Modern Poetry of Luye Qu

One night, an old friend and I were walking on the riverbank, facing each other between the crescent sails. When the eyes blurred the night sky, the melody of "On the Water Side" sounded in my ear, sometimes like piccolo, sometimes like flute. In detail, it is played by reed leaves. Well, the long-lost folk ventriloquism-"Reed Flute"-has returned to the Jianghu. I can't help but get lost in thought and go back to the years in Hunan. When nostalgia was going on, my old friend actually sobbed loudly and talked about the ecstasy time when she hugged him on Tanabata, just like yesterday. Now she is safe? Heaven and man have been separated, blood and tears gouge out the heart, which only increases sadness. Looking forward to Tanabata. I have nothing to comfort, only patting my shoulder and stroking my back is even more worrying. Return the code word, write a poem with its tone and remember it-

Nostalgia is like a dream. Through the depths of ludang

Playing reed leaves in love

Sharpen moonlight

Tease the dancing clouds

Are you flirting with me?

The wind is light and dreamy, sweet.

A cool, refreshing, a mess.

Dark, romantic arrival

Love is silent.

Are you there?

Where did the naughty boy with eyes escape?

The familiar fragrance has betrayed you.

Smelly sweat and fragrant sweat merge.

The beat of youth taps the crescent moon.

Two hearts dance together.

NextWorld" Future Megatropolis

I wonder how much the moon has drifted, Wan Li.

Just arrived at the Galaxy Ferry.

Acacia has crossed many dreams.

I suddenly saw you at the ferry.

Or that long white dress.

The spots remain the same.

This is just a small mud spot in the field.

Has been replaced by stars in the Milky Way.

You've been away from the earth for too long.

Even if the kingdom of heaven is Yuyu Qionglou,

Your heart is still wandering

The moon on Tanabata is very close to you.

Without the protection of another heart

You raise your eyebrows.

Strip the moonlight

Peel it off and then apply it.

Escape, approach.

When will the star come?

You, like this, have

Wait?