The color of modern poetry;
1. It's strange to look up at Mianyang and eat grass in the ocean. Shepherd is really whimsical, ten miles of peach blossoms. Thousands of flowers turn a blind eye. It's not just for fun to see cattle and sheep at the slightest sign of trouble. Regardless of other people's mentality, because innovation has a future. Being maverick is not unconventional, but thoughtful. Go your own way and catch that mouse is a good dish.
The warm wind blew off the cotton-padded jacket, and the sun added a little heat. The grass poked its head with unbearable excitement, and the dead branches could not resist the temptation to stretch out their bright yellow hands, and the wind was dyed the color of grass.
3. Seeing that the ground changed color and the tree revived, she was so jealous that she vomited blood. There has been a serious accident in nature, with colorful mountains and plains, peaches changing color and apricots coming out of the wall.
4, then she must be blue, the kind of transparency between the sky and the sea. Lazy afternoon, holding her temperature alone to find the figure in my dream, the sweetness left in the distance unconsciously becomes another world during the day, and the sweet story fermented in the sun is staged here every day, but the night without you becomes another world.
There is an air here called loneliness. I quietly watched all the joys and sorrows. I thought I was too numb to think. Missing and forgetting is actually just a habit, using indifference to cover up the room atmosphere brought by missing. Just as we have been breathing and often forget that we are breathing, we can't forget the feeling of suffocation, because it is the driving force of missing and shouting.
If the wind has color, the world must be a beautiful painting. The wind in spring is green. It dyes the fields green and brings vitality and joy to the earth. The wind in summer is red, which makes the lotus turn red and brings happiness to people. The autumn wind is yellow, which makes the fields colorful and brings a bumper harvest. The winter wind is white, which dyes the roof white and puts a white coat on the earth.