The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Record the story of flowering
Say I'm sorry, I love you, and then cry.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
You can hear the sound of wild grass growing.
You can hear insects singing in the wall.
I wrote you and me in the most beautiful poem.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
I don't understand why you chose to leave.
The leaves of buttonwood trees are falling, and the green moonlight lingers outside the door.
One day the lost heart will come back.
It's like waiting all my life.
But this is the moment of meeting.
2. Poetry about summer (self-edited) "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu never dies, and it poisons my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. The north city is sad and the stork flies.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Bai Juyi was full of things and planted them for a while.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. "Miscellaneous Summer Pastoral" (I) Song Fan Chengda, Li Zijin apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. "Little Pool" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. "Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Song Sushi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. In Unknown Miscellaneous Poems, the sun in Shi Naian is scorching, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
3. Create your own summer poems. Rain washes the summer sky.
The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Write the story of that year.
Play it back like an old movie without leaving the scene.
You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then you cried.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
Since the first summer after you left.
I try to record things about you and me in the most beautiful poems.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
Oh, baby, but I still don't understand.
I don't understand why you chose to leave, and whether I will continue to wait.
The leaves of the plane floated by the roadside, and the green moonlight lingered outside the door.
One day the lost heart will come back.