The little kid accidentally picked it off
A wild flower on her waist
And the blue sky hiding in the dew
Together with the poetry of naughty first love
Inserted into the bottle of mountain spring
Blooming with wild flowers since childhood
The dream of blooming has always lingered
Diffusing
Shy and clear floral fragrance and dreamy time
Happiness and floral fragrance
Neat and uniform
Binding into the title page of memory
The format of getting tired of time
We can never tire of looking at wildflowers.
bottle. Mountain spring. That blue sky.
After all, in the arms of a certain noon. Collapse.
The whip whips forward in the dark night
The eyes describe the scars of the annual rings
The blue sky in the south of the Yangtze River
The fragrance of flowers< /p>
Fading away
The poem cannot bear to be broken
Wild flowers and happiness
Wake up often
Some brilliant daytime
Or.
A lonely night