我一直把你比作故乡山涧的流水,摇曳着鹅卵石。黄昏时从坡上撤下来的羊群,呼唤着夜晚的青草。闪电的瞬间,能照见一棵树的影子,终身的荣誉。不再高言高语,彩虹短暂得就像唢呐里的婚姻。除了绝世的窗花带我们远离尘世,就是平原上的彩钢瓦亮丽的,接近天空最后的本色。开合的,是不是敞开昨夜的胸襟?当蝴蝶飞,飞过心中的峭岩绝壁。没有看错的风光,纳入我后半生的微凉。山岗上清风徐徐,吹我的衣衫。越过人 I’ve always compared you to the flow of hometown streams, swaying pebbles. The flock that was removed from the slope at dusk called for the grass at night. Lightning moment, can see the shadow of a tree, lifelong honor. No longer talkative, the rainbow is like a suona marriage. In addition to the peerless window with us away from the earth, is the bright color steel tile plain, close to the final character of the sky. Opening and closing, is not open night last night? When the butterfly fly, fly over the heart of the cliff cliffs. There is no wrong scenery, into my cool after half a lifetime. The hills of the breeze slowly, blowing my clothes. Cross over people