everything has changed as time passes.
What remains unchanged is this place, the teaching building, the small garden, and the tall lilacs.[
The wind blew, and the lilac seemed to become more and more intense.
Under the flowers, he drove me to school and took me home; under the flowers, there was the grievance of my being kidnapped, and he even sacrificed his life to save me.
At such moments, I seemed to be the happiest.
All the way I have walked, he has been his memory, he has gone with me a long way
How to get you to meet me,
In my most beautiful moment,
For this,
I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years.
Ask the Buddha to make a worldly relationship,
The Buddha then turned me into a tree.
Growing on the road you must pass,
I met you in my most beautiful moment.
It’s not that I turned into a tree, but that you turned into a breeze that blows into my heart, day and night, rustling, that’s the lingering music of you and me.
If there is wind, it will enter every hole, and I will have nowhere to hide.
Looking back, where is your shadow still in? Looking at me alone, gradually walking by in the wind and rain, growing up
The wind blows your eyelids; can you still see my longing for you?
The rain wet your face; can you still remember my attachment to you?
Flowers bloom all over the curb, and no one is comparing with me anymore.
The stars are hanging in front of the window, who will pull the curtains for me?
Time passes through the strings of the piano, who is alone and unable to sleep?
The street lights are dim at midnight, and I am wandering around the streets
The kite flies across the sky, who holds that piece of residual thread in his hand?
Who will hold me and walk to the gorgeous temple? Is there a love awaiting a thousand years?
Poor and lingering
Ah, I am not a singer or a poet, and I cannot exude that beautiful melody.
Just listen to this for now.
I turned my head slightly and happened to meet Ran Hua's eyes