Talk about four words poetically

Leisure, green and green, clouds rolling and clouds falling, I have been there, willow trees are shaded, lingering in my heart.

Young and graceful, the so-called Iraqis smile and look back when they first meet. After years of life, they are like summer flowers and red dust waiting for flowers to bloom.

The blue tide is like cutting a candle at the west window, dying. Qikuo and Zicheng said that they would hold your hand and die with your son.

Burning his passion for China will hurt his wisdom. Pink makeup will wash away the lead, but he is still pondering the dream of tall buildings.

Do what the wind tells you, and only the eldest son returns?

Many four words in The Book of Songs are beautiful and I like them very much, so many of them are from The Book of Songs. )