The blue bud keeps a pure heart.
Bypass the shed
Vegetables and flowers are in full bloom in the suburbs.
A piece of Huang Cancan.
In front of the marble table in the garden
You started writing to me.
The dove in the distance stayed on the windowsill.
In the rising morning light
I looked in the mirror.
Waiting for fate
begin
Your crisp brown hair.
Your white collar ...
then
You caught my eye with your empty hand.
Like a beautiful fairy tale.
Lost in the wind
Dye every soft hair of yours.
learn about you
Is the only prayer in my life.
Look into your eyes.
Makes me wonder if I can face the reality.
In your snoring.
I found a dream.
A good dream lost in childhood
My heart woke up in panic.
This song is played in the morning.
Can you turn the ringing bell around?
I guess your heart is in front of the mirror.
What should I dress myself up as?
Open letters and notes
I smiled.
So I put on that flowered skirt.
Go where you are.
From dusk in the suburbs
My fairy-tale love has gone through a lot of difficulties.
I am very happy with the recent days and nights.
I hear you whispering in my ear. ...
I open a piece of love for you in a sincere way.
But I don't know how to feel.
Respond to the language of late autumn in this feeling
Maybe one day.
I will be your forgotten poem.
If that happens.
I should cherish this date more.
Your charming face and soft yellow light
The coastal wind blows the vast expanse.
My heart will sleepwalk.
And calmly understand the golden clouds in the sky.
I miss those clothes that are soaked all night.
Pink thoughts stick to my chest forever.
Lonely and deep days
Precipitate in the fleeting time
My heart is swaying all the way.
There is no wind tonight.
Dreams are also quiet.
Acacia becomes a river of regret.
Pillow a handful of grass
Quietly by the moonlight
Watching the blue sadness flow quietly ...
March
What is precious is that brilliant moment.
A beautiful "white dove"
Fly to my green window
It's like your sunny smile flashed in front of the mirror.
Then go west.
The sunset disappeared in the sea of former Na Pianhai.
Even if I knew, you would disappear with me.
Then let me start a clean and warm dream.
Please come in.
Open the white sail
Sail with my dream ...
"Meet You" modern poem 2 is not in the neon-lit cross street.
Not in a crowded farmer's market.
Not in the boundless grassland.
Not in a romantic and warm outdoor cafe.
On the edge of your imagination and beyond.
A place that seems to have only appeared in dreams, but is very familiar in reality.
A place you look forward to but full of surprises.
A place full of strangeness but mixed with a touch of familiarity.
It was here that you met.
Nobody cares who speaks first.
Just like no one cares who they are.
Oh, what a coincidence.
be
How have you been recently?
Not bad.
oh
What about you?
It doesn't matter.
oh
Then I have something to do. I'm going to go now. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Don't guess who they are
Not a couple after a breakup.
Not friends after the quarrel.
Not a band member or anything after the dissolution.
I told you, this is a meeting. It was just a meeting.
After we met, you changed.
The air is a little cloudy.
The voice is a little hoarse.
My limbs are a little weak.
I kind of miss it.
You think the person you meet is handsome, fat and tall.
You will think of the people you meet. All night.
Have you ever had such an experience?
You will suddenly think of that person's goodness after a sudden meeting, even though you said he was not good before.
You will suddenly want to talk to him, even if you used to say that he was annoying.
You will suddenly have a heartache. Suddenly.
No?
At least you can prove that your relationship with that person is normal.
Abnormal and painful.
The days that followed continued.
You look forward to seeing him again one day.
You even prepared the opening remarks.
Can lead to a long list of opening remarks.
One day, your heart beat fast.
You have a hunch that you will meet him.
You stay where you are and wait for him to appear.
Suddenly, someone shouted, look at the sky.
You look up and see a cloud, suspended in the sky.
That cloud is just like the person you think.
You think it's beautiful. Keep your eyes open.
However, it seems that the sun suddenly became violent, and those two golden lights entered your pupil without hesitation.
Close your eyes quickly.
Close your eyes quickly.
Close your eyes quickly.
Close your eyes quickly.
The person you are waiting for has just passed by.
When you look up again, that beautiful cloud will be blown away by the wind.
……
I heard that it will rain in Paris today.
It is said that a meteor will pass by today.
It is said that it will snow in Beijing today.
You said that after really walking through Paris Fashion Week;
I realized that the model is harder than the screen.
You said that love always makes people love and hate;
Only those who have suffered from missing can understand.
You said that memories always like to freeze the beauty.
Because we always like to miss happiness.
You said, if you can start over,
Maybe you will choose to meet me again.
Remember, at school, you said that your dream was to go to Paris.
Remember, you like it, and the breeze gently blows up the freshness of your hair.
Remember, you love telling love stories between Lin and Zhang Ailing.
Perhaps, only when Pinellia ternata blooms can the beauty of Sansheng Lotus bloom.
Perhaps, in late autumn, the seven-color fireworks can bloom.
Perhaps, with your fingers clasped, you can have the love of a lovebird.
I love that silly girl who is sometimes naughty and sometimes serious.
I love that naive and kind idiot.
I love that good girl who is considerate and considerate.
Like, holding your hand from the street to the end of boredom.
I like dancing and singing with you in the rain.
Like you, even if we are apart, we should say goodbye with a smile.
If I can meet you in Paris!
Will you be like before?
Give me a big hug.
Then, hold me tight.
Only the two of us can understand this love story.
Then, I will kiss you gently on the cheek.
Kneel down on one knee and say, will you marry me?
There is a kind of love, that is, I wish you well!
"Meeting You" Modern Poetry 4 If I have never met you.
How do you know there will be you like this in the world?
Let the world be noisy.
Just waiting for you to comfort yourself.
If I had never met you.
How can you understand the tenderness and poetry of love?
As time goes by, life rises and falls.
Just waiting for you to release your inner loneliness.
If I had never met you.
How can we understand that there is another self in the world?
The mountain is high and the road is far, and the smoke flows.
But it still warmed a meeting.
When the flowers bloomed that year, a casual look back.
A poetic encounter, blooming in the dancing time.
The drizzle slightly covered my shy face.
Beautiful as a dream, painted in a gorgeous season.
Today, I still remember the moment when I met you.
Trembling eyelashes are like an expectation.
Looking at the clouds, I remember the fragrance at that time.
In this faint sadness, I am full of pale and powerless thoughts.
When did you become a person in a story?
Life will still pull us apart.
You once said that the sky in May is extremely beautiful.
A spoony heart, the bottom of my heart is full of bitterness.
Acacia is always messy at the end of the pen.
Endless sadness, endless affection.
Love is dying, but pen and ink remain fragrant.
That sad feeling lingers on the tip of the pen.
Half sad, half bright.
Waiting for your green time.
Modern poem 5 of Meeting You commemorates our minors. I remember when I was young.
I found you among thousands of people. So there you are!
I appreciate your clumsiness and romance. Clumsy romance
What you see is not necessarily true. Old movie stories
One person, an adventure. The world is far wider than you think.
No time? Then travel with your eyes. Dream trip
Every poisonous apple has a rescued prince charming. Every problem has its own solution. Snow White
Someone fell in love with you at first sight, when TA met you for the second time.
Your appearance has filled my life with miracles. Meet a miracle
We are all small, but who says we are not strong? The Butterfly Effect
I just want to wait for you quietly. I'm waiting for you
No matter how far it is, it is just a sweet and surprising gift. The distance between two telephone lines. If you miss me, call me. ...
Can I ask you out?
Send you a sweet, a surprise. Send you a sweet letter.
The best thing is to share everything with you.
Thank you for giving me this colorful dream.
I have a little dream that I will always have you in my life.
Why lie to yourself?
We are the same.
You are my reflection.