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( 1)
When we met for the first time, we were at the lotus pond, and an ignorant heart and youthful feelings surged and rolled by the love river spring. When we met, you wore a white gauze skirt, pink hair bands dotted with beautiful black hair, and a pair of curved eyelashes were embedded in your clear eyes, which looked lovely. At first, we didn't talk to each other for fear of disturbing each other's world. Occasionally, our eyes are intertwined, which makes you shy, just like the bud in the middle of the pool, so pure and beautiful.
I stopped by the pool for a long time, looking at you as beautiful as a fairy, and the beautiful feelings in my heart were quietly parted and hidden in my youth.
When the dripping light rain wets the clothes of the lotus, it flows to the clear pool road and ripples. Dragonflies flapped their thin wings and kept hovering over the lotus flowers, enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of them. You panicked and looked around for shelter from the rain, and my appearance propped up a sunny day for you.
You flashed your clever eyes and smiled and said thank you to me, but your eyes were full of familiarity, just like an old friend after a long separation, so warm.
The rain, still dripping underground, hit the umbrella and splashed. You stretch out your slender fingers and try to catch the rain with your palm, but you still slip from your fingertips playfully. You are like a fairy smile, blooming in the colorful rainy season, blooming in my heart for a lifetime.
So, I silently brewed a short poem in my heart, just to commemorate the beautiful encounter in the fleeting time.
It was the wind that messed up your hair.
You bow your head slightly
The gentleness of stroking your hair with your hand
A rain fluttered with the coolness of moonlight.
Stick to your skirt and hair tips.
The pearls in the breeze are playing on the lotus leaves.
I accidentally fell into another Ye Er.
Do you know
I am deeply silent.
Just to remember your unique hair fragrance
Holding a small umbrella, we walked on the wet ground and followed closely every step. The vast pond is full of white lotus flowers, and in the beautiful petals, we hide the dialogue of colored glass, look back affectionately, and gyrate for a long time in the colorful flower season.
Despite the bleak wind and the falling rain, we stopped by the pool and talked about ancient times. On the whole history, overlooking the ancient love river, Liang Zhu is beautiful as soon as possible, spread to the world, and has a beautiful life. Meng's daughter cried in the city, stained her skirt with tears and spilled three feelings all over the floor. You sigh lightly, draw sadness on your forehead, and cover your sunny face with clouds. The wind, quietly passing by, with tears in your eyes, drifted away in the footsteps of dandelion, scattered at the end of the world, illusory, leaving no trace.
That shallow eyes, such as autumn pupil scissors.
But the rain disturbed your heart palpitations?
How does a trace of melancholy stick to your eyebrows?
Your smile messed up the raindrops.
Slide in circles in the valley
That melancholy turned out to be rain splashing in your eyes.
Ah! Your eyes
A color like amber.
In the deepest part of the years
Decorate my nightmare
The wind wipes away the tears in your eyes, and my warm words caress your fragile chest. You smiled and said, "It's good to have you!"
(2)
I often walk alone, holding a book of poetry in my hand. On the way to meet you, I sometimes wander and sometimes look around. Just to meet you again in the fleeting time. When the footsteps of dawn came slowly, I walked towards the intersection with a trace of expectation. I stood for a long time, staring at the faint light in the sky, just like your rosy face when we first met. I put my shoulders flat from time to time and stare into the distance. Do you know that in the fleeting time, I have been looking for your eyes in the place where we met?
Starless, you caressed my hair and gently promised in my ear: "Stay with me and wander around the world with you." I smiled, looked at your smart eyes safely and held you tighter. You are silent, lying quietly in my arms, enjoying the happiness of warm heart.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, I hold your hand and walk towards the end of the colorful flower season. When the butterfly flapped its thin wings and landed in your hair, I held my breath and stared, just like your black hair was pinned by a gorgeous ribbon. When the breeze comes slowly and the flowers are full of eyes, I am deeply silent, breathing this fragrant breath and enjoying this beautiful season quietly.
When the fiery red maple leaves floated down and crossed my brow, I was robbed. Withered leaves covered the quiet path and kissed the road I walked. You stop, bend down slightly, pick up a fragment, put it in my palm, and close my palm tightly. You stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear, "If flowers depend on each other, flowers can't leave each other." I smiled, stroked your supple hair, kissed your forehead gently, and left this beautiful oath in this warm lip fragrance.
When I was still immersed in the beautiful scenery of the maple forest, the wind blew my thoughts, and my thoughts were like flying butterflies. The tinkling of running water disturbed my thoughts. In the crystal clear lake, goldfish kept shaking and performing new dances. You walked briskly and excitedly to the green lake. You gently scooped up a spoonful of lake water, sprinkled it on your rosy face, and occasionally wet your hair, leaving glittering water droplets shining in the sunshine. Looking up, you waved to me hard, gently called my birth name and called me to your side. I cleaned a stone barefoot and dragged those pink canvas shoes for you. So, we sat quietly on the rock, our feet kept flapping on the water, and layers of waves fell. You said, you are a boat on the lake, and I will be the harbor of your life. I am speechless, holding your hand tightly, holding you in my arms, quietly enjoying the gentleness of the years.
"If flowers depend on each other, flowers will never leave", this beautiful oath has been silent in the wind for a long time. If it is in a fleeting time, it will witness the beauty when you and I first met. Perhaps, love at first sight, goodbye is love. In the flashy years, I sighed at each other and met you late. Meeting for the first time is like an old friend coming back. There are endless romantic stories and warm words. Looking back suddenly, I can't compare with your silent gaze, although the lyrics of a song are pouring into my heart.
The day disappears at the end of the world, and the veil of the night covers everything, making the earth sleep deeply. I don't think I fell asleep, because my life has been moving forward. When I was sleeping late at night, I was growing up quietly. When I am mature, I am like a dandelion seed, which will be dedicated to the passing wind and fly with it. I wander in the dream, bathed in the tenderness you gave me, enjoying the warmth of everything in the dream. There is no bustling city in the dream, only a companion heart, tightly attached to my chest, so hot and warm.
(3)
Walking in the world of mortals, holding a ray of sunshine, bathing in the ocean of love poems. Looking for a ray of love, wandering in the acquaintance, quietly enjoying the beauty of the first encounter.
I often look at the sky and fantasize about having an affair with you. I write a poem with a pen, and you touch the piano. Play beautiful scenery. When you are tired, lie quietly on the lawn, enjoy the blooming flowers and watch the butterflies dance.
I don't know how many stars are intoxicated in their hearts. Wave a hand, how to erase this inseparable' attachment'. No matter how beautiful the scenery in front of me is, I can't throw away my smile. Although it is common to say goodbye, it is hard to say goodbye when you really say goodbye.
When dusk kissed the sunset glow, the mountains and rivers were dyed a touch of red. The broken bridge in the sunset left a lonely back, smearing a bright sadness on the sky.
On the day you left, I faced the wind curtain and tried not to blink. I am afraid of tears, staying in my eyelids, soaking my face and stinging my heart.
Memories linger at the door of my heart and refuse to leave for a long time. When you are lying in the hospital bed, I am waiting for you quietly. Your rosy eyes are blurred by tears, and your pale fingers touch my face. I hold your hand tightly and put it on my heart. The trembling of your palm makes my eyes water. You said that the biggest wish in this life is that you can't be with me all your life. If there is an afterlife, I will be my most beautiful bride. I stroked your forehead, wiped the tears from your eyes and whispered in your ear, "Baby, you are in my heart, and you will always be the most beautiful bride." You smile faintly, but your eyes are full of helplessness, which will not help the young life that will be ruthlessly taken away by the disease. I turned around quietly, not wanting you to see my sadness, just wanting to be your shoulder safely. Perhaps, when I turn around, it is a sad farewell to life.
Open the title page of memory and look at the lost years. The old figure belongs only to those yellowed photos. Even if I cherish it, I can't protect its mottled face. I often stare at these yellowed photos and touch the familiar and fuzzy faces in them. Now, I can only wait for that wonderful memory in the bustling city with a lonely heart.
I turned over the book you left sadly, and my tears kept rolling in my heart. Trembling hands, I can hardly catch those thin stationery. Perhaps, in this life, I will never forget the short poem hidden in that letter.
Don't be sad for me when I leave.
When the sad song has quietly sounded.
It indicates that turning around is the end of time.
This everlasting love will always linger in my heart.
Illness damaged my young appearance.
That heavy heart, vicissitudes of words
The soul is particularly charming when it is held in a dream.
Ruthless illness imprisoned me in a miserable hospital bed.
A heart that loves you tells you to be strong.
Never let sadness creep into your heart.
Who wants to go to heaven full of worries?
Turning around is the end of time.
The heart on the horizon expects you to face the sun forever.
Whenever it is dead of night, I always read it several times before going to bed. Every time I read it, my heart ached. It hurts. Sometimes, I hold the letter tightly in my hand, but I don't know when I have fallen asleep. The pillow beside the bed has already been soaked with tears, which has wetted my heart and stung my heart.
It's raining, and the willow tree is crying, standing alone in the castle, looking at Hong Fei. A person, wandering around, like waiting, like being in a daze, like being helpless. In the sorrow of the world, helplessness, helplessness and too many inappropriate, helpless and emotional thoughts have become disasters. Looking back, friendship ran aground, and I wrote a thread in the fleeting time of acquaintance.