Poetry, anything.

It snows in June. ...

It's only June,

It began to snow.

Dancing lightly one after another,

A little fall is so charming.

It is said that the bride in June is the happiest.

So is the snow the most beautiful in June?

I thought the same thing.

White snow, like the moon in the sky,

Light up my world.

Let all the heartbreaks go with the wind, just want to swim,

All that's left is your long hair and thin figure ...

I sigh in the rain and snow,

How much I want to be with you, so that you will no longer be miserable and lonely.

How I want to hold you so that you won't tremble or cry.

I really want to love you so that you will never lose it again.

I wonder if my arms are warm enough?

Can you melt the frozen past in your heart?

Why should I bring up the past?

Let your tears fall in front of me like snow. ...

I'm waiting for you

I am waiting for you.

I looked at the dim light outside.

Just like looking to the future,

My heart shook my ears.

Why haven't you come yet? hope

Allow flowers to bloom every second.

I'm waiting for your footsteps,

Your jokes, your face,

Your soft hair,

Everything is waiting for you;

I hope that every second,

Go to hell.-Where are you?

I want you to make my heart ache,

I want you to smile like a flame,

Want your flexible waist,

The flying star in your hair horn;

I fell into a drunken atmosphere,

Like an island,

Floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green. ...

Oh, I want to eat it so much

Your arrival, longing

That magical yutan

Open the top of time!

Why don't you come? You have a heart!

You know, I know you know,

It was a fatal blow that you didn't come to me,

Kill the spring in my life,

Teach darkness as strong as iron in the mine,

Oppressing my thoughts and breathing;

Kill the poor bud of hope,

Hand me over, like a prisoner.

Jealousy and sadness are the shame of life.

And the cruelty of despair.

This may be an illusion. This is an illusion.

I believe that I am indeed an idiot;

But I can't turn the rudder,

Wanfang's interest rate doesn't allow me to hesitate-

I can't turn back, fate drives me!

I also know that this is mainly for

The road to destruction, but

For you, for you,

I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion,

That's the only reason I said it.

Idiot! Trying to crush the fibers of life

To touch a woman's heart!

If you want to win, you can win at most.

A tear from her,

Her cold sneer;

But I am willing, even if

The news that I was smashed to pieces has arrived.

A stubborn stone, she regards me as

Rats and bugs in the cellar,

I still want to!

Crazy truth is unconditional,

God can't bring back one

Be as calm as a general.

Sometimes soldiers who were on the verge of death will be brought back.

In vain, everything is in vain,

There is no denying that you won't come.

Although there is a burning fire in my heart,

Longing for everything you have,

Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;

Any wishful thinking and prayer

Cann't shorten it by an inch

The distance between you and me!

The twilight outside has come.

Condensed into the darkness of night,

Ice and snow hung on the branches,

Birds forget their songs,

Silence is the universe of unanimous mourning.

The hands on the clock are constantly comparing.

Mysterious gestures, like pointing,

Such as sympathy, such as ridicule,

Whenever I touch this point, I feel

My own heart

The death knell was buried alive.

Happy snow

If I were a snowflake,

Handsome in midair

I have to know my direction clearly-

Fly, fly, fly,-

This land has my direction.

Don't go to that cold valley,

Don't go to the desolate foothills,

I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-

Fly, fly, fly,-

You see, I have my direction.

Dancing in the air,

Identify quiet homes,

Waiting for her to visit in the garden—

Fly, fly, fly,-

Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!

At that time, I relied on my lightness,

Yingying touched her skirt.

Close to her tender heart-

Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-

Into her gentle heart!

once in a while

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected into your heart—

You shouldn't be surprised,

There's no need to be happy-

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I met in the dark sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You remember it well,

You'd better forget

The light that shines on each other at this intersection!

Shian Nala

The most is the gentleness of bowing,

Just like the shyness of the lotus outside the cool breeze,

Take care, take care,

There is sweet sadness in the treasure-

Shian, Nora.

Say goodbye to Cambridge again

I left quietly,

When I came softly;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the western clouds.

Golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

Shadows in the waves,

Ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud,

Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of He Kang River,

I would like to be an aquatic plant!

A pool in the shade of elm trees,

Not a clear spring,

It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,

Back to the greener grass,

Full of stars,

Play songs in a starry place.

But I can't play songs,

Quiet is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve,

Don't take away a cloud.

Lu Hang chezhong

Hurry! Come on, come on!

When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?

A water, a bridge, a car accident,

A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:

Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,

As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-

Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?

Urging old Qiu, urging old age!

I have a lover.

I have a lover-

I love stars in the sky;

I like their crystals:

There is no such strange god on earth.

On a cold evening in winter,

On a lonely and gloomy morning,

At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm—

There will always be one, ten thousand stars!

The embrace of grass flowers by the mountain stream,

The joy of the children upstairs,

Traveler's Light and South Needle-

A shining elf thousands of miles away!

I have a broken soul,

Like a pile of broken crystals,

Scattered among weeds in the wilderness—

Sip your immediate attention.

The ice and tenderness of life,

I have tasted it, and I have endured it;

Sometimes the cricket's Qiu Ge is placed on the steps,

It broke my heart and made me cry.

I showed my honesty,

Give love to the stars in the daytime:

Whether life is illusory or real,

The earth exists or disappears—

There are always stars in space!

God-like hero

This stone is a pile of thick and ugly stubborn stones.

This kind of lily is beautiful in color.

But when the moonlight painted the shadow of flowers on the stone cracks,

This ugly stone has also become a charm.

I am a bloated ordinary person,

She is an unparalleled fairy in the world;

But when love snuggled her in my arms,

Even I have become a hero like God!

This is a cowardly world.

This is a cowardly world,

No love, no love!

Let your hair hang freely,

Expose your feet;

Come with me, dear!

Abandon this world

Sacrifice our love!

I hold your hand,

Love, you follow me;

Let thorns pierce our soles,

Let the hail break our heads,

You follow me,

I hold your hand,

Get out of the cage and restore our freedom!

Come with me,

My love!

The world has fallen on our backs,-

Look, isn't this the white sea?

The white sea,

The white sea,

Infinite freedom, I love you!

Follow my finger,

The blue of a little star that day-

This is an island with grass.

Flowers, beautiful animals and birds;

Climb this light paradise-

Love, happiness and freedom-farewell to the world, forever!

I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

In the light waves of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Her tenderness, my intoxication.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Her ingratitude, my sadness.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Hazy is the light in a dream.