The leaves have fallen without a trace, but they have been piled up all over the ground; In a hurry, the white horse, the time passes by three thousand peach blossoms; Flying south to the wild goose, it is difficult to find the traces of the countryside. Looking back at the footprints, there is no withered texture. Turn around and salute the past. Don't be so sad about the past, cherish the past. Rush forward! Don't let go, don't give up! Shake your little hands and pat the dust on your body. Stretch out your hands to the future. Warm hugs, hug each other tightly. - Preamble

(Time Smoke Dock)

A year has been lost in the bustle, and there is no trace of its existence. The tide rises and falls, and the friends around me go over and over again, one by one. I miss the old days when I was drunk with you and watched the sunset, and laughed at the carriages and horses. If you can't get back the feeling you once had, let's cherish the feeling you have now. It's all about it! I used to be floating in the flowing water of emotions, unable to float or sink. ups and downs, you can only go down the river, and you can't find your heart. How do you find your lost self? How can I wake up my soul when I have lost my soul? Even if time is in a hurry, little by little, the vicissitudes of life are old, and the heart that loves you will not change. Dear friends, whether you are by my side or not, whether you remember me or not, I will silently bless you and my friendly friends. Although time has polished my heart, I don't miss you as deeply as I once did. But everything is fate. Friends, leave for a better next meeting. When the fate comes, let us get together, write lovesick rain tears with a large pen, and imprint deep memories. Set sail and see each other with fate.

(Chrysanthemum Halo Moonlight)

Take a pinch of bright moonlight and make a love wine. O girl who appeared in my dream, do you know that you live in my heart? The heart has four cavities, full of new houses for you. It was another night with the moon hanging high. I have no intention of looking at the moon, but I miss the moon in my heart, secretly take a pinch of bright moonlight, put it in the workshop in my heart, and make love wine. O girl who appeared in my dream, do you know that you live in my heart? The heart has four cavities, full of new houses for you. Dream girl, do you know I love you! Do you smell the mellow aroma of the wine made by moonshine? Girl in your dreams, will you accompany me to drink this rich and mellow wine? Waiting for you to come out of my dream, stand at the head of the bed of reality, lean into my ear, and whisper to me: "Husband, get up." ”

(South Flying Goose Foot)

Do we tie our family letters to the feet of the wild geese flying south? The geese lined up, do you spread all my thoughts about home, do you tell my family that I am all right, and I don't need them to worry too much. Wild geese flying south, do you see my parents, are they still waiting for their son's return? Are you still sleepless at night, worrying about the children in the distance, are you still ...... for the children? Our parents are always busy with our lives. Ziyan said: "The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love." "Book of Songs": "The father gave birth to me, the mother bowed to me, caressed me, animal me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me." There is a poem describing father's love: "Tenderness is water/Playing against you/The unsolvable endgame of a thousand years, you lure me across the river with respect for years/I use my youth to bet on you to enter the game, your car rushes left and right/Sweeps my defense, my horse is a camp step by step/Straight to your lair." There is a poem describing a mother's love: "There is a kind of love, no matter where you are/You can feel her warmth, there is a love, no matter where you are in danger/You can feel her heartbeat, you are happy, she is happy/You are sad, she is crying." Only she / never needs to be treasured / but never forgets. ”...... These are the love of parents, pure and immaculate. Maybe we made mistakes in our childhood and they beat us, remember, it's not that they don't love us, but they want us to understand what we can do and what we can't do. That's how they love us. A kind of love of tolerance and anticipation, when we were young, we didn't understand, we wrote down hatred. Shouldn't we wake up now? We should understand their great love. Cherish the days we spend with our mom and dad and be filial to them. Don't wait until they return to the dust, faced with a cold photograph, for us to understand their decision. If we have the opportunity to live happily with them for the rest of our lives, why should we quarrel? It is not easy for us to be a family in this life, cherish the fate of this life.