I can't smell the familiar fragrance.
Fortunately, there are small orange buds.
Trying to blossom.
Hold up the gentleness of late summer.
The season of early autumn
The temperature is still good.
Just a little more nostalgic.
I live in this dark night.
Tidy up clothes in that season.
Every piece
It's all a paragraph
A clueless memory
have only
Let your thoughts flow like water.
Overturning in the humid air tonight
The drizzle is like a song
With the sleepless night tonight
Really want to
Put this packed dress
With this melancholy sadness
Stuff into a piece of furniture
In the locked closet
Throw away the key at will
Backing; backup
I'll pack my own bags.
Go to the distant place I yearn for at once.
Think more.
In this tourist season.
test
The one in memory
I can't forget it for a long time
Gardenia-flavored
That autumn
Modern Poetry: On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, the sound of two waves faintly hit with the wind.
White fog is boundless.
When was that memory?
It hurts the night.
Baby, today is Tanabata.
The stars are in the sky
The heart is in the world
Tonight is us.
Always looking at distant galaxies.
What a magnificent constellation
What a beautiful legend
Please come with me, baby.
Come to Jiangnan Water Town.
There are always lotus lanterns tonight.
Wandering in the river
Let me see you light the lamp with your hand.
Let you see my gentle gaze
Tonight, dust comes with the water again.
Let me make sure you
It's the smart woman in those days.
Pray for a thousand years
Just want to talk to me.
Let's be the lotus on that side
I will accompany you across the river tonight.
Let me tell you about thousands of hibiscus flowers.
Still waiting for you.
Still waiting for me.
Modern Poetry: Three Gold Chains of Tanabata Night
Accidental fall became a legend.
A miserable love that has been painful for thousands of years.
Deduct into a song under the wings of magpie birds
The annual infatuation gaze.
Let surging thoughts rush into a river.
Pick a warmth and plant a rainbow.
Muttering in the auspicious light of Tanabata is like a dream.
except that
Today's Taurus has sounded the horn.
Stay on the road to heaven
And Cowherd's delusion has been burned to death.
there is a song
As soon as the curtain was opened, it was doomed.
Have a feeling
Burn your heart and dry your tears before you know it's wrong.
I don't know
Tonight's Cowherd and Weaver Girl
Or legend?
The clock struck midnight.
The melancholy moonlight fell under the grape trellis.
This is an angel's sorrow.
Pick a heart-shaped flower at will.
Use acacia beans
One by one, one by one.
After next autumn.
Modern Poetry: On the night of Qixi, hide the hot air in your arms in April and autumn, and crush it carefully.
The meniscus peeps at the annual affectionate gaze.
I tasted fragrant tea, and I remember what you said about Na Pianhai.
This season, we must filter the pure and unrestrained.
Tonight, someone must be happy at the seaside.
In the distance, someone made a detailed inventory of his memory.
The cup is full of your eyebrows and your smiling face.
The most joyful thing is your seductive promise. You must have forgotten.
The cactus on the windowsill said, you must remember.
That ugly thing must be a genius. He always tells lies and makes me fall for it.
Once infatuated with a pair of lonely wings
Always want to fly over the cursed despair
I once had a crush on you, like a sun flower longing for the light.
I thought I could hold a warm password and never forget it.
But I never imagined that the blazing flame would never escape the blue light.
The moon has set in the west, and the darkness blocked your way when you came.
The wind hurt that cloud, and it can't find your direction anymore.
Magpie Bridge must be very busy tonight, I didn't go.
Because I'm not someone's beloved weaver girl.
There is no cowherd I miss on the bridge.