Modern Poetry on Chinese Valentine's Day 1
The faint sound of waves comes with the wind
The white mist is long
That is the memory of when< /p>
It actually hurts this night
Baby, it’s Chinese Valentine’s Day
And the stars are in the sky
The heart is in the world
< p> Tonight we are always looking at the distant Milky WayWhat a brilliant constellation
What a poignant legend
Please Come with me, baby
Come to the water town of Jiangnan
There are always lotus lanterns tonight
Meandering through the river
Let me see You light the lantern with your bare hands
Let you look at my gentle gaze
Tonight the past comes again with the water
Let me believe in you
It’s that young woman who begged for luck
I’ve been praying for a thousand years
But she just wants to be with me
To be the bride and groom together
Tonight I will accompany you across the river
Tell you that the thousand flowers of flowers
are still waiting for you
still waiting for me. Chinese Valentine's Day Modern Poetry 2
A golden hairpin
Accidentally fell into a legend
A poignant love that has been painful for thousands of years
Performed into a song under the wings of the magpie
The annual infatuated gaze
Let the surging longing surge into a river
Pick a piece of warmth and plant a piece of it Curved rainbow
Muttering like a dream in the auspicious light of Chinese Valentine's Day
It's a pity
Today's Taurus has already left its horns
On the road to heaven
And the Cowherd's crazy desire has also burned into grief
There is a song
The outcome is doomed as soon as the curtain opens
There is a feeling
It burns my heart and dries my tears before I realize it was wrong
I don’t know
Tonight’s Cowherd and Weaver Girl
p>Is it still a legend?
The clock strikes midnight
The melancholy moonlight falls under the grape trellis
That is the angel rubbing Broken sadness
Pick a petal of the heart flower at random
Mix it with the acacia beans
One by one, one by one
Counting until next fall.
Chinese Valentine's Day Modern Poetry 3
Autumn hides the heat in the arms and crushes it carefully
The crescent moon peeks at the annual affectionate gaze
My taste Drinking fragrant tea, I think of the sea you mentioned
This season must filter it into something pure and unrestrained
Tonight, someone must be reaping happiness at the beach
Far away, someone is taking a careful inventory of memories
The cup is full of your eyebrows and your smiling face
The most swaying thing is your charming promise, you must have forgotten
The cactus on the windowsill said you must still remember
That ugly thing must have become a spirit, he always told lies and deceived me
I once had a crush on a pair Lonely wings
Always want to fly over the cursed despair
I used to be obsessed with you like a sunflower longing for light
I thought I could hold the warm code and never will Forgotten
But I never thought that the blazing flame could never escape the blue light
The moon has set in the west, and the road you came from is dark and misty
< p> The wind hurt the cloud, and it can no longer find your directionMagpie Bridge must be very lively tonight, I didn’t go
Because I am not someone’s beloved Weaver Girl
There is no Cowherd on the bridge that I miss. Modern Poetry on Chinese Valentine's Day 4
The gardenia in front of the window has bloomed and faded
I can't smell it. That familiar fragrance
Fortunately, there are little orange and milky white buds
It is working hard to bloom
It supports the tenderness of late summer
The season of Beginning of Autumn
The temperature is still good
Just a little more nostalgic sadness
I just like this black night
Organizing the clothes of that season
Every piece
is a period
Clueless memories
Only
< p> Let your thoughts be like waterOverturned in the moist air tonight
The drizzle is like a song
Accompanying the sleepless night tonight
I really want to
stuff these packed clothes
and this melancholy
into a locked wardrobe
Throw away the key
Pick up the luggage
I packed it myself
I will go to the distant place I long for
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Think more
In this travel season
Go and see
The one in my memory
Let me I have forgotten it for a long time and will never forget it
The fragrance of gardenia
That autumn