Sentimental poetry reading manuscript 0 1 winter, a sad sigh by Zhang Shidong.
destiny
The desolation of winter has penetrated into the essence of the season.
You put out the peach blossom of fate in your heart.
The home on paper was also abandoned by a rain.
So many wonderful days have passed.
We never thought it would be easy to pick it up.
Crow's prophecy is always related to darkness.
We have lost our children again and again.
Struggling to find the gap of fate, in order to arrive.
Leaf-covered soil and roots
A man with flowers.
After the reeds bloom,
Reed grass was forgotten in a body of water.
Can't find the exit of the season
The fisherman recited the failed fish news.
Crush the twilight in the sunset.
The homing bird retains the memory of the morning.
Pick up the evening mood for you
The water is still rushing into the distance.
The fog wet the walking fishing fire.
There is always news of bad weather this season.
The person holding the flowers has something on his mind.
Open the wooden door facing the spring.
rainy season
The rain has hurt the heart of this season.
Is it spring sprout or hibernation?
In winter, one foot goes in and one foot goes out.
I don't know what mood to choose words in.
Compose your seashore and the sound of hooves.
I also fell down in this rainy season.
Can't get out of the pain of destiny takes a hand.
Tangled feelings, when can we cross the branches?
Take root in the soil
This rainy season is longer than some words.
Longer than you see?
An answer to the curtain call
A piece of water you are waiting for.
Smuggling rain butterflies is a serious disaster.
Fishermen no longer paddle and cast nets.
Water moistens the dusk on both sides.
When the inner river drops,
Qingqing will be looted.
I dare not open it in advance in order to wait.
And you, in the metaphor of leaves and fresh water.
Bear green fruit
Think about that turbulent flower affair.
Starting from the spring breeze, it also starts from the spring breeze.
Write down the lines for the final curtain call.
tomorrow
Every tomorrow has a beautiful meaning.
It's like my heart has nowhere to tell.
I hope you will be at the next ferry.
Covered by purity, no longer go to a love tragedy.
I began to love beautiful dreams.
Light up the grasslands with sunlight one by one.
Lost words fall to the ground and become seeds.
Pumpkins with venom make fairy tales in spring.
Forever and ever is the most beautiful lie.
Flowers bloom and teenagers spend the season.
Tomorrow, butterflies and sheep will flee to the north.
Leaving only winter, a sad sigh.
Sentimental poetry reading manuscript 02
Sad encounter author: burning like snow.
Eyes cannot penetrate the smoky ferry.
The lonely heart escaping from separation is wandering.
My love is a transient passer-by.
Looking back, there are only shadows around.
Why does the mood stay in the diary together?
Why can memories only stay in the waste heat?
Why happiness is so short?
Why can't we have eternity?
This is a tragic experience.
Ruthless, rainy, wet and tender.
We agreed to go together.
But why is there only half a love song left?
This is a tragic experience.
Silent ending, dim waves.
Can't go together
A thousand reasons are just excuses.
Sentimental poetry reading manuscript 03
? To friends: traceless hearts and tears
How many more nights do you need to cry before you stop torturing?
How much suffering do you have to suffer before you can feel life?
How to block the venom of the body, and you will be happy.
What can I do to let you know the persistence of falling snow?
Too many regrets, regrets can not be filled.
Too much talk, very frustrated, can't keep up with the desire to sing.
Are you the wind? Maybe you are the wind.
Want to touch. You slipped away quietly.
How many days, can you imagine?
Your outline proves that you are strong.
How many years are left to sing all the way?
In your white hair, I see the fatigue of life.
Go or stay, both are registered in eternity.
Far or near, I am worried about it.
Don't say the world is far away.