Modern poetry is picturesque and poetic

I think I am happy

Always downplay sadness

into a strange scenery

So sadness no longer embarrasses me

Nature has given me a warm embrace

There are many things that belong to me

There have been ups and downs in life

I found it in the prosperity Self

Holding hands full of tranquility, depicting poetic scenery

My life

Proliferating in life

Suddenly bored In order to write life into poetry

If I want to gain something

, everything will feel boring

One day

If I don’t want to I wrote poetry

I am sure that those beautiful things will still be with me

I wrote happiness into poetry

And then find my own happiness in poetry The way you look

I wrote you into the poem you

But you left me far away

The poem no longer exists

People’s love is better than your dedicated love for someone

Tasting is like poetry and painting

Other people’s words are like poems and paintings

They seem to be strangely full of eyes

As if they have wings

Want to peek into other people’s hearts Secret

And like a cute child

I want to tell you what’s in my heart

Suddenly I’m afraid of seeing other people’s helplessness

It’s as if you are helpless when you see yourself helpless

Those unobtainable feelings are like water but separated from each other but disconnected

If you look at it with your heart

It’s like being poisoned by a fascination trap

I’m afraid of throwing away those rotten things as if I were escaping from the earth

It took a long time to find myself again

If my heart is not moved, what does this have to do with me?

The language of describing poetry

The mind wanders freely in the pictures

In life , in nature

You can always find their shadow

Spring sends an invitation to people

In the romantic dance music of the city

In the mountains and streams

In the feast of nature

Those cute and interesting things

Poetic and picturesque everywhere

It’s always like this

Relieved and happy