A ray of Leng Xiang parted, and Qian Qian shone with rainbow light.
Warm the red window lattice, and half go to the smoke screen.
Hate can't square things, thousands of books as a chapter.
Poetry is rhyming, false and useless.
The rain stirred half a red flower,
A colorful fairy pose, a song Guan Ju forget about it.
The second poem:
Love comes from the heart, as red as makeup,
Beautiful as summer, warm as spring.
I love eternity.
In fact, the most important thing is your heart and your love. Beautiful poetry is not as good as one's own actions. See horsepower in the distance and people's hearts for a long time.