[Jinfeng] The sadness of my life was embarrassed (one outside)

Three girls

I sit down again

According to Qinchuan Lake

I have been countless times for so many years

Sit back against Qinchuan Lake back

Listen to the coherent somewhere in the grass

Listening to the frogs bulging out

The frog sounds twice a big voice

The lake water guy with the breeze ripples rippling

I listened to these real and dreamed

My eyes are idle on the grass

Qinchuan Lake

The reed green is late and yellow

After the reed is yellow, it is a long deep winter

But the ducks of Qinchuan Lake are not disgusted

They have been boiled in the reed bushes for a few lifetime

So that some black ducks boiled their heads

White -headed duck and black -headed ducks are happy together

I don’t think this is a bit of a hurry

The steep season is replaced

Do not dislike the rhythm of this rhythm

Do not dislike the severe impact and turmoil of Rongku

I like wild ducks and reeds as 蛐蛐

I am used to this permanent and huge vivid

I even envy the reed

Envy the grass and the strains in the grass

Compared to my twists and turns in my red dust

Compared to the bitterness of wild duck in winter

Compared to the mutiny in all things

(Although I am the same thing

All in love with seven loves

Try to try my best to hide my face and cry

I'm sighing the coolness and hardship of my life)

But I really envy in Qinchuan Lake

Reed grass and autumn cicadas

After all, they only need to be in just two or three seasons

Just set the sadness and joy of your life

Blue dragonfly

In the early morning, a blue dragonfly

Interesting and translucent wings

Fly with the hidden blue body

It has experienced the sky and the sea

It passes through the bloom of blue rapeseed flowers

Only to repair this body

I see the blue dragonfly

I couldn't help but raise my fingers

I want

Be a grass tip of her stop

Be a ripple circle of her water

I want her pills to touch me lightly

Open the lightning and thunder of the sky for me

She is a horse that can start the grassland vast

Childhood wheat field

Summer rice fields

Blue dragonfly is flying

It falls on the wild flower along the water canal

My fingers are careful next to wild lace

Native

At this moment, I am the same as childhood

She is willing to be her wheat straw

Be her rice seedlings

Be her wild petals

Waiting for her to stop on her finger

When the dragonfly is flying high

I chased my fingers

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