The world is full of emotions, but the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer makes the sound of broken ice clanging against the wall.
The love calamity in the world is nothing more than three-nine black tiles with fresh Coptis chinensis, and the sugar heart is depressed and bitter.
The world’s obsessions are nothing but weak water and thousands of layers of ice in the middle of winter, which cannot be moved by an ax or a shovel.
—— Futa Lemon Tea
There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. I can't sleep well. After the wind and rain on the screen window, I can't forget the new and old sorrows. ——"Dream of Red Mansions"
I hope there are trees in the mountains here, and you are willing to do so. Last night, the stars were just like you, without wings, but with a little connection in my heart. I hope that in the spring and autumn of the world, there is only one you in the eyes of the world, joy and sorrow. The joys and sorrows, the gains and losses are all vivid and vivid, and the affection between you and me should be so vivid and vivid.
——Lensang.
When I was young, I came across the most beautiful people in the world. The water you see is not water, but the glimmering water. Seeing the mountain is not a mountain, but an empty mountain color.
When I see you, it’s not you, it’s Xizi, the one who shares the same boat through thick and thin, the lover who wants to cross.
The bright moon is cool, you are the dawn of the world, the sea of ??people is indifferent, you are the heat of the world. My eyes are full of stars. You are a clear dream and a boat full of things. Everything is ups and downs. You are the way back to the world.
Everyone is mediocre. You are the starlight in the world, but the world is impermanent. You are the beauty of the world. All living things, you are April in the world, a dream in a yellow beam, you are a drop in the ocean, you are a drop in the ocean, you are the ocean of stars, the dangers in the world are, you are the promise in a dream. The mountains, rivers and sea are vast, you are the morning sun in April, the trees are full of prosperity, you are the desire of the heart
I want the fireworks in the first half of my life, I want the wind, frost and snow in the second half of the night, I want to be lonely and brave in spite of myself. , I want the secular dream of a pleasant journey. I want rouge color, I want decadent Tangke, I want you.
The deer once bumped into each other, but then the deer grew up. The walk is very steady and windy, but the moment I see you. My little deer pinched off the cigarette butt and told me it would jump for the last time.
I also wanted to make love while walking, but you blocked the sea of ??people all by yourself. Suddenly I like the word "jingkonggangxing". Love at first sight is too superficial, and love over time is too pale. Others may look at you, but I only secretly glance at you. Just one look and you're settled. How about never leaving again?
"Nian"
Text/Obsession
After the wine is gone, everyone disperses
You said we would say goodbye
Don’t ask about the way to go
Don’t ask about the return date
When can we see you again
I have to plant a red bean tree
Flowers outside the window It opens and sets again
The new wine warms and then cools
The sun rises and sets again
Again the joy is in vain
Little did they know < /p>
"A Tree"
Written by Hlove Wang Yahui
I want to be behind your house,
< p>Plant a tree.
You must choose a piece of fertile soil,
so that you can bury the seeds with confidence,
That piece of land,
Full of my hopes.
May he grow as he wishes,
The vines can climb up your window,
When you write,
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Becomes the fragrance of ink on the inkstone.
Summer shade,
You and the civet cat are sitting under the tree,
Cicadas are chirping,
It was the lullaby he hummed.
When the clouds are high,
The yellow leaves are carried to the windowsill by sparrows,
When the wind blows,
Stumbled into an open psalm.
The heavy snow is falling,
Standing silently,
Stay by your side for me - morning and evening, and the four seasons... …
Every time you click a like, one more flower blooms in my heart.
More original poems:
From the vicissitudes of branches and leaves, pick a bright flower and put it into the flesh of the years. I recognize you as I first met
The world owes you I give you that good night
We are just stuck at home, but many people are stuck in this winter
This article is original, please do not plagiarize without permission
< p> Author | Obsession//Hlove Wang Yahui (the poem is an original work of one poem and one article. The sentences in the opening text come from various places, thank you for the beautiful writings)Picture | Ergoute witty (thanks via Duitang Beautiful pictures and beautiful words have been deleted)