be happy and comfortable
Beautiful poems embellish life.
I hope everyone is happy.
Including those who love me and those I love.
In the sky
The geese return to the south.
Fly in a herringbone
The pursuit of poetry never gave up.
Fall from the snow in winter
Autumn, when the red leaves are all over the mountain.
Write poems with love.
Give up the trouble of falling in love
Looking forward to the happiness of flowers.
Free and easy brushwork
There is no turmoil in officialdom.
From the moisture of summer rain
Spring is full of romantic flowers.
From sunrise to sunset
The beautiful moment is reappearing.
As pure as snow
There are flying doves.
Record task
Continue to be happy.
smile
Along the way-Brother Lu.
My happiness in February is accompanied by a lonely pillow and sleepless night, tossing and turning around the dark curtains. Acacia bitter wine leaves resentment in vain, and dreams are recalled in a pile of gibberish.
Pear flower begonia has been longing to wear mulberry fields for thousands of years.
who is it?
Looking at lovesickness with a piece of paper?
Sleepless tonight, I started to remember Qinghuan and asked who sent it?
A word of rain and dew, three thousand pagoda.
A pool of frost. Who dyed it?
A leaf blocks the clouds, and three thousand smoke waves.
A piece of autumn water, a few frames of old shadows.
A fragrant evening jade, three thousand dreams die.
A faint youth, sunset Xiao Ge.
A discerning person, who dumped the city?
As long as you keep your promise, who will make the dreamer miss you?
A screen of bamboo umbrella, who will watch eternity?
A broken bridge, an umbrella, a trip on earth, who is talking nonsense?
One party, Ropa, who wrote the letter? How many years of infatuation?
Open the window lightly; How much love, quiet and considerate, sent to the dream room. ..
A pen and an ink, very long.
A bunch of words, boiling little feelings
I'm in a dream. Where are you?
Tonight, the beautiful scenery is paved and the memory is lingering.
I put beauty in an ungrateful heart.
Flowers bloom and fall in a quiet dream
Alone with that faint promise.
It's windy tonight
Blow out the dream catcher's mood
Memories rolled up with curtains ...
Listening to the return of snow, I want to cry without tears.
The right notes fall in my heart.
The lovesickness, which is constantly being cut, drowns the tears in my heart.
Moisten with your twilight
The hesitation of the heart
Expectation for love
Trembling hands knocked on the buttons on the keyboard.
Looking forward to the words taking me into the ripples of dreams.
Think of the old days
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
Dancing butterfly
We flew in pairs.
I thought that would leave eternity.
But the cold wind blew away our memories.
Standing in the wind
I always feel that I can't help the corvee.
Displaced, get carried away.
It feels like snow in June.
How many feelings and sadness are fluttering.
Are you okay when you sleep?
Because I am addicted to the past.
So I can't extricate myself
I really want to walk into your dream.
But the cold wind dragged me to my original place.
Pinellia ternata blooms in July.
My thoughts of you are floating in the flowing water, slowly flowing.
If one day,
God arranged for us to pass by.
Can you recognize me in the crowd?
I believe that we will not pass by in silence and vicissitudes.
If we pass by, we can't feel each other's hearts trembling.
That will be the sorrow of my life.
Wandering alone forever, falling down in the fading years
Without you, you can never pick up a smile.
A full screen of snow
Endless desolation
Tears filled with heartache. ......
No matter where my thoughts go tonight.
You are still in my heart. ......
Appreciate the galaxy
Missing is like flowing water on the magpie bridge around Aobao.
On the grassland under the stars
Light up a lovesickness moon
Burning with endless lingering
Sit down and lie down ......
Romantic night, warm dream, lifelike. ...
Memories last forever, leaving a hickey, as inseparable as paint. ...
If I fall asleep, will I wake up
If I wake up, I will stay awake.
Miss you ..