The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, but lovesickness is hard to talk about.
How can a lover say a sad word when he is not drunk at the railing?
Ultra-short prose poem "rainy season"
Walking in the place I just visited,
It is still raining.
The street lamp is very dark, flashing like a devil's eye.
In the wind direction,
I saw myself lost.
Trapped at a crossroads,
A blank face.
At midnight, Big Ben strikes,
Like a lonely frog.
I'm still lost
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Short prose poems selling flowers
Snow bath Phoenix Mountain.
Stay away from water and clear the sky.
Gather wine, jinxia, beauty.
Don't say that this life is empty and lonely, * * * sings Yang Guan.
Dance sleeves and jade pillars, the wind is light and the clouds are idle.
The road ahead is long. Join hands?
Looking back at the sunset, it is no longer cold.
If the ultrashort prose poem has expired
It is insensitive to miss your heart.
Don't forget that this book has been reprinted.
It resigned itself to cleaning the water source.
Love loess has picked red beans.
Living or not, the body has gone into shock.
Is it heavy? If it has expired.
In order to record the stars all over the sky
I walked from the study to the wilderness.
Walk from day to midnight
From warmth to desolation
I'm looking for a secluded place
The meanness in the corner
Ultra-short prose poems, sunset, picturesque rose.
Relying on time alone, watching the sunset.
Look at the revival of everything, birds singing and plants sprouting.
The remaining ice melted, and the lake moved, wetting the sunset glow.
Zui Xue yue feng Hua
Early spring is still cold, but picturesque.
Sad, beautiful.
It's not like flowers anymore.
People are sad, things are people, and they must not be spring flowers.
Only that longing is like a spring flower, one crop after another.
Put your thoughts and spring breeze together and send them to the sunset glow.
Thoughts fly to the ends of the earth
Miss into sorrow, mixed feelings.
Love is like sunset, gorgeous, pure and flawless.
Tears are like flowers. ......
Spring breeze stroking the piano, I stroking Chardonnay.
Sing a song about the sunset.
The scenery is still picturesque.
Vivid ......