It is the indulgence of grasshoppers to the fragrant rice on both sides.
It's a frog
Dream is the warmth of a child snuggling behind me.
This is a whisper from time to time.
It is warm eyes that cover my heart.
Rain is falling all walks intermittently.
Want to turn to see her smile.
The moon is still sly around the corner.
also
Her sparse hair is hazy.
Trapped in the faint moonlight
She drools on my shoulder when she sleeps at night.
The hand hugging my neck is night.
Breathe carefully and cover your ears.
It's also evening.
A girl took my hand.
Uneven roads make more noise.
I want to hold back the smugness of my mouth.
Just keep my shoulders tight.
Can you hold back your inner surge?
not bad
A drop of rain slipped into my eyes.
Will turn into a small tear.
flow
I want to put my arm around her shoulder.
Pointing at the jagged shadows on the ground and laughing.
You can only lean on my shoulder.
But I can't stop thinking about falling flowers by the running water.
And running water has no heart for flowers.
Remember who stepped on the frog in the field barefoot?
I also know which house was knocked down by who.
No matter who refers to the moon with whom, his ears are scratched.
A familiar figure came over.
I just want you to walk down this road hand in hand.
I can walk here.
I can set foot on this land
Even if my body leaves you tomorrow.
I hope my footprints will stay here forever.
earth
I hope you can accept and purify a heart that is gradually disappearing from your breath again.
Appreciation of poetry about dreams II. I am a bee flying around.
The nourishment of thirsty flower juice
Stop in silence
Your fragrance is very strong.
Lemon yellow lemon yellow
It exudes faint scrolls and watercolors.
Quiet and changeable.
You are my yellow rose.
You mash the juice with petals.
Draw a picture of blue sky, white clouds, rivers and flowing water.
I am a white cloud stretching on your screen.
I am the running water in your river bed.
My smile is the rosy clouds on the emblem.
My tears are fireworks and March rain.
I am your yellow rose
Vicissitudes are submerged pearls.
Big waves and sand washing are all small rocks on the beach.
It's just a handful of clarity for you
Just blowing a ray of coolness for you.
Just for you to sink a fragrance
Just throw you a piece of paper.
Close the Korean pine door to isolate the noise.
Light a stick of incense and stir up smoke.
Close your eyes in the still curtains.
You come with Hai Zi.
Jian Dan Qin Xin Lang illuminates the moon.
I rest in the sound of the blue scale.
Indulge in your dreams.
You are so magnificent in my dream.
I paved a colorful bridge for your glory.
You and I are across the sea.
I merge with you in the sunrise and sunset.
In argot and splendor
Trekking on the bridge to glory
You are lonely. bleak
My laughter is full of flowers.
Decorate and enrich your loneliness
The winding of the book sword and the harp
Let the landscape picture have it.
A trickle.
Appreciation of poetry about dreams iii. Good dreams in my hometown
Come to see my hometown with me,
I like winding rivers,
Rice fragrance wafts in the wind.
I want to see Asan's tree seeds.
There are lonely thoughts floating there.
I want to pick a river.
The seeds of disappointment flow,
In the evening breeze, the river seems to flow deeply.
Flowing to the sad village.
There was a girl,
Look at me like this,
It's a little strange.
I said,
What cannot be changed, let it go,
Just like the river tonight only took away the wound tonight,
And the unknown world is still behind me.
Light the warm lamp.
She looked at my back,
Swinging in the lonely wind,
Left alone,
This is a chaotic world,
Loneliness is a deep feeling,
I don't know.