Cultivate sentiment and moisten hair tips.
It will cause ripples in my mind.
I like to travel in the rain.
Keep rowing and think about tomorrow.
You can whistle on my trunk.
I like running in the storm.
Phoenix nirvana, enjoy the experience
You can carve a colorful picture on my mind.
Watching the pedestrians on the road inadvertently speed up the pace.
I just found out
After sunset, it was raining in Mao Mao.
Roll on the side of the road and don't forget to show me my smiling face when you leave.
I don't know whether the rain chased people's footsteps or whether people's footsteps ushered in the ridicule of the rain.
Until pedestrians on the road toss and turn at will.
Keep your head down
I smell a familiar voice.
I once said: If I meet her on this road, I will definitely choose a light wave.
and
Leave only a little greeting.
Pass by without leaving a ripple.
We are together, and your absence is worthy of nostalgia.
After the thunder
It also brought me back to tomorrow.
A moment of looking back
Her smiling face is gone, too
Leaving only a little ripple on the road.
Modern Poetry: In the Rain 2 I am walking in the rain,
Step on a puddle,
It seems to be back,
The wayward days of the past.
Lovely rain boots,
I can't wear it anymore,
Only shoes,
From dry to wet.
I won't dare again,
In front of others,
Tell me how I feel.
Dare not in front of others,
Show my simplicity.
Why is the world now,
Can make people feel so stiff?
I really hope,
You can go back in time.
Reveal my heart,
Dare not in front of others,
Show my simplicity.
This world,
Why should I do this?
Modern Poetry: Wild geese fly in the rain.
A thin thread like a lingering silk thread.
continuously
Keep cutting
I recall the thoughts of distant memories.
-The poem is clear.
Yesterday's downpour revealed countless urgency, forcing the sky to be covered with a layer of white sand early in the morning, covering the people who left in a hurry.
The fresh and pure air brings a little refreshing like rain, and I feel very comfortable and infinitely beautiful.
In this carefree, simple and mysterious country, the soil is wet with rain and water in early summer, emitting a fresh breath. It suddenly occurred to me that here, although it is not as luxurious and magnificent as a big city, this is the difference between big cities, and I can still see beautiful scenery and lush.
At this moment, all the sulks were melted by the drizzle, but the thread in my heart was lingering and kept cutting.
I think Qingming is the time to clean up the "dirt" left by our ancestors in the Ming Dynasty and provide a quiet living place.
I feel an inexplicable intimacy, a natural picture of my hometown, and I set foot on this land of deja vu.
My hometown? The place where our ancestors lived for thousands of years is still lush!
My idea! Miss your elders!
Although the elders have all passed away, they don't want to fall elsewhere! I still left my body and mind in the place where I struggled all my life. In the mountains, I can find their quiet place, surrounded by weeds, and I can see their desire to pursue life after death.
It's raining lightly. Every year, we shed tears for the people we care about, just like our memories and nostalgia.
Not far away, someone came again, carrying a few bottles of good wine to respect the elders.
It doesn't rain much, but here my skirt is wet.
In my memo, I first thought of my father-in-law's company.
I think, it is also in this land that my father-in-law took my hand. I am young, so I followed my father-in-law right and took small steps? My son, braving the same light rain, hurried home. My father-in-law took care of me very carefully, fearing that something would happen to me. Now, I can only see the once brilliant father-in-law in the photo.
Several heat waves piled up in my chest and then subsided with the light rain. I thought of my ancestors, sleeping under the soil, listening to my thoughts and laughing.
I cleaned the tombstones, hoping that they could have a clean place to live.
Ming and Qing dynasties ...
Xiaoyu stopped walking.
Never hide.
My thoughts and
Friends of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
disgorge
-The poem after the title is clear.