First love is like an olive just picked, sour and astringent. Although many years have passed since that day, memories can still reach my heart from my throat.
First love is like colorful fruit soaked in a glass honeypot, so beautiful, so transparent, so enviable and so dreamy.
First love is like a cup of freshly brewed green tea. People passing by can smell a faint fragrance, which is intoxicating and refreshing. It always makes people feel calm and refreshing.
First love is like a cup of strong tea. It is a little bitter at first, but it will be bitter after three cups.
First love is like a good bottle of wine. It is a little sweet at first, but you will feel mellow after careful tasting.
2. There is a poem about first love, "It was a happy snow".
Fortunately, I used to be
A happy snow
Covered by the warmth of your night
The dark bottom, unstoppable
Fate will rot. but I ...
I don't want to be sad about my life anymore.
In the lonely wind, I will still
Open the pain
Go through the years
For the old petals falling for you
postscript
When I say this,
God, it's getting dark.
I was here all night.
With patient starlight
Confrontation, more and more
Noble loneliness
I believe in the cool dawn
Will fill me up
A life hollowed out by darkness
A night without you
A night without you
The light is cold, pillow
Very lonely
I am holding a book.
Repeat you
The act of turning over a book under a lamp.
I just want to.
In the clatter of pages
Find a wisp
Happiness is with you.
Six months ago today.
Six months ago today.
A sea breeze opened the horizon.
Blow into my page
Since then, in my poems.
The waves are everywhere. sea
At my whispering fingertips.
warm up
Away from the sea
Stop and look back.
Life is not empty blue.
Like a flower, not a flower.
Be in a vague mental state
I'll never see the sea.
Soft heart
Always away from the sea.
I just know, originally.
I am in the arms of love.
Favorite petrel
miss
Like floating osmanthus. At night
Gently touching.
You are in the distance, in the moonlight flowing sea.
Did you hear the coconut wind blowing the curtains?
that's me
Blow the tenderness of Qianshan into your heart.
I miss your light a little lonely.
A little sad. Tears of double pillows
In the dark, remember your thick beard.
A warm smile
Honey, I know
Love is always complete because of parting, and fragrant because of missing.
Hidden pain
This is an open wound.
Hide in the stamens
"Rooted in the soil of love, saved by warmth.
Destroyed by desire. "
I closed my eyes and looked for a quiet futon.
Why do you turn into smoke to haunt me?
Let me comb my hair.
Still floating in the floating dust, reluctant to fall?
Hope to adopt