Three-line poem 10 poem

destiny

On a whim, flowers are everywhere

Yuanjin

It turned out to be an irreparable white land.

always

It started in midsummer and ended in midsummer.

You are still you, and I am still me.

It's just that those days are gone forever.

pure

A letter written in red pen when I was young.

People who are still in love when they are old.

It's naive.

After this our exile.

He sowed a tree seed.

He swings on the vine.

They shook the cattail leaf fan under the tree.

youth

I don't envy the youth at that time.

I don't think about the innocence at that time.

I just missed it for a while

big talk

I only said two big words.

I don't love you.

I won't miss you either.

encounter

Meeting with you in the morning

I have rehearsed several times at dusk.

There are many things you don't know.

Net dream

Talking about dreams is hypocritical.

It seems hollow not to talk about it.

Talk to the wind at night.

illusion

Under light rain, the lake rippled.

The wind that touched her heartstrings is gone.

Illusion leads to error.

long-winded

When the weather turns cloudy,

He and the grass opened their hands.

Meet the crackling wordiness