I don't know, from which generation of Jiazi people?
You have become the food culture of Jiazi people.
Became the pride of Jiazi people.
You have no sorrow, no joy.
But it has become what people like to talk about.
You are famous everywhere.
But willing to accompany people.
Greetings at the dinner table
But I don't know the crash of the glass.
Does it affect your mood?
Will you be happy and angry? Can you be sad and happy?
People who are not satisfied with fish and meat.
Blend culture with fish
To make you one grain at a time.
It's not just
That's why they're alive.
There is also the taste and carnival of foodie.
The journey of your life is worth it.
You spend your life and freedom
In exchange for how many people are alive and happy.
Your white, elastic body
Across all over the world
But for people's survival and enjoyment.
And give your life selflessly
Selfish people for self-interest
And intrigue and intrigue
Do everything possible to protect yourself.
In order to survive and be happy,
At the expense of you.
And you, turtle fish balls.
Will flap their wings in the pot and shout:
Let more people live a better life!
two。 A parting becomes forever.
A siren tore open the platform
From then on, there is the horizon of the Cape.
Leave behind the thoughts and sorrows of the world
Those affectionate eyes
Tugging at my eyes all the time
Yiyi is far away from you.
End up waiting for the winter heart
Who says memories can be buried deep?
The drips of three years
The incarnation of moonlight appears in the future.
The thinness of the night pool can hardly hide the ripples of the soft water.
Time and distance have told the sun, moon and stars
The wind of the years, so far
Unable to wash away the silver wheel in the water
3. It's like nothing happened.
I looked in the mirror and my heart was as calm as water.
Stare at the white hair on your head
If you look at the stars in the sky in the dark night
A full head of green hair has been ground into a day of whitening by the years.
I talked about melancholy with me in the mirror.
A feeling suddenly escaped from the mirror
Once a beautiful time, it turned out to be a fictional color
I've just seen my empty world.
Spring breeze, summer breeze, autumn breeze, winter breeze
Through me, never to return
I want to remind the soul on duty
The vicissitudes of life have nothing to do with dreams.
Falling hair
He has been with me for many years, but he has no words with me.
One by one, it's on its way to drown me.
A previous life is like a dream.
The falling hair gave itself to the earth
Peace, silence
As if you don't know where you came from.
It's like nothing happened.