Modern poetry of butterflies flying

The Beauty of Early Summer in Modern Poetry with Butterflies Flying 1

Fly past the butterfly

Butterflies are flying among the flowers.

Play with each other in pairs.

Pursue a relationship

Continue to play among the flowers

Sunny

Butterflies are flying among the flowers.

Maybe the flowers are so beautiful.

Let butterflies revel in this.

Maybe love is too beautiful.

Let the butterfly forget the fatigue in the morning and evening.

Butterflies are flying

It is said to be used to decorate summer flowers.

But playing with flowers.

Release the smell of love

Butterflies smell sweet all over.

Life is interesting.

Flowers convey fragrance.

Love tastes good.

Life expectancy has been extended.

Our hearts are beautiful.

butterfly

Deep feeling

The color of butterflies

Like tears from petals.

Butterflies are more beautiful

Can't tell whether it's a fallen flower or a flying butterfly.

I've always wanted to dedicate it to you.

My best gift

Prepared for this for a century.

Actually, I didn't do anything.

Just read a few Tang poems.

I wrote a few songs with my heart.

Mixed with some Xiangmei.

Make a fragrant one.

Turn over the past days

From that day on.

The days are in your smile

Flowers are silent

"Everything started by accident."

For example, a year, a month, a day

dragonfly

Encounter with Lotus

Fate was originally the deepest in the world.

All, I don't understand, and neither do you.

We are only the only people in the world.

Lonely floating dust

Always, you are busy, so am I.

Today is your birthday.

Come on, come on.

Sit down and use the moonlight.

We don't have to be history.

Holding my cup, I asked the blue sky

Idle, shake off your fatigue.

Tear a piece of moonlight

Throw it into a cup and mix it with green tea.

Default relatives, savor.

Those hasty past events

In fact, like tonight.

It's so warm and quiet

You said you liked Tang poetry.

I said my Song Like word.

In fact, life is like Tang poetry and Song poetry.

Romance is always accompanied by sadness.

Life is a sad and happy song.

Usually the best.

But it is also the most torturous.

You said that time is a heavy millstone.

Why red bean seeds?

It will never end.

From day to night

I've been dreaming.

Unfortunately, dreams have no wings.

Otherwise, mountains, water.

Not as good as the wings of butterflies.

Na Pianhai

Today is your birthday, so let me send you a pair of wings to cross the sea.