The smell of love comes to my face.
A drunken amorous man
Move the repetitive steps in the dark night
Miss the person of your dreams.
Every lonely night
It seems to be a person's loneliness.
Step on the wooden bridge of love
Soul watching companion
The night gives the world a quiet.
The world gives the night a kind of loneliness.
limey
I waited quietly for the flowers to bloom.
Never moved for thousands of years.
This tree is full of hope.
A piece of cinnabar
The branches were soaked in thick fog.
Pathfinder hasn't come back yet.
Hemp thread covered with red dust
Can't bind the helplessness of the world.
In my mind.
It's the pain frozen under your eyebrows.
I am willing to endure the loneliness of this life.
Just for you to smell.
Nayuxiang
And the blooming of flowers that have never been disappointed
Complete works of modern tree poems;
yang shuhua
She is not from heaven.
Show off in your mid-air
Doubt is the arrival of snowflakes.
In the sunshine of April
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
Don't see any sadness.
That's her cheerful free flight.
Flying in the sky
When your doors and windows are open
Sometimes I wander around and fly away.
Sometimes you really come unannounced.
There is no hiding.
She will never disappear again.
tree
Trees in spring are pavilions where green leaves rest, trees in summer are sofas for animals to enjoy the cool, trees in autumn are playgrounds where maple leaves play, and trees in winter are airports where snow falls.
Flowering tree
I am a tree.
An ordinary tree
Growing in northern China.
It's a little cold in spring,
I believe the weather will become warm and dry soon.
I believe that wet days will come soon.
So I'm still saving my strength,
Breed new buds quietly,
Breeding bud snowflake
Kiss me once in a while.
The spring breeze greets me softly from time to time.
Spring rain, when can I see you, running with the bull?
Quiet and peaceful land of China.
You can also hear the natural cracking of the earth's crust
But not worried about nuclear pollution.
I can't see missiles flying everywhere,
A tragic scene of war and smoke
As a tree growing here,
I feel happy and calm.
Please feel free. I just need this spring.
Bloom my beauty quietly.
Did you see me or not?
I will be there.
Not sad or happy.
The flowers have withered,
I will not cry
Yinweitian fruit
There are branches everywhere.