Think of you modern poetry

Thinking of you modern poetry 1

Thinking of you

I sang the story into a song

Thinking of you, the clover in my heart< /p>

Glowing green again

I miss you, the tenderness between my eyebrows

I miss you, the sweetness between my lips

I miss you, from now on From afar

Sending flowers

I miss you, my long and soft hair

Glossy and beautiful

Especially when you walk< /p>

Sometimes it will fly

Chic and elegant

Please allow me to think for a while

In my mind

Draw a watercolor painting

In the painting, there is a spring breeze blowing willows

Green water flows around the embankment

I miss you too

Just like a < /p>

Colorful butterflies are flying towards me

Flying towards me and then flying away from me

Why am I so obsessed

Without In the days of color

Every smile of yours

is a touch of gorgeous clouds

Every warm word of yours

They are both a fragrant jasmine that reminds you of you Modern Poetry 2

Love is a kind of mutual attraction, but also a kind of collision

Love is a kind of feeling, but also a kind of temperature< /p>

Love is a romance, but also a touch of fragrance

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Walking and stopping in a memory

Those used to be in a daze moments

It’s all because I care too much

It’s all because I can’t bear it

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Where do I come from

Where are you going?

Maybe when you hold a pair of beloved hands

all of this will no longer be confusing

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You are spring

I am a poet who describes spring

You and I are both seeds of spring

We are also flowers of spring

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I borrowed a paper umbrella from the poem

Just to support the flowery romance in my heart

I use poetry to enjoy the most beautiful love in the world

Enjoy the quiet and fragrant passing years

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If a person *** smells the fragrance of middle age

***How ??good it would be to keep the peace and tranquility of the sunset years

As the years pass, let my black hair wrap around yours

Let My white hair accompanies your white hair

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The first glimpse of life is like a poem, short and stunning

The second memory of life is like prose, light and Long

Two people treat each other tenderly when they are together

They will not hurt each other on the way to reminisce

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You are always in that place that is neither far nor near

Do you know that at a certain moment of need in life

How I hope you can bring me closer

Besides you, who else can warm and melt my heart

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Life is like poetry, there is always a beautiful miswritten sentence

Regret When I think of you, I can only smell the fragrance of the poem over and over again to think of you. Modern Poetry 3

When staring into the distance

I wonder if my figure has passed before my eyes

Today, when I think of you again

Flying colorful butterflies flicker in the flowers

Want to close the distance separated by thousands of mountains and rivers

A taste of true love and beauty, in lovesickness

In the river The flow became a stream of colorful thoughts

That day, the spring breeze gently

blew away the romantic and colorful flower season of fate

Walking together, a small Just know

There is a heart-to-heart dialogue

Eyes filled with care and expectation

I want to hide my inner unrest

And the blush appeared on the face

Calling out the true part

Traveling through the wilderness of each other's hearts together

Treasured in a corner of the heart

< p> The wind is gentle and the water is splashing

My fingers break the sky in the water

Wash away the shyness on my face and feel

A kind of spiritual care and life A kind of temperature

The pebbles under the water have spirituality

Silently feel the touching scene of connection

A beauty blooms in the world of emotions

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Singing green songs with the spring breeze

The most beautiful place in the heart

is illuminated by each other's light

Silliness, weakness

Almost does not exist in each other's eyes

The whiteness and simplicity of love

There is no utilitarianism or purpose in the world of mortals

The heart is the eternal string, love jumps between the fingers

Playing a short and warm reunion

The sky returns to evening

A group of wild geese , called again and again

The sound resounded throughout the valley, and the echo fell to

The stream where you and I gather in the grassland

My heart is sour, and a big drop of tears

Sliding down the thin cheeks

I don’t know if there is someone

who has always been by your side, guarding you

and won’t let you Suffer a little grievance