I am a cloud in the sky.

Occasionally projected in your heart.

You don't have to be surprised.

Not to mention being lucky.

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I met in the dark sea

You have yours.

I have my direction.

It's good that you remember.

You'd better forget

The light that shines on each other at this intersection.

This is the best confession of Xu Zhimo's feelings for Lin. Love at first sight, go your own way rationally. This is a kind of pure feeling that is difficult to understand in the secular world.

You are the April of this world

I said you are an April day on earth.

Laughter lit up the wind in all directions.

Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring

You are a cloud in the sky in early April.

The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.

Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.

That's light, that's Ting, and you're Xianyan.

You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are

Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.

When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling

The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy

The Bai Lianhua you dream of is floating on the water.

You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.

Whispering between the beams, you are love and warmth.

It's a poem, you're an April day on earth!

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Like waking up, wake up slowly in the soft light.

It seems that you have been awake for a long time.

Melon is slowly maturing.

Bitter gourd is no longer a bitter color.

The sun grinds and the moon grinds, and the pregnancy is carved.

Look at that stem, that caressing palm.

In which year will the bumper harvest be sucked up in one gulp?

In ancient times, China was fed with milk.

Perfect, round, greasy and full.

These tentacles, constantly expanding outward.

Enrich every butter grape.

Until the tip of the melon, I still stick to the freshness of the day.

The vast Kyushu is only reduced to a map.

When I was young, I didn't know how to fold it.

Spread out endlessly.

As big as my mother in memory, her breasts

You just told that orange?

Her elegant solution uses pedicels and root ropes.

Painful sympathy is hard to satisfy.

Whether it's misfortune or luck, baby.

The love of the whole continent is in a bitter gourd.

Leather shoes have been trampled, horseshoes have been trampled,

The tracks of heavy chariots step on it.

Never left a scar.

It's hard to believe that there is only glass left.

With the blessing of the afterlife.

In the strange light outside time

Cooked, a self-sufficient universe

Full of rot, a fairytale fruit.

Not in the fairy mountain, but on earth.

Long rot, your predecessor, alas, long rot.

A tire-changing hand, a dexterous wrist

I am eager to extradite you.

Laugh at the soul flowing in the white jade

A song sings the bitterness and bitterness of life.

Be extradited forever, and the result will be sweet.

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You are an April day on earth.

-Compliments of love.

I said you are the April day of this world.

Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible

Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.

You are the cloud on the first day of April.

The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.

Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.

That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.

You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are

Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.

After the snow melts, the goose is yellow, and you are like; fresh

The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy

Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.

You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.

Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,

It's hope, you are April day on earth!