Always think of yourself as a pearl
There is always the pain of being buried.
Treat yourself like dirt.
Let everyone step on you. Zhi Lin, you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
"By mistake" Zheng Chouyu, I walked across the south of the Yangtze River.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been uncovered.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passer-by ... "Life" North Island (a poem) network "Silent Feelings" Wang Guozhen (you can also check her "Love Life") always has such moments.
Ai sureba koso
Just sneak away.
Avoid profit.
What I can't hide is that.
Silent feelings
Walking in the moonlight
Wandering in sleep
Emotional problem
I often don't understand.
You don't want love.
It's not that I don't love.
I'm scared.
Love is also a kind of injury to a generation.
The night gave me black eyes,
I use it to find the light.
Xu zhimo, by accident
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You don't have to be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
"Maybe" Shu Ting
Maybe our worries
There are always no readers.
Maybe the road has started to go wrong.
The result is still wrong.
Maybe we should light lanterns one by one.
And was blown out by the strong wind one by one.
Maybe burn out life and light up the darkness.
There is no fire around to keep warm.
Maybe the tears are gone.
The land is more fertile.
Maybe we sing the sun.
Also sung by the sun
Maybe the heavier your shoulders are.
The higher the faith.
Maybe shout for all the suffering.
I have to keep silent about my personal misfortune.
perhaps
Due to an irresistible call
We have no choice but to write these first. Their poems are all very good (I only chose one). You have nothing to ask.