A poem seeking to create its own love story

Passing guests

when I

Walk through your autumn waters full of morning mist

when you

Mysterious reflex

Fall into my swaying ripples

Beautiful purple rain falls on the palm of magnolia.

Gently woven into a pink dream drunk.

night

It's like my heart is cooled by a cool stream.

Warm and comfortable

rain

Or sneak in together

The cycle of the sky and the autumn moon

Passing passengers and returning people

Under my future French window

Regret with the love of a lifetime

Build your bluestone wall.

Spring breeze people unconsciously entered Qingshi City.

I can't get into your April curtain.

Complain about one's feelings

In spring, the flowers are falling and hazy (Meng Meng), and the misty rain turns red.

Wandering away.

What's your hurry?

Go back to your hometown, lonely and clear, and meet each other late.

When or forget, tonight is beautiful, and then relax.

Absolutely original, the old words at the back are gifts.