Ordinary life comes naturally.
The history I annotate is all the scenery of the old year.
In the distance, wind chimes rang.
After middle age, become those destined things.
In June, every word that touched me was
My scenery on the road. Perfect years
All good things are the height of language, I
Praise in the blooming fragrance!
Praise the modern poetry in June. In June, I held a purple rose.
Words stand at the crossroads.
Watching you crazily.
In June, I held a pink rose.
The word stands under the moon.
Rethink about your appearance.
In June, I held lilies.
Words sleep in dreams.
Put your heart in your hand.
In June, the rain wet the text.
I can't kiss the fragrance of words
About praising Modern Poetry in June, Rain in March,
Ripples in my heart.
Happy voice,
Singing the beauty of summer.
Rain in June,
Memories of flying childhood.
Fascinated by that old barefoot game,
I got wet in my mother's floral dress.
Rain in June,
Elegant and green whispers.
Mossy rain lane,
Write down our romantic poems.
Rain in June,
Bring friendship to the sky.
Depressed eyes,
Understand the true meaning of life.
Rain in June,
How I want to put on your cloud coat.
I'll show you,
The weeping land.