You are a flower in my memory.
It won't fade after driving for a long time.
The fragrance of flowers accompanied the cool night on the grassland.
In the wilderness, stretching with the wind.
You are the source of all love.
Flowing in the cold stream of the valley
Clarify, toss and turn, love and linger
Infatuation, all the year round.
You are the words of memory.
A bright moon is shining.
No matter the mood is chaotic.
Will quietly unfold in unknown places.
You are snow and morning dew.
It is the inspiration of neon colors and poetry.
No matter how the years blow past.
It's white. You should be fresh.
You are poem 2.
Accidentally walked into June.
I look forward to June day and night.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night and talked to it in June.
Today, I beg you.
Stand on the balcony, lift the camera and leave a rain curtain.
Blown by the wind, the wind in June gently shook, blown by the rain, and the rain in June gently brushed.
Rows of willows in front of my door in June
I still won't forget their blue stripes
My care, my happiness.
Accidentally walked into June.
When I whispered to the moonlight and the morning sound, it was June.
Today is the dazzling sunshine outside my window.
She stubbornly passed through the window lattice.
Squatting under my ankle, squatting like a good mood in June.
I am very satisfied with the beginning of June.
The vividness of my fingertips is like dancing, a kind of excitement.
But I said to my heart:
Keep your voice down, don't scare June away, she's still a baby who fell to the ground!
Accidentally walked into June.
done
More beautiful and exquisite than I expected.
Accidentally walked into June.
done
I raised my right hand and faced the dusk in the evening and the dusk in June.
Light language way:
Tonight, you are the whole of my poetry.