pretend
Butterflies are guarding jasmine flowers.
Pretend to look at the distant scenery
The eaves fell in love with wind chimes.
Pretend that all he likes is the sound of the wind.
The wind chased dandelions all the way.
Pretend it's just a journey without direction.
And I'm sitting in the corner of your busy life, writing poems.
I don't care about those things of yours.
You may feel the same way as me at the moment.
PS: She sat in front of me and chatted with other girls. I was immersed in my homework and pretended to be serious, but my homework was blank.
second
Tortoise lost on the shore
Broken tortoise shells, corroded soles, dehydrated internal organs
And the bloody sunshine in the eyes of gray mung beans.
The low-flying flies leave enough room for imagination.
Looking back, the water mark evaporated into blood and smirked and described it as wandering.
Then continue to extend your yearning to the distance.
He is opinionated.
In fact, it only comes from his glory of hunting sardines in shallow water.
PS: No matter how difficult the situation is, I won't give up. Think about how proud I was. It's not that I have no potential, it's that I'm unlucky.
/kloc-friends before 0/5 years old, if it weren't for you, if it weren't for those beautiful memories, I wouldn't be alive now. Thank you!
third place
Waiting for falcon
If it is arrogant, it can cover the face of mountains and rivers.
But why are you waiting alone on the branches of the bald tree?
Beware of hungry vultures hovering from time to time.
The three-inch three-point sword buried in the ground is rusty.
The swordsman knelt down with his sword in his hand and bowed his head. It was fifteen years of silence.
The years are mottled with flesh and blood. Why don't you look up?
the original
Fall on the shoulder, a person, a bird wandering the world.
It gave up waiting for you.
fourth
A reasonable explanation about haunted.
Listen to the wind blowing in the Gobi desert in the middle of the night.
The stove in the military tent burns in spring.
A touch of dazzling crimson blooms on the touched white mattress.
She still doesn't understand that she's leaving, really.
Fame is just like the description of floating dust all over the sky
People crying is an inevitable heartache.
But a bonfire can't desecrate your spotless face.
I said no, absolutely not.
The thin horse carries you farther and farther, waving goodbye to me from time to time.
The picture of you disappearing in the distance was messed up by the wind and sand.
The general's attachment was compared to the dust that lingered for miles after he left.
I am a mess. I'm really messy.
Flying arrows covered the sunrise on the wall.
Blood lines are densely intertwined into fog in mid-air.
A bloody gun delayed death until sunset the next day.
My only fear is the loneliness of your crying heart.
The photo she was waiting for was cut into blurred illustrations.
The dust turned into a worn-out old book.
There was no one in the middle of the night. I can guess that the wind is turning over the books.
But listen to the yellowed pages.
Who is crying?
Fifth place
have one-sided love for sb
If you don't peek so carefully every time you fall in love.
Why is the embarrassment of the past so sweet?
Sixth
I ate fish last Saturday and got stuck in my throat by a fishbone. Still in there, painful ~
For the first time in my life, to commemorate it, a plain poem, quack ~ ~
The fishbone got stuck in the throat.
Fishbone stuck on the wall of esophageal cavity.
In a way that is close to both sides.
Ironically, a mouthful of old vinegar is sour but not corrosive to sauerkraut.
Accept helplessness and continue to be presumptuous.
Of course, he is tired sometimes.
Recall the romance between seaweed in those days.
And the happiness that belongs only to fish.
Because of his good nature, he never leaves his name.
You just need to remember me.
A thorn stuck in the throat
PS: I admit, this is the most boring poem I have ever written ~
However, this simple poem fully shows that I live a romantic life, right ~ ~
That's good!
Seventh place
An easy-to-imagine perspective
45-degree sunlight helps the iris to show bright colors.
The scenery outside the window flies all the way and never stops.
The beautiful scenery just passes through your pink hat brim.
Fluttering can't beat your side face all spring.
No.8
be tired of
bubble
Floating (in the air)
bang
no
PS: actually, I'm very busy ~
Ninth place
Spill ink
The turbulent waves in the sky splashed a piece of filth.
In the depths of ink accumulation, there is a bright wasteland.
There is a long pavilion at the waist of the mountain. I can't see Iraqis, but I can see a few tears squeezed out.
Panasonic is not holding tea, but coffee.
Master, what can you do?
The thin eardrum can bear the heartbreak of millions of Yan Hui.
No. 10
totem
The grassland expanded into a rainforest.
The courage to raise the soul
Suddenly I saw wild animals.
Naked image
No. 1 1
Baihe cemetery
Crows croak on dead branches, and the full moon breaks like a mirror.
Thousands of miles away in the cemetery, I wandered around looking for your soul.
The right hand raised a jack-o'-lantern to illuminate a line of tears carved on the tombstone.
I sat down quietly, and you in the black and white photo comforted me with a smile.
Your smell permeates the soil and moistens the air.
I touched the inscription carefully and felt the smile on the corner of your coffin.
As for the mystery that the lilies in front of your grave never fade in four seasons.
I don't think this is love.
When the moon is full, it cries in the cemetery.
PS: There is a cemetery on the outskirts of melton town in western England, which was built by the Duke of Hebrew in 1554 for his little daughter who died unfortunately. The duke's daughter liked lilies before her death, so the cemetery was named Lily Cemetery. The cemetery has a vast area and quiet environment. Every spring, lilies bloom and the garden is full of fragrance ... For hundreds of years, this town has been full of accidents.
No. 12
Love that can't be sent out
I carefully painted your side face and folded it into a plane to fly in this autumn.
Qian Shan Wanshui Peak turns around.
What I want to convey to you is this 1000 low-key love day and night.
But in the end, I fell into the autumn wind and ran aground in the fallen leaves.
Before disappearing, it looked at the sky and sighed.
It's too far
No. 13
Song Tao woke up from a dream.
Pine trees swing from one floor to another like waves.
Blue robes are flying and bamboo flutes are flowing in the moonlight.
It is clear that the spring is spinning, but why does it echo the desolation of the field?
You won't know until the flute stops suddenly and the dream wakes up.
Thirty years of flute dreams have nothing to do with me and Xiao, and nothing to do with you.
It turns out.
The bleak wind and rain are all over the sky
No. 14
Green wine and red light.
I walked through the glass window on the sidewalk and admired the beautiful expression in your cafe.
She looked back at me through the window and was moved by the extremely detailed neon lights.
If you get the right experience, you won't get emotional.
You, me, her and the neon lights on the corner
They are just each other's past scenery.
No. 15
spirit
Obviously held her breath. Who is breathing?
The eyes are deserted, how can the fragrance of orchids linger on the tip of the nose?
I opened a pair of clear eyes in the cold darkness of the monument wall.
Why does dancing white silk remind people of the illusion of skirts?
The phosphorus fire is green and faint, just like who thinks.
Why are you obsessed with who is right and who is wrong?
The obsession that lingers in the world is guided to the northwest corner of the starry sky.
A place full of happiness is called heaven.
No. 16
The story of cancer
I want to meet the beautiful sunset in the starry sky, and I dream that the night can flow into dusk actively.
Who secretly loves blue jasmine, but is covered up by butterflies in the flowers as a secret?
Calculate in time whether the distance between the branches and the ground can fly through the whole autumn.
Wandering poets have an illusion that they will spend a whole first love before the end of the poem.
I can only use the above three and a half lame metaphors to express the style of Cancer.
I like you.
No. 17
It can almost be defined as an encouragement to human nature.
No.265438 +0 is the first day of formal school. When I was studying in the afternoon, an uncle with dry wood broke into the class, saying that the water dispenser needed to be disinfected during the winter vacation, and then moved away.
After dinner, I went to work early and saw the water dispenser coming back. There is half a bucket of water in it and the heating indicator is on. I picked up the cup to pick up half a cup. ...
It can almost be defined as an encouragement to human nature.
Hydrochloric acid used for disinfection of drinking fountains is inferior and close to the lower limit.
The culprit who forgot to post the slogan was summarized as a bastard egg by human beings in extremely incisive language.
The taste buds are completely destroyed, and the tongue cannot judge the taste that humans have never dared to try.
But the teeth are extraordinary, and a large amount of carbon dioxide produced by neutralization reaction is immediately recognized.
The toilet is nicknamed the toilet, and it spits out dilute hydrochloric acid close to body temperature.
Don't rush to claim that the taste is just a little salty.
From the fourth tooth on the right, there is an unknown organ 67 degrees below the throat.
You'll find it later.
It can be created as long as there is the right stimulus.
A wonderful spring full of hints and imagination.
No. 18
slander
You burned my knowledge of you accumulated in several seasons with a touch of eye-catching red.
However, the bright camellias should be in the carefully selected season.
You dress up casually and push forward the whole spring without measure.
And cruelly forced the self-righteous fragrance that bloomed in the cold to wither prematurely.
Locked in your picture, it's hard to breathe.
So I tried to discredit your talent with these flustered words.
No. 19
Three cross confessions with slight back spasms.
In fact, for more than four months, all the second people said
Are written to the same person in a very specific way.
20(th)
Too much is too vague.
The fragrant ocean spreads far away, and the colors flow with the wind.
The impulse to kiss between flowers in the downtown area boils and rises to break through the mercury tube
Butterflies fly around the tip of your nose, looking for your shy bun line.
Dripping sweet sweat, 38 degrees high temperature, ambiguous, plump, inexhaustible.
No.2 1
look
The final landscape can't stand falling leaves.
Humble comfort is who put this broken red maple on the page
Full ears of wheat are on the verge of harvest, so there is no hope except autumn.
But the scarecrow stood looking at the distance and refused to give up the southwest sky.
22(nd)
I haven't decided on the title yet.
Moisture is questioned. Si Nuo tried to recall the memory before freezing point.
Poplar suddenly let go and smiled and rotted its roots in the frozen soil.
Fortunately, I smelled your news in the south monsoon, the first shareholder.
Finally, when the flood receded, roses sprouted on the beach.
No.23
subtle
There is a subtle change in the transitional season between winter and summer.
It's a bit strange that camellia failed without falling down.
The ambiguous concentration in the air is just the tone of the west wind.
The viscosity of the clouds dissolved in the pond is increasing.
A rain in an unknown season will destroy all knowledge about this landscape.
The sunshine increased to 75 degrees, and the flowers and plants regrouped just right.
The greasy petals and thin hopes are just suitable for the rich mood of this season.
I just can't find the subtlety of the original shock point again.
24(th)
Bless those who are still suffering from hunger in Asia, Africa and Latin America.
I missed the growth rhythm of luxury flowers all summer.
Happiness fed by Daoxiang made a cup of green tea in the yard.
Hungry, living under the eaves, carefree before moving away.
25(th)
Lost dream
Only in deep sleep will the brain nerves be impulsive.
Only in this way can we realize some rough contents in the historical process of flood and wasteland evolution.
Rational analysis, clear logic, continue deep processing with secular experience.
Fortunately, the thinking ability of human amateurs is not enough to completely solve it.
Domestic pigs occasionally stare blankly at the trough when they are full.
People who are good at thinking will never understand the most primitive and complete dreams.
Curled up in the seat, trying to weld the broken brain nerve.
Only to find that I can't remember a lot of feelings after a geography class.
26(th)
miss
Dusk burned the sky in the northwest corner.
Like a powerless impulse
Those who can't open their mouths are drowned in the noisy confession.
There are several liters of untouched feelings in the bottle that crosses the ocean.
Maybe what I missed was not love.
It's just a red maple falling in midsummer.
No.27
In the name of dreams
The deteriorated book fragrance reflects the temptation of nicotine color.
Who will notice the mottled sunshine in the corner of the classroom?
And the warm smell in the air is a little sour.
But the iris of spring breeze is always in the corner of the landscape.
A bearded face is always full of regrets.
Is the fatigue of a day bitter or happy?
It is better to open the package than to doubt it.
Re-examine the dream of picking all the way.
28(th)
Crown Prince's Notes
( 1)
I heard that the most perfect form of death can really be to turn a cocoon into a butterfly.
Now that I recall the tide, I might as well have a rest in the shade of peach trees on the roadside.
Missing pierces the skin, and the litchi growing crazily in my hands is swaying in the wind.
So the picture jumped to that delicate March.
You smell the flowers carefully and listen to your heartbeat quietly.
I heard about your chronic disease.
Overnight, the little hibiscus garden was covered with grass to treat heartache.
Those fragrant secrets are quietly brewing in your little heart cellar.
The world is so big, but I can't forget the taste of your tongue.
(2)
Due to intimate habits
China has never had a geometric boundary.
The summer capital is so far away.
Will you miss the little Fusang Garden that I personally opened for you?
This has nothing to do with the snow all over the sky
The bad news from Xiadu was badly decorated.
I have traveled all over the world.
Why can't I find your butterfly?
The most beautiful ornament in the world is the red shawl on my sister Xi.
Spring silkworms that turn into butterflies have not had time to peel them.
Bodies dressed in white and covered in shame were thrown all over the country.
The skin wet with dew rotted into mud, and no one picked it up.
(3)
Finally, there is a small hibiscus garden with four seasons like spring.
In the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly, it is desolate.
No.30 "Magellan's Last Obsession"
It's always inertial thinking.
Standing at the southernmost tip of the Cordillera Mountains.
Conquer the top of the Antarctic ice sheet
The tame Patagonian falcon has long been used to it.
Focus your eyes on the intersection of latitude and longitude 60 degrees.
Once upon a time, about 1520.
Magellan ended his last trouble at Cape Horn.
Drifting into the sea, circling several times with the westerly circulation.
Now it reappears in the Drake Strait.
Has stagnated into an iceberg.
No.29 Waiting in the Mediterranean
Still unwilling to wither in this season of water shortage.
Olives then degenerated into waxy hard leaves.
If the subtropical high is the one he is waiting for.
Will God cry when he hears this?
No.30 wound
Someone once held the pulse of the earth in the Strait of Hormuz.
So a coastline that is too straight is like a blade.
Hungry wolves in Europe and America have always maintained an excellent appetite.
But even East Asian island countries are used to eating carrion.
You should also learn how vampires gracefully shake half a glass of red wine.
It is also called Song Dao rapeseed oil.
No.31issue "Youth has nothing to gain"
Love is disguised as hate.
Created this bustling rainforest.
But who cares about great artesian basin?
That poor young man
No.32
repent
The butterfly landed on the windowsill.
So this flower sea is very suitable for love.
A thousand flowers will have a thousand warm-hearted gestures.
But like it, it's not love.
Should we give up a whole sea of flowers for a camellia?
And the unpredictable heartbeat and expectation for the future.
Give me a chance to protect you every season, bloom.
Besides, turn around and leave.
~ ~ ~ Before you decide to like someone, do you need to decide to give up any affection for all other girls, including the future and the unpredictable?
I asked some friends and they said:
A: Of course not.
I can't.
C is a rogue: I actually want to go back to the era of polygamy.
This question is very realistic to me. I found a great sense of superiority from these friends' answers (excluding C).
Please give me another 43 days.
Children's shoes who like gossip, hurry up, study hard and prepare for the college entrance examination.
No.33
The consequences of nosy peeing against the wind
Just a comforting ambiguity that spans a few blocks.
The volcanic ash, which has made a lot of noise, dares to show off his understanding of the core temperature.
Public opinion believes that roses are buried deep for the sake of roots and have the best of both worlds.
Peeing at a high angle against the wind, who expects to kiss his greasy face and mouth
No.34 "skinny apology"
Fortunately, I didn't miss the flower season.
A pool of withered duckweeds has also revived emotions.
succession of the seasons
Too much friendship is a bit out of place.
So I repeatedly engraved an apology.
But the short line spacing of stationery is the distance between your cone and mine.
I still can't stand my skinny apology.
No.35
The crown prince doesn't understand the reasons for romance.
The crack in the dark clouds, the wound behind this hope is really painful.
I never care whether you understand these contents or not.
The plot of fallen leaves and dirt never involves the crisp autumn sky.
A theater without an audience can be more calm even if it ends early.
It's not that the crown prince doesn't understand romance.
It's just too bright. I'm afraid you are embarrassed.
No.36
The first season of youth
For gravel, the memory of that mountain top is really beautiful.
Do you understand that I am describing a condescending gesture?
How can butterflies be hurt by the spikes of roses?
Is superiority a supporting force or is it quietly destroying it?
Moss will grow in the desert after the whole rainy season.
Just like the dependence between you and me is unclear.
How can I have the heart to leave?
love
Can't stand expectations
I can't imitate.
How to be willing
The youth you wrote
I'm outside the story
No.37 "Non-second person"
Love sinus
Check every tone and don't miss it.
Experience based on the taste of sunshine
After the rain, the grass thought it tasted love.
Unintentional misunderstanding
It was the ambiguity I planted when I crossed the desert.
No.38 untitled
Never mind who owes who information.
I never admitted it.
Spirit sank to the bottom of the sea, and there was no news.
Is it safe or quiet at midnight?
This is just a surprise that only concerns you and me.
Finally, in the audience, I want to tell you
If love needs motivation,
I just want to know your quiet inner secret.