Introduction: Tonight, I look at the dark night is miserable, the stars are cold, and the bright moon is beautiful, so it makes people more dreamy. Tonight, the lights are bright, and the figure in the window is floating, who is lovesick, or wandering, lonely and inseparable. Tonight, he is as handsome as me, and that emotion is just out of control, easily on my heart, making me uneasy.

Dream Embryo Float: Time really doesn't prove anything, whether it's good or bad, it's all normal. is also because there are too many regretful endings, so the expectation of no home has become the happiest thing. It is said that thousands of miles are violated, as long as you borrow a few lines of goose feathers, you can send a song of heartfelt feelings to distant people, so that each other is as fast as faces, all say that ten thousand days of lovesickness, as long as you make a few fish books, you can use a plain paper to express your infatuation, but who can understand this? The things in this world are originally merging and dividing, separating and separating, and then clutching, but in the end, the word separation is the right color, imperfection is the main color of the red dust, but I want to have a good ending, but this is just my reverie!

Monyaro: The past is still the same, and after spending the night, who is still lovesick. I had promised not to see each other for two years and I always wanted to see it, but now time has slipped away in a blink of an eye and it is two years later, but I am so worried and afraid that this is just a paper covenant of my own, although this is the most realistic fact, but I am still looking forward to it, or stubbornly waiting, waiting for the flowers to bloom and waiting for the flowers to fall, waiting for the dawn to wait for the moon to dusk, and waiting for the summer heat to wait for the winter, but I can wait for a few years, what am I waiting for, where is the person I want to wait, how is she doing, and this is not something I should ask, Because I don't have any identity, if I do, I'm just a person I haven't seen for a long time!

Dream bud: I have never held a child, how to talk about old age; If there is no one, how can it be said that there is no separation; has never been reluctant, how can you and I be nong; After not being separated, how should you understand lovesickness. But the thoughts about missing, about nostalgia, about missing this kind of thought, but always stay in front of his bed, let him toss and turn, make him sleepy and convincing, and make him leisurely, always unable to ask for it, so all the time, the sun, moon and stars are his amazement, shining melancholy, and of course, his strong but no one comes to taste the mellow wine in the red dust: a pot of acacia.

Dream crown: Acacia and lovesickness, beginning to bud; Acacia and lovesickness, finally floating; Acacia acacia, brewed into wine. It is the Yimi flower blooming in the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, which is extraordinarily fragrant but cannot be picked, and people can only go to the three-star cave of the oblique moon, where they can see her fragrance. So she hides deep here, blossoms here and bears fruit here, she is the universe, she is the sky and the earth, she is the richness of the heart, eternal and long, she is more beautiful than everything, she can't be described in any words, she only belongs to dreams, she only appears in love and that nostalgia, endless nostalgia.

Dream tired: I don't want to miss, I don't want to miss the joy of yesterday, I don't want to ask, I don't want to ask about the melancholy of the past and the present. But this tired, tired love disturbed me day and night, making me particularly reluctant, just like the inky moon when I left Yingshang County, it was so dazzling, but also so dark. I came alone, vaguely I left lonely, although time is tired, tired of all space, and everything has been eliminated, but I miss, I miss, I want to see, but I can't bother, to disturb the peace that belongs to a person, without my disturbance, do you live more happily and freely, just like escaping the cage of the lark cry is so free.

Dream Seed Silk: It's called JOKE, and I say isnot, and I also write Thisisnot, this is your voracious evaluation of that past, about you, I'm always paying attention, through all subtle channels, I'm always paying attention. But what's the use of my protection, I haven't cherished it when I had it before, even if I am better or worse now, it is only a passing year in this long time and space after all, but I am still looking forward to it, looking forward to it in a hurry, but I am still waiting, waiting for that year, but what can I wait for, but this is my most humble nature!

Postscript: Cherish is always too late, let alone not cherish, but now they have changed their past, and they only want to regain the hearts of the people of Iraq and never separate again, but after all, this is just the grace of my pen, and it is a fairy tale that I can't let go. The memories are too hurried, and the people are too hurried, everything is in a hurry, it is so hurried! Think about yesterday's beautiful dreams, and then look at who walks with me and laughs at all beings in the past and now, this is a hurried life, but I miss it a lot, I miss it a lot, I miss it every day, I miss it day and night, I miss it like that...