Poetry and Prose: Stars

I know a little girl,

She is pretty enough.

Her mouth is very lovely,

Her eyes are full of fantasy.

In the dark night, her eyes will shine,

hanging in the dark night like a star.

She always gives people direction,

but also makes people spin around in confusion until they hit the wall.

What I love most is her beautiful white dress.

Not only is it pure,

Not only is it delicate.

The kind of melting snow that makes you see the red branches and green willows,

The kind of condensed light when the ice breaks through the ice,

The kind that you can’t say, but you have to What is said is cheerful, joyful and bright.

……

The eyes that met each other had a few collisions,

In the dream, flowers were blooming and filled with tears,

Tired In this world, with disheveled hair,

Climbing a branch feeling sad or looking around with joy,

Tears are so salty,

Thoughts are so thick,

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Beauty is so intoxicating,

Go and cherish your heartbreak!

To attract happiness,

Can’t bear the desolate waiting.

On the edge of the mountain overflowing with water,

There is a unique pandan grass,

stored in the mountains,

waiting for the mystery Her smile,

was washed away by the dark wind,

elegant, cut off her passion,

……

The love has arrived, and the heart has arrived.

But the terrible thing is that the love has not arrived but the heart has not yet arrived.