Then I recommend reading Vincent Fang's Plain and Beautiful Poems, which are all similar sentences.
This is an excerpt:
Ink-splashing scenery
Seal cutting in this city is in the rainy season.
There is a muddy landscape outside Qingshi City, with rows of tears.
You are a blank parting in my splash-ink painting.
Who will never be painted on the picture?
Youth is like wine.
The fragrance at the end of the rainbow is the winding tide.
There are seven colors that can cross the colorful past.
Egrets are elegantly painted in ink on porcelain in the distant mountains.
This fragile rainy season is beating with the fast-paced drums.
Damp memories in the house are stored and fermented day after day.
I poured a whole box of pornographic past events related to you.
The beauty and fragrance of youth, like wine, are everywhere.
I have sailed the farthest drifting boat.
I twisted my memories one by one with moonlight, like extremely slow and insoluble sugar.
Maybe the ebbing waves are too late to dry.
Or maybe I should never have gone ashore in my life.
After years of screening, it can still remain intact on the beach.
There must be some special shape.
For example, fold a newspaper and get ready to sail.
The expanding imagination of my childhood.
Read you a poem.
The eaves after rain are really suitable for wind chimes.
You can see from the window that the sound of the budding wind is very light.
I decided to travel on the cat's eyes.
As a result, all mysteries have become landscapes.
Only hidden things smart enough can grow into dandelions.
Then follow it very carefully without any burden
Because I'm afraid to wake up the person in my dream who only dares to like you.
So I read you a poem.
The movement of opening poetry is very careful and light.
Very light and careful, like cats and wind chimes.
I read you a poem.
Laugh at the scenery
The moonlight makes an ear-colored sound.
I complain about the pale environment.
It's not just coniferous forest that stings the picture frame.
And my sadness about lack of oxygen at high altitude.
A proud vulture hovered in front of my eyes, and you raised it.
I'm trying to paint carefully what you gave me with a brush.
The vulture continued to fly low around the mountain with the bridge of the nose, I asked in regret at the corner of my mouth.
How did I finish this work about will?
On the way back to this crowded exhibition hall, I kept quiet.
No one noticed that I was color-coded in the lower right corner of the forest boundary picture
My love, you nailed my voice to the wall.
It's a ridiculous scenery.
Those affairs
How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright moon?
How can the color of flowers take a faint parting?
How to write the so-called melancholy air after writing it?
Finally, until your smile is everywhere in front of me.
Honey, I just started to understand the language of poetry.
They trap butterflies with phototaxis.
They use phototaxis to trap those slowly sprouting feelings.
Finally, the part about imagination is covered with maple leaves.
The picture is carefully sketched, and every painting is trivial.
Count the fragrance of each flower from left to right.
I have read all the details of the forest, including the rain before early spring.
Spring, as an ambiguity, is a world of its own.
So the flight path has always been circuitous.
An increasingly rare butterfly is classified as love.
Somewhere, the charm described by delicate words slowly ferments into intuition.
The pond is preheated visually, and the ending story is so perfect.
The visibility of oxygen is getting stronger and stronger on such a black and white night.
Who was trapped by those lights? Many times, the trap is not direct.
In the moonlight, the threat in the swamp leans heavily to the shore.
It is still suitable for women to understand everything that can't be described in words.
For example, this kind of rose is always in the right season.
A locker room without gravity
Steps of applying upper lip honey and random and occasional reproduction
There is a genetic similarity.
The fragile mind of false eyelashes has always been punctual.
Those subtle calculations of emotions may be wet.
Pink stilettos have certain communication gestures under alcohol.
So those who don't resist are classified as food.
This is usually how Apple Light began to write on a mercury mirror.
A row of healthy wheat-colored skin appeared on the front page of the newspaper.
Outstanding verse, extremely suitable for the index finger and middle finger mixed with smoky smell.
At this time, pink lip gloss continues to interview those who lie.
Su Yan has been complaining about something missing.
After personification, in order to keep the advantage of swimming, crow's feet were collectively discarded.
No one can accurately measure which smiles are arranged.
How many stories can the pores after makeup removal have?
In the weightless locker room, all survival is hidden.
Unable to express in words.
How much desire does it take to draw a shape that stretches all the time?
And whose decision is so reckless, this shadow has been fixed and played since then.
After all, the shade is still unimaginative, and from now on it is just an armchair strategist.
About the church that never appeared at the latitude beyond the horizon.
The voice of prayer is always opaque and always lacks the weight that extends all the way.
The original stained glass windows have been creating a feeling of paradise.
The way they describe lips is too packaged.
Words have degenerated into habits, and it is called vagrancy to calculate the distance with strokes.
Those who continue to wander and go straight ahead are obviously flustered.
Those turning points that have never been reported have a clear direction.
Sexual imagination has been folded into white paper, so they are afraid of getting dirty.
What has been avoided is too neat sunshine, too like a church.
Continue to wander in these last two lines, but lack imagination of distance.
The stereoscopic pleasure of stiletto heels is still extremely depressed and cultivated.
Therefore.
How to edit the foreplay if it is too long?
Too much courtesy is done to be caring and attentive.
There is a direct conflict, but there is no specific prospect.
She has been using soft focus to deal with those pleasures.
Sweat flowing on the skin is therefore difficult to cultivate for a long time with close-ups.
The last thing we can expect here is budding imagination.
The flowering ceremony in front of the camera is not original because of the generality of the flowering period.
She lay parallel in her usual way of pushing the track.
Although cold, her smile is not easy to shake.
The happiness in the picture is also yellow.
The folded time mirror is actually unnatural.
The lighting at the scene is too strong, and many key emotions are seriously exposed.
The breathing and wheezing in the dialogue are not in the script, so that the split mirror is messy.
Occasionally, she stops to grieve for a few seconds, but only occasionally appears a few times.
But her acting skills have never been flawed, so the story has been developing.
scenic postcard
Egrets stand in the countryside visually, but the lines of the wind are not new.
Like smoke in the distant view, it is beautiful but can't move forward.
The smell that can be linked is the eaves where swallows nest.
As beautiful as a wet rice field in early spring, but still unable to move forward.
Of course, you don't have to have a picture of marble soda.
In fact, this sentence of quadrangle alone is enough for childhood.
I really don't need too many memories of my past.
Blurred color
The smell of sawdust being scraped up is like a completely infatuated plot.
My only regret from beginning to end comes from the lies I told, which are not pure white and beautiful.
Like drinking you with your eyes, having a hangover, and so on.
At night, I carefully carved the yellow first quarter moon and customized a hook-shaped ending.
Finally, I can't bear to erase and destroy every emotion in my memory.
After years of constant ambiguity, I got to know Burgundy after fermentation.
You will always smell better in my memory.
Ring is an adjective here.
Ring is an adjective here to describe a kind of external behavior of Hermon.
Swearing is classified as a proper noun, which is a specific ceremony in a certain time and space.
Try not to explain romance, otherwise it will be embarrassing to mate in the end.
All courtship processes are ongoing now, but the word forever.
Never, never will be the key word.
I thought the same thing.
It's not obvious on the telephone pole.
I secretly love myself and arranged a sentence that is not very complete.
Palpitation, missing, smirking, persistence, hesitation
All of a sudden, we're completely out of place.
After nightfall, the broken glass of all street lamps is stinging.
The so-called beauty
A sigh fell on the corner of my closest childhood.
There is a kind of sadness that is not exaggerated and polluted.
So I finally understand.
So I finally know some choices I have to make.
Just like maple leaves should be accompanied by some bleak emotions and some bumps.
Then I love you so much.
On a day when I shouldn't wake up
Keep raising in order to keep it up.
This city only rises slowly after the whole hangover is over.
I never have time to travel. You look more complete.
What is a meteor for?
The dialogue in the idol drama is of course used to make wishes.
But I think watching this picture with you is for fun.
But they say it's too simple.
So I began to look for the same rhyming words about love.
Forever smiling face vows and reluctant goodbye.
The smoky past has been burning incompletely.
My easy-to-understand mind
So I started writing a poem for you every day.
Like dandelion seeds floating in the wind to strange cities.
Dandelion cannot choose where it will land.
I don't know how long it will take to forget your face.
cut/shed/downsize the number of the staff
I remember it was raining in Mao Mao that day.
I'm looking for you who have left here.
I think of you crying and saying goodbye.
They laughed and said these three lines.
It's just a dirty word.
Grammatically, it is too simple and plain, and the vernacular has no cohesion.
Lack of literary accomplishment in word meaning
Literally like the tone of love between middle school students.
Be despised and despised in the eyes of poets.
Look down upon it at all.
In the country of poetry, it is doomed to be completely rejected.
Alas, it turns out that some things are redundant to explain.
Where will they know these three lines?
In the play
Memories of distant wheat fields are like steps.
Crops harvest in autumn and loneliness is endless.
Fate is always a little bit. Maybe maybe you are my married wife in a previous life.
I'd rather be in the game than you.
I am writing a book, leaving this mountain, I am full of sighs, and finally
I am fascinated by flowers, just as you miss me like a flute.
The clouds in Shan Lan are green with moss. I went upstream just to meet you.
Youth played another game.
The scenery is flawless.
In this rich place
The color of the street view is yellow.
The mood at the moment is very suitable for dimming.
The layering of the brewing plot.
I am still used to telling stories.
The warmth of hand-painted mirrors.
Desk, chair, schoolbag, blackboard
Our youth is staged again.
There are some beautiful things that are quickly turned out by splicing.
The smile in the foreground is natural.
Dear Destiny was briefly played.
Blessing has stopped for a long time.
I have sailed the farthest drifting boat.
I twisted the past one by one by moonlight.
Memory is like an extremely slow and insoluble sugar.
Maybe the ebbing waves are too late to dry.
Or maybe I should never have gone ashore in my life.
After years of screening, it can still remain intact on the beach.
There must be some special shape.
For example, fold a newspaper and get ready to set sail.
The expanding imagination of my childhood.
Years later
Butterfly specimens are like carefully preserved winds.
I said, no matter how splendid fate is.
It's just those of us who whizzed by.
self-abased
Bend the weak side into a poem
The first line of words shot like an arrow.
Stinging viciousness.
still
The whole spring was spoiled by dusk.
The more ambiguous and persistent virgins are fed, the better.
The rippling seasonal color temperature in the pool is yellow.
I wrote these short lines, trying to describe the taste of the bud.
The sunset behind is being written off, still lusting after youth.
The twelfth moon
What snow-white kisses, frozen tears and sub-zero heartache
Tired of beautifying the so-called spotless life with words.
Sometimes I just want to say something simply.
It's fucking cold.
Please come in and enjoy my sadness.
It's too capricious to keep changing in front of the subject.
It turns out that youth can be cut so cleanly.
Released silently in the world of sixteen to nine.
The decision in my heart has no lines.
Honey, those flashes are not love.
It is my sorrow that I can't be appreciated alone.
Rewinding
Describe these flowers in black and white. This winter is waiting for you to open them.
The snow in the corners of the mouth melts quickly, unexpectedly.
What I said will never come back in vain.
All the way to parallel love
Write letters with thoughts, so care is sealed in a glass bottle.
The only thing I can do at the moment is to press the cork tightly.
There are always parallel voices in the scenery where we are all.
I said a lot with my imagination, or maybe you were listening.
He has a temperament called talent.
Darren, a friend I have known for many years, is going to release an album.
Cover design, doll sculpture, illustrations and graffiti of all books.
These are all related to the field of design aesthetics, but they can't beat him.
In this collage box is a photo I collaged for him many years ago.
He is also in the plays I directed, Coral Sea, Preface to Lanting and pandaren.
Jay and I support each other with practical actions, and we don't just talk nonsense.
He made a lot of efforts, including drama music and dialogue with design.
And the cover and poster design of this album are also from his hands.
But if we use one word to describe Darren, we can only say that he is unlucky.
I hope his efforts in this new album will be equally rewarded.
The Lang Hua Brothers' unique singer's personality characteristics with various styles are fatal.
This spring, they painted with music and wrote in the form of waves.
It's Darren and another singer, Changqing's answer to the world.
No, honey, honey.
Just like bangs, the symbol of anti-war can be a pigeon.
So what color is transparent and clear?
There is some happiness in this roundabout way.
Yes, I have been singing to you indirectly with words.
Tea stains in Buddhist scriptures
The shower knocked on the wooden fish lamp and grabbed all the moonlight.
The wall is like a wisp of history, and the Zen temple thousands of years ago can be so concrete.
A scene of the ancient temple was painted with tea and green, which excavated the memory of the Iraqis.
The sky is like washing a lot of brothel smoke and rain, stirring the pen of literati.
Break one's soul like running water
The echo of the knife when it is drawn is still tender.
I only smell the tears after the horse was swept away.
After a while, weeds rained down.
After all, the world of mortals swept away, who followed?
On the way, there is another thing that is not true.
The nib is cold and will burn for a lifetime.
I crush my soul with deep affection like running water.
Under the lamp
After reading under the lamp, Jin Yong consciously made great contributions to poetry.
Wash and drain the moonlight and scoop a spoonful of ugly tea.
A yellow calligraphy falls between heaven and earth.
This ink color is poetic in the dialogue of imitating Zen, and poetry is easy to produce fake paintings.
Put aside the residual poems first, kill or not.
Heroes are just a few handsome chapters.
Ordinary family between poetry and non-poetry
Unexpectedly, the smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up to the horizon.
Spiritual affairs
A thousand years ago, Han Li and I wrote Tang poems together.
And this life I began to write lyrics for you.
A woman who lived in Chang 'an in her previous life.
It's my idea of reincarnation.
Some memory layers in the anterior lobe of the brain
Some memory layers in the frontal lobe of the brain
The aquatic plants in the oasis are extremely fertile and lush.
The fierce blade of Takan.
And then I can't remember what it is.
A lonely city in Mobei that can't be outlined with a pen.
Pure white paper is describing a bloody expedition.
I carefully explained the composition of this article word by word with a pen.
Is to cut open the cerebellum and dig the grave of the hippocampus
Check the cross section of brain cells to compare more problems.
This article finally began to have some flavor of the Western Han Dynasty.
In my hometown, roots were dug and crops were burned.
And then I can't remember what it is.
Camel bells in Dunhuang and the sound of Qiang flute in the distance
Monks lost their pious business trip and were sacrificed along the way.
The lamp in this room began to look for the god of faith.
My messy handwriting finally broke through the city gate.
My bloody armor was aimed at by many arrows.
You tied a rope to the beam and said that reincarnation had to wait.
What do you call this life, dear?
Hero tomb
Even if the general is facing a big Tang Dynasty.
The embroidered shoes in this restaurant make Jiangshan so euphemistic.
Bile is still hanging on the beam outside the eaves, and the waist is thin in the sunset.
But it has sunk into the dyehouse of Iraqi boudoir.
The wine flag fluttered wildly, and the beauty flashed back.
Should be the inn where the knife fell, but let a piece of rice paper shuttle back and forth between the fish and the goose.
The hand holding the pen is not strong enough, but the poem hanging on the wrist has begun to show its edge.
Chinese characters can be so delicate and affectionate.
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