回响水龙头汲满一盆水,突然看到无数影子。远方整座水库的角度,野杨梅,紫云英,蒲公英,倒映着无人居住的天空。此刻,我已经喜欢上那些一度让我迷失的小路。往前走,往后看,始终没有碰到一起上山的人。我安静得像一团巨大的岩石,等待着,在这个阳光明媚的早晨,狭小管道的另一端,传来你的回响。给爱人看看这些花,我的爱人。你到来之前,我请求它们开放。春天的小路不再漆黑,亿万只昆虫,在火 Echo faucet filled with a pot of water, suddenly saw countless shadows. Far from the perspective of the entire reservoir, wild bayberry, aspen, dandelion, reflecting the uninhabited sky. At the moment, I already love the path I once lost. Go forward, look back, never met people up the mountain. I was quiet like a huge rock, waiting for you, on this sunny morning, the other end of the narrow pipe, came your response. Look at the love to see these flowers, my love. Before you come, I ask them to be open. The path of spring is no longer dark, hundreds of millions of insects, in the fire