It always reminds me on rainy nights.
The gurgling sound of slides outside the window.
Like the sadness of the passage of time.
What can you do in the cold?
Hide the warmth in your heart
The ticket at home
There is still a ticket stub of memory.
The long platform is always in a homesick dream.
Now, now.
This is the reason for my warm smile.
Childhood is carefree.
There is no trace now.
That tree grew up with me.
Lilac tree in front of the door
That's the warmth in my memory.
Teenagers often act rashly.
Has long been blown away by the prosperity of today's world.
Only the melancholy of youth in those days.
It still grows in my lost youth.
Call me to think in the distant wind
Young and warm memories
When I grow up, I am a distant fish.
No matter where you go,
I will never forget the melancholy feelings in my hometown.
That's the best warmth.
I walked through Qianshan.
What about you?
A woman blooming like a lily.
Spend my life with you
The road ahead will be covered with sand.
Endless warmth
Warm Modern Poetry 2 From now on, be a happy person.
Look at the clouds and the sky, listen to the wind and rain.
I have a pen, facing poetry, and my heart is full of flowers.
From now on, be a happy person
Get up early in the morning, go to bed early, walk around, read books and write poems.
I have a pen, facing poetry, and my heart is full of flowers.
From now on, communicate with your lover gently, son.
Tell them that home is a harbor of happiness.
That happy harbor gave me the meaning of life.
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give it to every flower, every grass and every bird.
Take a
The name of warm spring
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
May your footsteps be light and your heart be like a cloud.
May your laughter in Zhan Yan be bright and moving.
May you get the happiness of your dreams on earth.
I just want to face poetry and feel warm in my heart.
Warm modern poetry 3 Who is shining, tenderness in eyes.
Like autumn water, like moonlight.
Flowing in my heart, beating in my chest.
Spring and autumn of life are in this season.
Who do you have a crush on? Your eyes are affectionate.
Like dandelion seeds flying all over the sky
Kitty fell on my soft heart.
Every spring, flowers bloom, bright little yellow flowers.
Whose tears are they? Sadness in the eyes.
Just like in Tang poetry and Song poetry, it is a sad poem.
Tap my heart and look back.
Falling into England was a sakura rain in April.
Whose flowers bloom, smiling.
Like noble magnolia and shy peach blossoms.
Wheatgrass is by my side, leading the way.
Brew a strong liquor for the soul with the fragrance of love.
Warm Modern Poetry 4 Knowing a person depends on fate.
Fate has come, and so has he.
Everything about him belongs to you.
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Every soul
Everyone needs a warm coat to wrap.
So those snowy nights
Spend it safely and comfortably
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You warm the night I miss.
Let it flow with fragrant poems.
The place of love.
Is youth and youth.
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The most beautiful love in my life
It is the waywardness in your world.
Whenever you give tolerance and love.
Is all the love you give me.
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It was your touch that awakened my dream of love.
You are destined to be the warmth of my life.
I gave you my heart.
You can't regenerate the spring of love for others.
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It is love that gives us pure souls.
It is love that gives the soul the most beautiful thinking.
When the brilliant heart flower is collected by a person's palm.
Life radiates dazzling light at that moment.
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If you are my cause and result.
I will accept it.
If you are my destiny
I will accept it.
If you are my destiny
I will accept it.
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The lines of night never dare to stop.
It's my eyes staring at you.
When one day I look back at the scenery.
You are still the only decoration in my dream window.
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The Original Space of Love Poems with Chinese Characters;
Warm modern poetry 5 ribbon remains the same.
Acacia is wearing an old robe.
Hold hands with the spring breeze when no one is around.
My heart is in bud and my cheeks are pink.
A few flowers fell and blossomed again.
old friendship
Menglishuxia
Xinhaihai
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Footsteps cannot measure the distance from the heart.
As long as you are here
The soul is dusty and still fragrant.
Just like the green shoots on the branches meet the spring breeze.
As long as you are here
It will be warm and will bloom.
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How much love can't be together
How many hands are scattered in the world of mortals?
Yan Tao Fang Feichu
This is the cycle of seasons.
How far are you from here?
It's a flower with burning branches.
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On the white paper of the years
Vague description
Memory is stained with ink.
Let this encounter be beautiful and fleeting.
I still believe that true love is a tree beside my soul in my heart.
Charming and graceful, with curved eyebrows and eyes.
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Time will get old.
Prosperity will also disappear.
No matter how brilliant the spring is, it will wither.
Petals are rain songs.
The distance is also close.
People who love each other are always closest in the farthest place.
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Every bud in bud
Tell the most touching story of spring.
in the rain
That red umbrella.
It is the peach blossom that blooms in my heart this spring.
Hang Chunfu on a peach.
It's your direction, staring at the plain dye.
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There are tears on the peach face.
Running water has a sound.
This season is humid and charming.
Every word is suffused with carmine
Watch indifferently in the depths of the world of mortals
Seeing flowers bloom is a dream, and falling flowers are poems.
Beyond dust
There's still time.
You're still here.
Warm modern poem 6 likes to lean against sunny windows in cold winter.
Let the hot sun dispel the loneliness and loneliness of body and mind,
Fingertips with a wisp of ink,
Write down past encounters with patchwork words,
A few pages of plain paper on a propaganda paper,
Almost obsessed with seal cutting, lingering thoughts,
Through the bead curtain of memory,
In retrospect, it was warm.
South Australia's expansion, vowed to take responsibility for the wind and rain.
Surging from the west, laughing and frolicking.
The twilight is shallow, the mist caresses and the afterglow is endless.
The wind blows gently, the waves rise and fall, and the heart is calm.
Stroll through the chapters of memory, flip through beautiful fragments,
Pick up a little, hold a touch of warmth, keep the fleeting time,
Although time is gradually drifting away, my heart has been slightly blue.
Memories scattered all over the place are still tactfully in the wind.
Floating through the complicated years, through the shallow fleeting time,
I'm still on the other side at the end of the year,
In the colorful shadows, counting the petals of memory.
Looking at the petals scattered in the picture of the years,
Turn into a little firefly and light up the most beautiful expectation in my heart.
Looking forward to your fingertips touching the joys and sorrows of time,
Turn into a melody and whisper gently with time.
Don't say that love is deep and shallow, and don't sigh that the end of the song is over.
I only hope that those geese who return to the south,
Can send my most sincere wishes.