南庄,旋转的空心李花南庄,一个在我梦里柔情千年的名字。山路盘旋着树的姿花的魅,晃动的香清冽、皎洁、芬芳、飘逸,恣意妄为明目张胆地亲吻我的面颊,煽动我的思念瞬间弥漫,如同昨夜三月春光里突然而至的雪。一曲天籁石破天惊,七弦琴抚遍高山流水。一千零一次的回眸,明晃晃地挂在树梢。我是这三万李花下的孑孑过客,我的孤 Nanzhuang, rotating hollow Li Hua Nanzhuang, a millennium in my dream tender name. Mountain road circled the charm of the tree’s gesture, swaying fragrant Qing dynasty, bright, fragrant, elegant, wantonly blatantly kissing my cheek, inciting my thoughts instant diffuse, like last night in March in the spring suddenly snow. A Shitian surprising, Lyra caress all over the mountains and rivers. Looking back one thousand and one times, Mingshuang hanging in the treetops. I am the thirty thousand flowers under the larvae Passer, my solitary