Strange names are attached to every other page.
I think there will be a new discount, paper crane.
Occasionally, a few, still shining in the moonlight last night.
The sun hung its head shyly.
The morning light quickly branded a mark on the desk.
The Scarlet Letter was conceived anonymously in the sun.
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Nobody noticed,
Sitting next to you in the morning, I
Silence,
A person's night road,
There should be no lonely company.
Shadows don't lie,
She made a promise,
Promise me the most marginal light and shadow.
Sleepy in the sun.
The paper crane hid in my arms and cried.
Because you said you only liked the color of the first snow.
Because of him, he often wears a white shirt.
The wind is quiet.
I tried to dye my heart the color of the first snow.
(2) My friend,
Friends of paper cranes,
This is a white letter,
I gave it to you myself.
Signature, paper crane
"When you see the first snow,
By your side,
There will be a silent heart silently telling. "
I don't have to guess, and I know it.
Paper cranes have a heart of first snow.
Because, first snow is my friend.
Because I'm sitting opposite you,
When you read this letter,
The silent heart is still silently telling.
I also know that,
The paper crane is me.
You wrote back,
Give it to me personally,
"I haven't seen the first snow,
But I prefer white paper cranes. "
I am very happy,
My friend is a paper crane.
Paper crane's friend is you. first snow
(3) The first snow
Finally landed on the white paper crane,
On the shoulders of a pure white shirt.
but I ...
Only countless silences.
There is no wind outside the window,
The heart becomes the shape of the first snow,
A petal fell off.
Listen to the wind of modern poetry 2 the arrival of June
Bring us bursts of happy wind
In June, childlike innocence spreads its wings and flies.
Thousands of elves follow the happy wind.
Sow the seeds of dreams under the blue sky
The wind asked me quietly
are you happy
I am a happy elf in June.
June is the rainy season.
A heavy rain surprised the sultry people.
This also cooled my dry mood.
Rain washes everyone's heart.
Bring us a simple purity.
I looked up again and again to see the cloud floating in the blue towards the wind.
Xia Feng has endless memories.
I can't stop thinking.
June is the season when lotus flowers bloom.
Raindrops hit the lotus leaves to buy lottery tickets.
Lotus leaves dance and sway with it.
Small fish in the pond
Stick out your head and breathe fresh air.
Swing your tail at me.
Invite me to swim with you.
I smiled and blinked at the fish.
Blue sky in June
The sun is shining brightly.
Gently roll up the flying dust.
Take me to July.
I walked through an empty field.
The soil allows all organic green plants to grow.
The wind seemed to hear the sound of broken rice.
That sweet smell accompanied my vows.
Listening to the modern poem 3 of the wind seems to be on the Serengeti grassland.
Countless wildebeests are galloping,
Sound from far to near
Just like the tide in Qiantang River.
Surging,
The avalanche is spectacular!
In the noise of swallowing mountains and rivers,
The earth is like a boat in a stormy sea.
In the peak valley, helpless loneliness is swaying;
In this majestic momentum,
The rebellious heart of the mountains and rivers is also echoing.
Thunder that shook his soul!
Listen, listen!
This is the smell of the south wind!
There is warmth in damp,
In the coolness, there is a cold breath!
This is a pregnant woman about to give birth.
On the graveyard of the season of death,
Lay a hotbed for newborn babies.
That hotbed will be covered with the tenderness of spring.
Hui feng and Chang; It will curl up in bed.
There are white clouds on the wet umbrella.
Hold up a blue sky and let you wander;
The new grass buds are soft blue.
Decorate hotbeds, just keep your eyes open.
Mao Mao's dog is rocking by the bed.
Listen, listen! This shortness of breath
It hurts like a cramp in labor.
In peace and climax,
We put a child who is about to be born
A brand-new life is longing for it!