Poetry 1:
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your heart, you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy, and disappear in a flash. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting!
Poetry 2:
How to let you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I begged this in front of the Buddha for 500 years. I prayed to the Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship. The Buddha turned me into a tree, growing along the path you must take. In the sun, it is full of flowers carefully. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, but when you finally ignore it.
Poetry 3:
As soon as spring begins, you can buy a ticket for wintersweet, look for the fragrance of that flower, fly a kite with the reminder of missing, and avoid talking about spring, not to mention showing off your secrets. The process of lingering with flowers is actually a matter of time.
The name you have been chanting in your dream, like a soldier visiting relatives, has been taken away by your thoughts. You are choosing dead branches and waiting for the scheduled flowers. Finally, the flower is about to burst. You took a spring breeze and landed in the heart of apricot blossom, with a shy expression, announcing the secret between you and the flower. At this time, the flowers are overflowing, and you walk through the gaps in the peach blossoms.