I can't remember how long it was that year.
A scene of mood, by a tree.
Fold tightly, from now on.
My happiness blooms like a lotus flower on the water.
Honey, open the night window and look out.
There is a faint crescent moon hanging on the treetop.
You are the starry sky on the other side.
Let my imagination be full and miss the high tide.
Collect the fallen flowers of time with pottery irrigation
Let me enjoy summer quietly and devoutly.
That encounter
Has been on the edge of Tianya ink painting
But my brushwork and painting are new lotus leaves.
Gently close to the water like a feather.
Love Diary Modern Poetry 2 Take out a semi-old diary,
Dust off a little,
Palm, slightly cold.
Quiet scenes, people.
Where did all this come from?
Where will you go again?
The blank time gradually cools down,
Reality, silence.
Memories are condensed into sculptures.
Lake blue, Chun Lv, reddish. ...
Vague love?
Or, wet color?
Meet, turn around and leave.
Hesitated for a long time, the expression on her face
Gone with the wind
A semi-old diary,
A misty rain in Jiangnan,
Forever and ever.
Love Diary Modern Poetry 3 Early morning gaze, along the stream,
Through several families.
White walls and black tiles.
The clouds are light and the wind is light.
A few words written casually,
Like the lip prints of petals,
The ripples of the fingertips.
Happy or sad.
The smile of the sun is in the distance,
Fall on the shoulders of the wind.
Spots on the wall,
Flickering.
The tearful harp
Look at the ideal city.
Love is not far away, Wan Li,
Keep the spring.
Love Diary Modern Poetry 4 Dreams are in the horizon,
Gradually wake up.
The era of diaries is coming-
She met him.
That year.
One day.
Simple numbers,
Is meaning.
Untie the knot between the eyebrows,
That year, spring, summer, autumn and winter,
All the days
Melt slowly.
A well in the south,
With fantasy,
Quietly dormant.
On the well steps, traces of moss are scattered all over the place.
Tears streamed down my eyes.
A cool breeze blew,
He fell silent with her.
Silence.
If you squeeze it in your mouth.
It disappeared with a whoosh. ...
He, she and Jing,
Nobody seems to want to.
Break the silence.
I can't help but miss-
The bucket hit the wall of the well.
Kind voice.
"When, when ... when ..."
Crisp, wanzhuan,
Filled the whole well,
Pregnant with infinite vitality.
Finally, she spoke-
It's like mumbling,
"This well is really beautiful,
Just like the bride who is getting married,
I really can't imagine ... "
Suddenly she remembered something,
Cover your mouth in shame.
Afraid of leaking out
A little worried.
But he smiled-
Push away the clouds,
The sky is clear and pure.
"When you are quiet.
It's beautiful, too, but,
What are you thinking about? "
He stared at her, in the heart
Read her name gently.
Think about that.
A slender umbrella with a long handle,
Photos in the rain.
She looked down at the well.
Deep in thought. Like a man
Warm dragonfly,
In the time of flow,
Sleep quietly.
"Next time, you and me.
Meet here,
Okay？ "
This sentence disturbed her dream,
And everything in the mine.
When she panicked,
All the secrets in your hand
It fell into the well.
"What's the matter with you?"
He asked nervously.
She ignored his concern,
The whole person is driven crazy.
It seems that her heart-
Something in your hand.
Jump into the water together.
Well, with a sigh,
Close your eyes quietly.
In a trance, I found it.
An erratic future.
Love diary, five modern poems, gone forever,
Like-a broken love.
On the back of the diary,
Gradually blurred.
"I like listening to you sing.
All the songs, I love you.
Spring-like expression ... "
By the well, she is busy.
I suddenly thought of him.
And this sentence of his.
She has imagined it countless times—
The scene of their meeting again.
Laughter, heartbeat,
The color and shape of the sky.
Everything, everything.
The rain came quietly.
Drop by drop, along
Warm fingertips slide in.
Deep in the soul.
"If one day-
I can't find your heart anywhere,
Unable to unlock the code of fate,
My love will eventually wither. "
"Is there a place?
It belongs to you and me, really.
It belongs to me and you ... "
"I am blank during the day.
At night, spread out.
That semi-old diary,
The pain in my heart can
Lighten one point. "
These are what she wants to say.
These are also the words she failed to say.
Because they were young, they used to hurt each other.
That's why she always wears ear-length short hair.
Just like when they first met.
If you get old and lose your memory,
She's willing to let go-
That belongs to youth.
Love diary.