The faint happiness of original poetry

I like ...

On a beautiful morning in spring.

Strolling in the fields with peach blossoms.

With a simple heart

Touch the breath of spring

The sunshine is like a waterfall, full of petals.

Peach blossoms are like burning flames.

Shining with hope.

The spring breeze caresses the jumping notes.

Play with hope, comfort, comfort.

My heart will bloom slowly at that moment.

Although speechless

But full of faint joy.

I like ...

On a sunny autumn afternoon

Sit quietly by the warm lake.

Holding a cup of black tea, close your eyes and meditate.

Feel the vicissitudes of life.

And the wind and rain that accompanied me all the way.

Then have a cup of tea.

Awaken the fleeting memories of this life

Turn this sad season

A poem that has been downplayed as the Red Dust Ferry.

Some things will come to mind at that moment.

Even if we can't meet again.

It is also full of faint joy.

I like ...

On a quiet summer night

Listen to the affectionate Mao Mao rain outside the window.

Rare leisure turn around.

Feel the simplicity and leisure of life.

The drizzle is silent and the wind is warm.

Like the joys and sorrows of fate.

So that everyone can't escape.

For example, the gains and losses of life.

Let my soul slowly move towards conversion

An idea will gradually become clear at that moment.

Although I can't understand

But full of faint joy.

I like ...

Alone on a snowy winter night

Look at the outside world, the night is hazy, the wind blows and the snow falls.

Simmer a pot of warm old country wine.

Twist the cup gently and have a drink with yourself.

Acacia is like a wisp of homesickness.

Count the cold of wandering abroad

Drunk in Qianshan's dream

Taste the fireworks.

Let the tired heart get a moment's respite.

At that moment, it seemed that I had courage again.

Even if the road ahead is deserted.

Still full of faint joy

Walking alone in the world

I'm just a little dust.

Stop pursuing glory

Don't expect miracles

Pick up those touching stories

The pursuit of the heart is like water, plain and quiet.

Time flies, and the years can be expected.

The rest of your life is not long. Go home.

If you live a poetic life.

Leave happiness in front of you

Is real happiness.

Amber network writer, blue V certified poet of China Poetry Network. Take dreams as horses and poems as wine. Ordinary roads, simple people. The world of mortals travels thousands of miles, but it takes a hundred years.