Autumn is coming,
In the cool wind,
Riding on white clouds,
Walking on the fallen leaves,
Singing here comes Qiu Ge.
Holding a water bottle in autumn,
Pour the color out—
Gold splashed on the fields,
Blue is sprinkled on the waves,
Red sorghum,
Violets are stained with grapes.
Beautiful nature,
The laughter of harvest,
I saw rows of leaves,
Dancing happily in the autumn wind,
They tell their stories,
Every one of them is great,
When I dozed off on the lawn,
I overheard their secret. ......
Give me my dream camellia.
Margarita/ Margaret
Delicate and graceful in neon.
You-a white camellia.
With the speeding carriage
And the gorgeous shawl facing the wind
Your rich name
It overflows the whole Shangri-La Xiejie.
Ruman wears the branches and leaves of the French phoenix tree.
For melancholy
Dumas took the sentimental armand as his pen name.
Be a lover
Would you like to be a white lamb?
Love washed your star-like eyes.
I can see through my lover's heart
Can't see the secular ice.
You in my eyes
Through my soul, your sadness
The thought of paper crane
Maybe I should
Send you a maple leaf.
But the palm is bright red.
Anemia only occurs in autumn.
Maybe I should
Send you a flower.
But delicate and charming can't leave a lingering fragrance
It languishes in your hands.
Maybe I should
Send you a red bean.
But because of the promotion of ancient poets.
Has become extinct.
so I ... ...
Fold you a paper crane.
Let it fly to you far away.
Sing the thoughts in my heart
thank
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to harvest a spring breeze.
You gave me the whole spring.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to take a spray.
You gave me the whole ocean.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to pick a red leaf.
You gave me the whole maple grove.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to kiss a snowflake.
But you gave me a silver world.
Old ballads
Because I met unexpectedly.
I can't help feeling that the world is really small.
Life is impermanent
As if rolled up by the wind
Feathers have been blown off again.
Most afraid of being young.
But my heart is old.
The trajectory of life
Sometimes it's like putting a table.
Painted plaster.
Everything is fine with me recently.
what about you
When you are tired on the road
Might as well sing.
A long time ago, I listened to the song The Good Earth.
It will also be a green ballad.
Some words
I cherish a moment.
It was the accumulation of my feelings for three years.
There is one person I am grateful for.
Three years has taught me the truth of being a man.
There was a time when it was the hardest to forget.
That is the footprint of my growth, the encouragement of my friends.
There is a motto that has left a mark on my desk.
Be an honest person and study hard.
There is an ideal that never gives up.
Be able to gain a place in literature
There is a saying that has been hidden in my heart.
The years with friends are the most beautiful.
white snow
Such snow
Snow,
Don't step on it.
Let it be between heaven and earth
Let it be in the sun
Take your time.
calmly
snow melt
Stealing into the ground is going home.
Taking off continuously means going home.
So go to the world once.
It will remember you.
It will remember me.
It will remember all of us.
Because you didn't step on it
Because I didn't step on it
Because all of us
Cherish it equally.
This is pure-
A page of poetry without words
A painting without ink
It has countless shining eyes.
Between heaven and earth
in the sun
In a crowded world.
Blink, blink ...