Zhang Ailing's Most Beautiful Poetry Sharing

I have a small room.

I have a cabin.

Like a little mushroom in a fairy tale.

Attached to a century-old tree

Hold a small umbrella

Please protect me from the cold snap of winter and the rain of summer.

I recalled the past in the cabin.

If there is no clear distinction between good and evil, love and hate in the world

I would rather float in the eternal cold space.

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I'm not in his past.

Twisted time

Shenyuan

The sun shines in the empty room.

Has become the ancient sun.

I want to keep running in.

Shouting: "I am here! I am here. "

(3) Love of fallen leaves

The big yellow leaves have fallen.

slow

It passes through the wind.

After a light blue day

After a few days of swords and swords

Dust dream of gray-yellow building

Come down and walk halfway.

I can see it kissing its shadow.

Its shadow on the ground

Stand out, stand out.

It seems to drift sideways again.

Leave as slowly as possible.

Pretend to be indifferent in middle age

However, once underground.

Jinjiao palm.

Covered with a small shadow

Like catching crickets.

"Well, here it is!"

Qiuyang Watergate is at the top of the ground.

Sleep quietly together

It and its love