Several lines written on the pillow, picking up a thousand-year-old piece of moonlight.
Lost words, every day I search for the lost text.
This is Snow
Following the Light
To come when the snow is light
The approaching snow is dark
Insects and beasts hide excitement
Occasionally, a night of pear blossoms
You said
This is Snow
The Road of Rivers and Lakes
The melting of ice
I follow my footsteps
Last year at this time
Already in military uniform
Feathers flutter, a cool breeze
On the screen
It began to have the desire for news
In my breath
I smelled the taste of spring
The sky's transformation
Has become strong
Days scattered the sunlight
Occasionally watch a movie
The road ahead is less lit
Guided by interest
Found new soil
Freedom
In that noisy place
Character
It's time to perform
The lingering fog
I saw clearly beyond the mountains
This magnificent anthem
Warm water carries tea, elegant and graceful
Hair strands gradually lengthen
When time is calm, no trace
When time is urgent, it floats
This misalignment of the gears is full of regret
A silent vow
This fleeting encounter is incomplete
Beautiful, complete
Mountains and rivers have passed
But I cannot turn back
Stars fall into the sea
The sea scoops up the sun
This longing falls into Lake Yue
Several lines written on the pillow
Picking up a thousand-year-old piece of moonlight
Three cups and two glasses
Flowers will never return
The Road of Rivers and Lakes
It's just her holding an umbrella
She finally brought good news with a swift pace
You look as you did in the past
When I return
A white dress trailing on the ground
