Modern Poetry of Cherry Blossoms

The modern poems of Sakura 1 are full of my careful thinking.

Purple wind, pink charm

In the phonograph in the corner.

Continue to describe

It's your solid face

Meaningless words

Meaningless change

Have nothing to wait for

Unnecessary pain

Meaningless XXX

blue sky

White clouds or night light

Then the sky was full of sakura rain.

I can fill your heart in an instant.

Full of intoxication

I woke up fascinated by your shadow.

I once captured a picture.

There are also dim lights at night.

Sing like a song

With a white skirt.

I am already drunk in my heart.

Can I have a ladder?

I want to cross, but it's hard to climb.

Step by step to your heart, to your mouth.

After all, I swallowed it

I want to protect your happiness.

calmly

Don't mention it again.

Modern Poetry of Cherry Blossoms 2 as the Footsteps of Spring

Step on the hurried drums and come lightly.

I was stationed in the camp at the end of winter.

Meet the sacred and solemn baptism

Please don't be infatuated with this falling cloud.

That's not my blushing face.

But it's more like a burning flame in my heart.

This is a high-profile season.

In the world of black and pink, you sing and we appear.

Free blooming is the eternal theme of pursuit.

Please pick up what is left in your heart.

Jump on the noblest branch and dance heartily.

Even with the heaviest shackles.

You should also sleep peacefully with a wisp of fragrance on your pillow.

But why?

Every time I touch the pulse of spring

I haven't had time to pour out my love.

Fragments, one by one, fell coldly.

Just ruthlessly put my last kiss

Turn into a wisp of spring mud

Buried in the wind and rain

The meaning of life

Not for a spectacular scene.

I am willing to hide behind people.

Become a spirit left behind.

Look sideways at the footprints of spring.

Spark of thought

Shining in the hurried footsteps of pedestrians ...

I dyed the snow white yesterday.

Today, cherry blossoms are crying to me.

Muddy footprints

Can't wave

Shouting is also futile.

Can't leave that trace of residual image.

Looking back at that moment. Sad and beautiful.

Sharp words

day after day

Paleness in gray

Like an old face

Hang one's eyelids and head.

As if sobbing.

Rolling on two cymbal crystals.

Who is crying?

it's you

It's still me

Maybe it's just God's mercy on me.

Silently looking forward to the dawn

Tears silently.

Sad alone, endure separation alone

Huayou instantly became absolutely beautiful.

White to red, slender fingers and slender fibers.

Mu Yingsheng is as wonderful as you.

Ruthlessly fall into the water of love flowers

Tears faintly remind of yesterday.

Flowers are sentimental, hearts are sentimental.

The remaining sepals fall freely.

Disappearing arm

Disappearing kiss

Your fragrance is still fading on your lips.

I still have your temperature on my chest.

Your worries

I can't feel it anymore.

Just now

Mu Yinghua still won't give up on me.

Very sad, I accompany.

Count how many petals abandoned it.

How many petals are left?

Never give up.

Take a look and listen.

Who abandoned it?

Who else is worth cherishing?

Today, I lent my shoulder to KINOMOTO SAKURA.

So it can cry to me quietly.

Today, I see those affectionate or heartless flowers.

Leave one by one.

Know what you need to cherish.

Today, I heard it cry.

Who will take care of it and let it grow up?

Who gave it everything?

And who abandoned it?

today

today

I stayed with it.

See the light before dawn

Sakura Modern Poetry 4 Ganghedu

20xx March 23rd

The flower of self-confidence

Don't need green leaves to support.

Just a little warm breath.

It will be brilliant and flourishing.

You come from the severe winter.

There are snowflakes on my body.

Please keep that clear and transparent heart.

In this season of falling English, flying insects and flying grass.

KINOMOTO SAKURA has its own.

KINOMOTO SAKURA's integrity

When you came, it was like a dream.

When you leave, it falls like snow.

year after year

We wandered under the cherry tree.

Sometimes it goes too far.

Sometimes it seems to go back in time.

But the days when everything was engraved are gone forever.

Because of the branch of time

No more driving

Yesterday's flower