Became my dream,
With a poem,
Dreaming of the distance.
however
After the changes of time,
Will you forget,
The look on our faces when we came.
The streets of time are still long,
Beyond my wishful thinking.
Wisps of ink,
Can no longer be imitated,
What it was like when it came,
Can only put your face,
The stationery is exaggerated.
Because of you,
When splashing ink,
Look flustered.
Because of you,
I often daydream about the moon,
Often sing in the wind,
I often think about the moon,
When the temples are frosted,
I'll still wash along with Mo Xiang,
Writing for you,
Poems for you,
Crazy about you.
Years are like songs,
The familiar shadow,
Warm atrium,
Gradually alienated,
Gradually alienated,
In this melancholy poem,
Forget in the distance in the dream!
I watched Modern Poetry 2 last night and sang a little.
The fragrance of Lu Hua after the rain
Sophora japonica lost its core in front of the court.
Lonely floral fragrance
carry
Spring thoughts and summer dreams sail far away.
Autumn is coming.
Take a look at my hometown.
Shan Ye is golden.
The air is filled with the smell of fragrant rice.
The moment the sweat slipped.
The heart began to fly
The mountain wind bent the persimmon tree in front of the door.
The mountain spring has been singing.
The smiling face of Zhongshan doll harvest in autumn sunshine
Make widely known
Autumn is coming.
Take a look at my hometown.
The crops went into the granary.
Shandnur
pack one's luggage
Gently shake off the sunset on your shoulders.
Out of the village that has been wandering for thousands of years
seek
The fragrance of spring, the lotus fragrance of summer and the golden color of autumn.
Autumn is coming.
Take a look at my hometown.
The mountains are covered with bloody sunsets.
Maple leaves are scattered on the slope.
On the winding stone steps
Leaves rustle.
Shanlushang
Eighteen farewells are an expression of endless sadness.
The mountains in autumn are beautiful and desolate.
Autumn is coming.
Looking forward to modern poetry 3 life is precious
Love is more expensive.
At this time, heaven and earth
Can Tanabata be * * degrees?
look into the sky
No rain, no magpies.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl, who's coming?
breach of faith
Love is no longer
Roses and chocolates
Young men and women can't sing.
Although the cave can be broken, it can shelter from the wind and rain.
There is no rain on Tanabata.
I hope it's still under the grape trellis.
Whispering
Let love stand the secular disaster.
Invincible world
Seeing modern poetry in the night sky 4
niulang and zhinv
Do you watch it every day?
The distance of galaxies
Can you see your beloved partner on the other side?
Missing without boundaries
Qian Shan Wanshui Barrier
It's just a turning distance.
It's just who can survive endless time.
Will love disappear in the ticking sound?
Looking forward to the night of July 7th.
Crossing the insurmountable galaxy
Magpie's efforts have made a beautiful legend.
Reunion is no longer a dream.
Stars will also close their eyes shyly.
Facts have proved that looking forward is not unattainable.
Just wait for time to torture the initial heart.
Tired body and loneliness are intertwined.
Persistence has become the summer ice and snow that everyone expects.
In the night sky
niulang and zhinv
Look at each other every day.
The distance of galaxies
Achieved the eternal miracle of love.
Look at Modern Poetry 5 tonight, from your voice.
-Dedicated to Xiao Xuan, a singer who reads with her heart.
Text: Flowing clouds and flowing water
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Tonight, the whole city is asleep.
Only your voice.
Light up the night
It also ignited my dream.
With a ray of moonlight
Warm all the imagination.
Listen to me.
Heading and jointing grow in your voice.
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We met in the flower season last year.
You use a low, sweet voice
Opened a beautiful place.
It's the season when grass grows and warblers fly.
Can you come to my written invitation again?
Singing softly with you in half an acre of poetry field
Walk through the vast sea of people
Crossing the hill of poetry
Inject fragrance into the field of poetry
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I saw you in your voice tonight.
I lit up my eyes with all my blessings.
All the words are full of happiness, happiness and happiness.
All wishes are wishful thinking, safe and auspicious.
My words are my wings.
Fly from my north to the south with you
As long as you are happy.
Is the best wish of my life.
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Tonight, please allow me.
Harvest the sound above your voice.
Catch the imagination beyond my imagination.
Let my thoughts flow away.
A sail full of wind
Sail with your voice