How I miss modern poetry.

How I miss modern poetry 1.

Take you to the seaside to listen to the wind

Holding your hand

Stroll on the beach

Your long white dress

dance with the wind

How much do I want?

Take you to the seaside to listen to the wind

Run with you

Chasing the waves

Your waterfall hair

Fly high in the air

How much do I want?

Take you to the seaside to listen to the wind

You snuggled up to me

I look deep into your eyes.

In your clear eyes

Reflect a little starry sky

How much do I want?

Take you to the seaside to listen to the wind

On a clear night

Look at the bright moon rising on the sea

Take a closer look at the jade plate

Is there a Guanghan Palace?

How much do I want?

Take you to the seaside to listen to the wind

I hold you in my arms.

You cling to my chest

Listen to our hearts quietly.

Beat at the same rhythm

How I miss modern poetry. I miss a breeze.

Hold the hand of the cloud

Walking through mountains and rivers.

A piece of white was collected in winter.

Pick up the green branches hanging in the years.

Listening to the drizzle beating the rhythm of spring

Little by little, it's all poetry.

I want to be a breeze.

Watch the fog overlap with the sea peak, and listen to the twilight drum and the morning bell.

Meditation. Meditation.

On the gathering and separation of the world

Wash troubles with words

The elegance and freedom flowing from a place.

Walk with the sunshine

I want to be a breeze.

Under the moonlight, I miss you.

Gently put down the dull notes and let your thoughts dye into poetry.

Inject a soft feeling into the pen.

Love stories at the ferry during the Spring Festival.

Picking up the past scenery will enrich the years.

I want to be a breeze.

Leisurely between heaven and earth

Express a dream in your heart.

Listen to the voice of nature.

Spread all languages into a gorgeous season.

Indulge in every bouquet of blooming purples in the fleeting time.

I want to be a breeze.

Indulge in the sea of flowers

Wandering in the maple red in autumn

Countless fascinating times float in the depths.

To catch those bright and warm dreams.

How I wish it were a wisp of wind. ...