You hide in the green leaves.
Sing me a love song without words
Melody is like a ripe strawberry
Sour temptation
The heart shape of strawberry
Inject inspiration into my brain
Therefore, poetry is very popular.
Rush out of the secular encirclement
Yearning for the farmyard.
Missed the affectionate communication with Rose.
I cherish the footprints I once had.
After all, the fruit came late.
You use the original
Make up for the nutrition of ordinary people.
Strawberry heart
You were accepted.
I am a walnut.
The shell is hard and hemp.
How to cherish
I can't touch my heart.
You leave
I am an ice cream without care.
memory
Melt me
Show a bright red and soft strawberry heart
Tears are sweet and sour.
expect
Your return
Poetry strawberry
On May 28th, I met a Uighur girl in Anning Canal. White jade is flawless and bright eyes are good. I was deeply attracted. Staring for a long time, forgetting for a long time. However, good dreams are hard to survive, and beautiful images are fleeting. Finally, I only left a sigh in vain, which lingered. -inscription
That autumn ... strawberry market, brown wings hung down at dusk, and the figure fell absently in the jungle. Strawberries flashed along the low earth wall in a deep dream. As I walked, I thought about the dynamic beauty of the passage of time. In the happy forest, I am lonely and melancholy, and the sunset gathers, leaving only a faint red light.
Tall poplars are singing monotonous clapping songs in the evening breeze. Birds fly low on the water, caring for the shadows in the water, and sometimes perch quietly on the branches, dyeing their feathers with sunset.
Fate doesn't know its arrangement. Unexpectedly, at that moment, the cold ashes will go out, colorful purple flowers will penetrate the mountains at night and drive away the sentries wearing bronze helmets and armor in the jungle in the rain.
She stood under the poplar and talked to people. Her eyes looked at the dancing dew. I like clear and sad autumn water. I like this strange dress. The pink skirt is like a peach tree. Who is she talking to? My heart is sad for no reason.
I have been to many places and have been in love with many girls. No one touched my heart as deeply as she did. The bright moon blooms in the dim star, and the melancholy lily is fragrant in the misty night. How I want to kiss strawberry red lips and take a sip of clear eyes.
I stood there for a long time ignored, ignored and forgotten. The autumn wind pours out his heart on the broken string, and the sobbing river sighs gently. My love is far away in Akita, and my heart is like a crushed strawberry, leaving a deep red blood stain.
The hazy sunset on the treetops also left a deep red blood trail.