At this point, I am thousands of miles away.
The voice of the mouth, in this city.
No one can understand.
I put my hands together, not for worship.
Just to imitate your meditation posture
Say prayers in an appropriate way.
Just, never look up again.
The bright moon became an evocator.
Just looking.
You can cry.
At this time, my hometown and I
These are two equal tracks.
The gallop above is:
Air Mata Iboe
And father's.
a sigh
(2)
"I'm in bask in the quilt. I'll cover it when you come back."
At this time, the sun is warm.
Like a blooming chrysanthemum, my eyes are bright.
Every inch of my skin is warm.
(3)
Tonight, all I can repay.
Hold the pillow tightly in your arms.
Smell it. breathe
As before, in your arms.
The sunshine tastes just right.
(4)
Never know.
On such a night.
Just saying hello gently.
You can make an iron wall.
Polished into a warp wheel
At your fingertips, my heart.
Turn around gently
This world
Why burn incense and worship Buddha?
Just because you
Beautiful enough.
(5)
Chrysanthemums are in bloom.
They will never understand:
Why are my eyes full of tears?
At that moment, I hope:
Your life is as beautiful as a flower.
So, I don't say I love you.
I only said: Ann.
2. Lovers in full bloom
Author: Chen
My love.
You sprout in my eyes.
You said before you left.
Want to open a flower for me?
Soft core, hang some dew.
I don't know whether it was the rain last night or the tears tomorrow morning.
Your smile burns quietly, and after you say you bloom,
All yesterday will be reduced to ashes.
A life and a love
Yi Shi yihua
The dream of seeds is to blossom and bear fruit.
The lover's dream is brilliant and unique.
My love.
Tonight, you dress up on the stage of my life.
The sunset is a drum, dancing attentively.
It is necessary to complete the final bloom for that tearful love.
3. The memory of snow
Author: Sunset is like snow.
The red maple leaf of a tree disappeared overnight.
I haven't seen enough scenery in the autumn that I can't miss. A heavy snow, without any trace. Heavy snow wantonly covered the campus, bringing beautiful rings. The snow in Zhoushan is not strong enough or loose enough, but it won't go away. Flying overnight!
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw the beautiful scenery. Going out to fetch water is the biggest time. The ice crystals on the glass door are like a curtain of pears. I hold up my umbrella, walk into the flying world, and then blend in with the falling snowflakes.
Snowflakes fell on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I think all this is so kind, so I raise my head and open my arms, and let the snow hit me. At that moment, I was pounding with excitement.
Looking out, Changgang Mountain, which stretches in the distance, is quietly crawling in the world of snow; Up close, snowflakes fall gently on the branches, sometimes occasionally on the bent waist of the old tree. Snowflakes are everywhere, and there are pictures in the poems, which are as white as a dream, and if they are incomplete.
Suddenly I want to praise the lovely snow, but I don't know how to describe it. It is always an exaggeration to describe the purity in the world of mortals, the embodiment of beauty between heaven and earth, or the agile dancer of nature.
If this feeling is like snow, there is no trace ...
4. Believe in the future
Author: forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
5. "You are my youth"
You came quietly,
With a little naughty.
You are so naive,
Hypocrisy is irresistible
You came quietly,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
You're weak,
Freshness is your temperament,
Simplicity is your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But you cried.
Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
Happy,
Like a ray of sunshine in the dark,
The key to the soul,
Release full enthusiasm;
Happy,
Like a picture on the screen,
Exquisite and elegant,
Stretch the hazy mood;
Happy,
Like a line of poetry in an essay,
Handsome and eternal,
Let go of your rising thoughts,
Happy,
Like a sparkling lake,
Like the red flowers in Shan Ye,
Like an oasis of yellow sand,
Just like a sunny day with water. ...
Oh, are you happy?
Youth poetry
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
youth ...
Answered on 2019/09/06.
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I believe that in the future, when cobwebs mercilessly seal my stove, the smoke of ashes will sigh poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: I believe that in the future, when my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, my flowers cling to other people's feelings, and I still stubbornly write on the desolate land with frosty vines: I believe that in the future, I will swing my fingers to the horizon, and I will hold the sea of the sun with my palm and wield a warm and beautiful pen. Write with a child's pen: I firmly believe that the future is the future. I believe that people's eyes have eyelashes to push away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles and bitter sarcasm to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give enthusiasm to countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. Objective and fair evaluation Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. I firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life.
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