Yang Xue's Poems
In this life, I have exhausted my courage.
It has also been exhausted in Jiang Lang.
My love for her has disappeared in the past.
This is not love, this is fate.
This promise didn't wait for many years to become bitter.
Casual massiness and lightness.
Why can't a long-term love live alone for a lifetime?
In this life, I hope to meet again, but I don't want to meet again.
It seems that everything is no longer reasonable.
This is not love, this is fate.
Now this heart has all kinds of knowledge.
Only mission and reason.
In order to let yourself go on, even if it is love.
In this life, dreams are like the seeds of love.
She gave up easily by herself.
This is not love, this is fate.
Let my heart drift like a cloud
Wander, wander in space
The dreamland is also full of my sweet words embellishing fantasy.
Humble me, ten years of youth attachment
There will be no more years;
I can't find the feeling of missing anymore.
alack
This is not love, this is fate.
Who calls this heart, leaning against the mirror.
Understand the most anticipated emotional investment.
Love moves with things, and love moves with things.
About the poet: Yang Xue, from Fujian, 1992, now lives in Shenzhen. A person who is willing to spend time writing poems hopes to write all his life. He hopes that the harder he works, the luckier he will be. He hopes to have such soil to continue his hobby. Yang Xue is also a person living in a dream, walking in the vastness of the dream. Writing poetry and prose, I have been looking for that little poem and Zen.