Spring River Plumbing
A young man, the snow is still floating, we are thinking of traveling together, and the illusion of water in the same feathers dyed bright color; at the moment, there is no peach rains, the water became melancholy blue glass, we are no longer Bai Jie's body, touch to its fine wrinkles, as much a bit cold.
2 Plumbing cold water, a group that moves pebbles; Do not ask how long you want to swim in the water, barefoot put a duck in order to shore forever Tadao
3 Peach Blossom in the sky burning, looting waterside Weicao want to come to the earth, wind and rain outside, why do we always, as in exile
4 autumn has not come, I understand from the North in exchange for a white Ling Yu, the dream is still flying less than the Southern Dynasty, which fell Rain in the south of the river, the fate of fine lines of our eternal life with negative human pack fireworks
5 The voice reminds me of the water leaves previous life, when I still lived in the cliff edge, Woodman walked I walked from the Mountains Mountain
6 took advantage of the evening, put their names written on the pale yellow water; muddy earth, who nets a bit like a seal?
7 Zuili hazy, Baishi, also paintings shrimp, one two three, seven are to swim in the void where
8 All the sun had sunk in the river, all the fish and shrimp are thinking about flying dream;
7 raft, is dressed in black, the Big Dipper
9 the number of wind and rain inside the water wrinkles are still soft; like two beetles, two small rafts, feet stopped in the water, what you forget it clambers
10 I am greedy people playing and listening to the shore when the scale suddenly touched Yi Gu biting cold. . . . . . I am still alive, the group of white feathers drifting away, they only come for the Pieces
11 Yes, yes to Soochow to the boat, the snow has long been of future generations, and the number of tower, also disappeared in the sky fog, the boat go
Golden Epiphyllum a big 12! If I am destined to be caught, but also chose this moment to allow the body wrap full of glistening sun, rafts makes me think of mountains and forced to come to the green.
13 What a beautiful fish to be married, the groom 4 Net princess spreading out the scarf; green water under the brewing is not shy, not nostalgia
14 is this place many years ago rivers and lakes of eastern Zhejiang, has yellow; that year I was thirteen years old, marching Shi-level, but also remember those Wupeng Chuan, kiss thick, how many community theater Pingtan. . . .
15 boats and not point red light cage, twilight has not yet dissolved Jingui crow, you shake in the solitude, the bridges may have a trace of side lights
16 sleepwalking in the duck, from the wheat fields over the ducks from the flying flowers, fantasy, where the butterflies? You can never recover, but horses on the slopes without water, in addition to the spring of which one you want to escape into the season?
Author: xht11
