Below phoenix hill, moving movement, here is Dan Dongfeng city!
Once somebody asks me, is the best life what kind of? I say, an an a book, tea, small town, her! If likelihood, I am willing and you are in phoenix city eventually old lifetime.
Sky, blue-black, it is temporarily neglect it seems that, ink floats on rice paper, unbridled ground spreads to distance, and far color is light however.
Late wind is puffing leaf, moon is spinning the form of a pair of lovers.
The dim light of night of phoenix city, nature is little also not their elaborate ornament.
Finely moon is aspersed on the meadow that bespreads deciduous leaf, what emerge in brain is the memory of childhood, deciduous leaf piece, the odour of clay and branches and leaves wanders in air, give me the familiar sense of birthplace.
Pace river riverside, look at bend of desolate cloud drift month to use up the world miserable, month of smoke basket cold water basket sand, bateau of the Huaihe River of berth the Qin Dynasty already left die, get light vague impression month, dream Lisaihuanian.
I know I am not a very good registrar, but the road when I like him turn one's head to come than anybody, I know what to want!
On road, step one ground moon, time look at the past, hold the post of the past to put fly. Those who scatter on musical instrument of green figured woven silk material in succession slow, soft what this age is born before breaking is disconsolate.
Here is our home, although not flourishing however cannot give up, this is a kind of feelings, this is a kind of lovesickness, Dan Dongfeng city.
