It is her eyes and lips that laugh;
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
Laughing at each other,
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her sleepy curly hair,
Scattered and stirred her hide.
Gentle as the shadow of a flower,
The sweetness of itching,
Into your heart.
That's a smile-a poetic smile, a painting smile;
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Laugh at Lin Weiyin deeply
She smiled so sweetly,
So deep,
Is it round like that? a string of pearls
Shiny, bursting childlike innocence!
The bottom of the clear spring floats,
Rushing to the surface,
Brilliant,
Spread out!
Who laughs well and flowers bloom?
So light, don't wake up.
Xiaoxiang inadvertently,
As the wind blows,
Brush on the short wall,
Before sunset
death by hanging
homesickness
He laughed so high that this 100-story building,
Let unknown birds hover?
Who is it/laughing at the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
From the eaves of each layer of glass
shake up
Tian Yun?
moral integrity
The rain died down and the light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain!
Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; The faint light is only immersed in the angels in the paintings on the wall. -angels in white, holding flowers, holding wings, smiled at me. "This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. When will I ... "
I unconsciously sat under the window, thinking quietly.
The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression of five years ago. A long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging in the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey passed by with no intention of turning back. He smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms. "
This smile seems to have been seen somewhere! "I still want to-silently.
Another curtain of gravity appeared, which slowly opened and poured out the impression of ten years ago. -the rain under the eaves falls on Mao's clothes drop by drop. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The straw and grape trellis in front of the door are all new yellow and light green, which are very bright and beautiful. -After a while, it finally cleared up and went downhill quickly. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly.
This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and gathers together.
At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, suddenly melted and couldn't see clearly in the harmony of love.
Two of my favorite poems and Bing's prose about laughter. I hope you like it too.