三五月来思未消，
过时才补最难熬。
边草肥沃，
前山后山不多远，
总能碰到羊群低头行进。
我不一样，低头不怕，
怕那时间走的太快，
疾驰车过 风吹醒，
爷奶衣衫 有响声。
只因昨日大梦半枕，
还是旧院雪白风急，
面如当年，
花衣不见，
没了衣襟的衣服，
如何能挂得住，
同梦中爷唤钥匙开西门，
我跑两次才算对，
是换锁了还是换门了，
只好百里不远扫春尘。
风醉我独醒，
哪个弯弯绕绕城。
都说好颜色绘浮生，
爷奶入我梦，
总是泪倾盆，
心也变得柔软起来了。
今非昨日，
案头笔管易动总是到三更，
枯坐半宿梦沉沉。
风月无关，
光下遥思，
更多祈梦寄余生。
Since March and may,
It's hard to make up until it's out of date.
The edge grass is fertile,
Not far from the front and back,
Always meet the sheep and bow their heads.
I'm different. I'm not afraid to bow my head,
Afraid that time goes too fast,
The wind wakes the speeding car,
There was a noise in my clothes.
Just because yesterday's dream was half pillow
Or the old yard is snowy and windy,
Like that,
The flower clothes are missing,
Clothes with no skirts,
How can it hang,
In the same dream, the LORD called the key to open the west gate,
I'm right to run twice,
Did you change the lock or the door,
I had to sweep the spring dust a hundred miles away.
I wake up alone when the wind is drunk,
Which one goes around the city.
It's said that good colors paint floating life,
Lord's milk came into my dream,
Always in tears,
The heart also became soft.
Today is not yesterday
The desk pen tube is easy to move. It's always in the third hour
Sitting there for half a night, my dream is heavy.
It has nothing to do with the wind and the moon
Thinking in the light,
Pray for more dreams for the rest of your life
