Poetry about smoking 1. Poetry about smoking
1. I put out the cigarette and lit the last one, just watching it burn quietly. At this time, the moist eyes are glittering and translucent because they are about to disappear, or for themselves.
2. Worrying about the sky has ended for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.
My brother doesn't smoke. He is lonely.
People's voices make her feel uneasy. Before he finished smoking, he got up and left, with light steps and posture like a cat.
Expecting to get drunk can't make you happy in your dreams. Time can't put out the wine of love, and distance can't open the hand of missing.
6. If a woman who doesn't smoke is faint carmine, then a woman who smokes is Datura. Women who smoke are as cold as Campbell.
7. The vitality of cigarettes is short-lived, so is the vitality of everything that consumes the soul.
8. If you can drink wine when you are lonely, then love is a hangover.
2. Poetry about smoking
1, there are road smoke in the mountains and endless wine seas.
It's a long way to smoke, so I smoke from left to right.
3, cigarettes bear morality, bitter tea and articles.
4. The scenery in the south, with thousands of miles of smoke, is known in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside Jiaoling, there is only smoke; Everyone is so busy that their pockets are gone.
5, when there is smoke, ask the sky. I don't know what cigarettes you, me, him, her, and you have in your pocket. I want to smoke and go home, but I'm afraid of the jade building. High places can't burn.
6, cigarettes before going to bed, will there be frost? . Look up and ask the moon, bow down and iron clothes.
7, crying men are afraid of their wives, and rushing to the crown is a cigarette.
8, broken bones are not afraid, to leave a smoke soul in the world.
9. No one has died since ancient times. Keep a cigarette and take pictures.
10, someone smokes and he has given up smoking; Some people quit, but he still smokes.
3. Poetry about smoking
1, sometimes a cigarette is more like a separation.
2. Smoke the first cigarette and give up smoking for you. Give me a cigarette to make all the loneliness disappear.
4. Brother is not smoking, he is lonely.
5, the vitality of cigarettes is short-lived, and the vitality of all fascinating things is short-lived. 6. Most women who smoke are beautiful and sad. There is a fragile heart hidden under the strong exterior. 7. If a woman who doesn't smoke is faint carmine, then a woman who smokes is Datura. Women who smoke are as cold as Campbell. 8. Love is a kind of injury, but women find happiness in it. Smoking is also a kind of harm, but at the same time, smoking makes women forget the harm. 9. I stubbed out the cigarette and lit the last one, just watching it burn quietly. At this time, the moist eyes are glittering and translucent because they are about to disappear, or for themselves. 10, watching it disappear gradually, smelling a faint smell in the air. The ashes I bounced off were so lonely, as lonely as me. 1 1, smoking, quiet burning, it's as simple as that, don't think about it. 12. Memory often comes out in the middle of the night with loneliness as bait and floats in her mind, so she chooses alcohol or cigarettes to anesthetize her soul under the tension of fragile nerves. 13, I don't know who said that girls without scars would not fall in love with smoking. A woman who has never been hurt will not fall in love with a wound. I don't think a woman who has never been hurt will fall in love with cigarettes. 14, at 3 pm, the number of people gradually increased to 636f70797a68696416f313332643965, and moved slowly. She wanted to stand up, saw the last cigarette in the cigarette case and sat down again. When she lit it, the match lit up the dark corner.
4. Poetry about smoking
The trend of banning smoking is just a trend. I cleverly repeated the fascinating hypocrisy. How can I hypocritically refuse that blank document and this dirty deal? I was really wrong. I was abandoned. I cut my chest with a knife. Unfortunately, no one saw me refuse tobacco and cherish my life-for smokers (Pai, Wang)), which is active in various occasions.
You are also active, a chic smoker, intoxicated in the world of cigarettes ... cigarettes often become a tool for you to release your mood. You want to find your own paradise in the smoke. It seems that all loneliness and troubles can be alleviated in one cigarette.
However, it has a paralyzing factor, which only makes you temporarily paralyze your nerves and get spiritual relief. However, reality is still reality, how can it be changed? Reality only shows you the tragedy of flying smoke rings, but it is staged on you ... When you light a cigarette, you also light the fuse of death. Tar and nicotine slowly accumulate in your lungs! Your mouth is getting drier and drier, and you are sick! Do you know that the tragedy is not only staged on you, perhaps, your fingertips still hold other people's lives, are you willing to exchange your life and other people's health for that free and easy time? Smoke, people should do what they can! Life is the most precious thing for people. Life is only once for each of us. Are you willing to let life disappear in the curl of cigarettes and lose its luster? Say goodbye to cigarettes! To stop being a slave to tobacco! Say goodbye to cigarettes! In order to find yourself! Say goodbye to cigarettes! In order to make the world fresh and bright.
5. Sentences about smoking
I don't like cigarettes and I don't smoke. But men who smoke often get my attention. It's not because of his seemingly pan appearance and beautiful posture, but because of the confusing expression on his face.
Smoke is a memory. It's a memory of beautiful details. Smoke rises like a blooming rose. The man's face is swaying in the smoke, sometimes it is a happy red rose, and sometimes it is a blue rose full of pain. More often, it is a melancholy gray rose.
When the afternoon setting sun lazily shines on the dining table through the bamboo curtain hanging on the window, the man sitting on the bamboo chair lights a slender cigarette and burns it between his slender fingers, so carefree, so mysterious, so calm and calm. Even a little deep, a little lazy, a little spoony. Smoke rises repeatedly, just like a picture scroll of history, waiting for men's deep thought and affirmation. Like many question marks in the future, men need to consider and judge. The smoke gradually dispersed, pulling men back to reality from their dreams, but what could not be dispersed was the permanent amorous feelings and dreams in men's hearts.
People say that all men who smoke have pain. In other words, only men who have pain like smoking or smoking start with pain. Then the man who smokes should be a nirvana phoenix, reborn in pain and shouting in tears. Choosing to smoke also chooses this kind of destruction.
Smoking is a kind of harm, but men enjoy it. The reason is that men should use this gentle soft injury to forget the heartbreaking pain in their hearts. Love is also a kind of injury, but men find happiness in it.
At this time, the smoke is no longer simple and pure, but a rolling wave in a man's heart, a gentle beach, the peak of lust and a beautiful bottom. Smoking has become an indispensable dependence and psychological demand in life.