This is the moment when flowers bloom.
Unfamiliar scenery, never nostalgia.
Blessed by the beauty in the wind
Only the night will hurt your pallor.
My red flowers are all dyed with fairy tales.
The year we met, it was windy in the rivers and lakes.
Blow down the flowers on the ground.
Thinking, thinking.
I am my love, and you are your intention.
A feeling of mutual concern
Obsessed with Jianghu.
That year together, together with a heart of the city.
Sing euphemistically and romantically.
A hundred years of loneliness, a thousand kinds of tenderness
Devote oneself to life
In the end, I am his city.
Ink and wash are warm and fragrant.
I read the whispers of happy dreams.
Watching ink painting go back and forth.
Listen, Ran Ran.
Salvage thousands of landscapes.
Silence does not mean forgetting.
Silence does not mean leaving.
Manbu time cloister
Twist a wisp of fragrance
Stay, a ray of warmth when you are lonely.
you
Wash affectionately
A fleeting bank
Feel the origin of life
think
Wen Yi beixinyu
Warm up for flower activities
Jane, I promised.
realize ...
Modern poetry of the heart city 2: smoke makes the Buddha colorful.
The cold of one season can't match the warmth of three generations.
Can snow melt, hope and heart cross together.
Cut a cloud and let loneliness fill your heart.
After that season in Leng Xue, I gave up the idea of dust.
Let the indifferent mood become a warm place.
It's a place called the City of the Heart.
Forget the dust and collect the glittering and translucent sustenance.
Mature old sadness
Love until flowering, ending the wandering season.
In July, lotus flowers will be picked to make soup.
Stay calm and look at your enchanting heart.
Around the favorite for many years ...
For this cold winter
Make final preparations
Your place is my most passionate date.
Dream beyond dreams
I trudged in hard shoes.
The cold moonlight soaked my haggard exhaustion.
Your eyes are as black as jewels.
Will eventually show me the way.
that night
You are fluttering in the white
Smile and wave at the end of my eyes.
The wind blows snow.
Your breath is the last warmth in my life.
Hang your vicissitudes in the mountains and rivers
It is already the best scenery in the world.
Make your shame warm and colorful.
Comparable to April on earth.
As far as my eyes can see.
It is the land where your forefinger is light.
Modern poetry in the city of the heart 3 dear
Let's go back.
Back to the unforgettable yesterday.
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Do you remember the hut in sheepskin lane?
pay attention to
Do you know the fallen leaves of buttonwood?
Be absorbed in the conversation.
And clusters of white snow flowers
Rustling and falling sound
Oh, close your eyes.
Imagine your figure.
Drunk as a fiddler.
..
You are stepping on a brisk pace.
From the Yellow River
You wave.
Driving a favorite meeting
You are not far from Wan Li. You were just leaving.
Go as soon as possible
This great love.
Seen from a distance, this is a beautiful city.
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As if predestined in a previous life.
Just like nirvana.
With you, with me, with everything we have.
Honey, do you feel it?
Do you feel this kindness? Is it sincere?
A kind of affection that I have never felt before.
Sense of mission; sense of responsibility
Strong sense of belonging
Spontaneous production
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The rustling snowflakes heard their voices.
The sky also tears, and the rain is also sensational.
So excited, so excited.
Since then, I have felt at home.
From then on, I can be with you
Hand in hand
Romantic to bald
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dear
The world has changed because of you.
Just me.