Always inexplicably sad in the autumn wind
The cold wind blew off the yellow leaves.
Yesterday's youth
Immersed in the cold river.
With the dream of zero adjustment
Quietly drifting away.
Dusty memory
It always opens instantly.
The rainy season in Na Yue that year.
Distant southern girl
Extremely naive
Meet me in words
Letter after letter.
From thousands of miles away
Fly to the school mailbox
I sit at my desk.
Read your beautiful words
Every word or phrase
Think for a long time.
Write a reply
Stroke by stroke
But it is difficult to make sentences.
I put a pen.
Your purity
I can't hurt.
Your "hope"
I also want to fly.
However, I always feel that the future is bleak.
So choose.
Hide silently in the corner
Being young and ignorant is too rampant.
I left school before the college entrance examination.
I told you to stop writing.
If one day I fly to yellow
I will find your hometown.
However, my friend told me
You're still writing to the school.
Some students opened it.
In laughter
The writing paper fluttered in the wind.
I was heartbroken.
I trampled on your purity.
I don't deserve your concern for me.
I want to work hard.
Still wasting time
I can't keep my promise.
I can only hide in the corner.
Still silently sad.
year after year
Time gradually erases everything.
It's still sad to think of you.
When did you wear the wedding dress?
What do you look like?
Do you still remember me
How are you doing?
I'll never know
I can only be
When the south wind blows,
Suck gently
I want to be in the wind
Have your fragrance.
When geese go to the south.
Watch in silence.
My thoughts and my blessings
Can I bring it to you?
Modern poetry year after year.
Time flies, and the size of articles has reached thousands.
Poetry pursues Du Li's vigorous succession and Su Xinhao's delay in word effect.
Good rhyme and affection need to be pondered, and words need to be carefully studied.
When time is dull, it will lead to happiness in the old age.
two
The sheep return to A?vagho?a, and the years are in a hurry.
How beautiful towns and villages are, a new chapter in the industry spectrum.
The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon uses high technology, and warships cruise.
Prosperity requires struggle, and dreams can come true with one heart and one mind.
three
I feel that there are local customs everywhere, and the rivers and mountains are beautiful.
Wheatgrass's eyes are clear and the years are in a hurry.
Poetry and fu are often posted on the internet, and guests and friends send incense notes to express their nostalgia.
Friendship is hard to say, magpies are swaying.
four
Red plums are fragrant, and poets are confused by the bright moon.
He Jingfu is obsessed with good laws, and he is obsessed with good words.
The wind and cloud are divided into six petals for a long time, and the years are in a hurry.
Sorting out old chapters is only hate, and the amount is more refined and less re-edited.
five
Wan Li's mountains and rivers add joy, and the pastoral city is a new chapter.
East, west, north and south, line after line, industry biography in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Aircraft carrier cruises the ocean, the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.
No matter how beautiful the glory is, it is hard to stop, and the years are in a hurry.
Attention; He Jing refers to Lin Hejing, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, who loves plum blossoms and has the saying that a plum wife is a crane. There are seven laws handed down from generation to generation in Yongmei.
Fang Weng refers to Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, who loves plum blossoms. The word (Yongmei) has been passed down from generation to generation.