Poetry/Liu
a plum blossom
Choose a season
She smiled
For this season
Plum blossoms don't care.
just as
A typo she casually wrote.
But this season,
But he suffered internal injuries from Xiang.
It can't blossom.
Can't bear fruit.
a plum blossom
She drove quietly.
a season
But the leaves fall early.
daisy
Daisy, it's so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary,
An indescribable beauty!
Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad!
I am listening to music at the moment!
In my mind ... I became a wisp of wind.
Fly over the green country road;
Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan;
Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance!
The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse.
Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear!
I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes!
Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know .....
The chrysanthemums in my dreams will never wither,
Will always exude its faint fragrance. ........