In the year when Oranges became popular,
she met him on campus.
He walked up to her,
holding a dark green orange leaf,
his sparkling eyes,
glowing with youthful brilliance.
She walked up to him,
holding a piece of orange pulp,
Her bright red face,
was full of infinite shy girlish feelings.
In the year when the orange was red,
she invited him to have an outing.
He listened attentively to her singing,
Hands clasped, fingers clasped and hands clapped,
A string of beautiful notes rippled in his heart.
She deeply listened to his poems.
She leaned her head lightly, embraced her arms, and sang softly.
There were waves of soul singing in her chest.
In the year when the orange was red,
she met him under the bright moon.
the orange leaves are bright and bright, and
the fragrance permeates the night sky.
Looking at the sky from a distance side by side,
There is no end to the vast Sichuan dome.
Whispering softly and flying to the Milky Way,
The stars are smiling and touching the moon.
lovers in pairs
love each other
make a beautiful wish,
I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful for thousands of miles.
In the year when the orange became popular,
she walked into the marriage hall with him.
Love is an orange flower, which
blooms with everlasting fragrance.
Marriage is an orange fruit,
It bears witness to the loyalty of the vows of eternal love.
At the moment when she and his feet step on the red carpet,
the journey of life will turn a new page.
whether you are poor or rich,
whether you are healthy or sick,
hold your hand and grow old with your son,
be kind and loving, and walk unswervingly all your life. Modern Poetry of Oranges 2
Fruitful autumn has arrived
WeChat circle is full of golden fruits
Year after year
Is it the orange grove
or the golden fruit
or the familiar smell
Change is the trace of time
Black hair turns white hair
Skin is covered with it. It died
some people died; It lived
when children who used to have fun passed through the orchard
now it has grown up
the sweetness of being in love
now it only recalls
the orange is ripe
it has been baptized by years
the orange is ripe
it shows her cutest side with a proud attitude
but no one knows what it has experienced
.
Do you remember reading when you were a child?
Do you remember the first love letter you sent?
do you remember stealing oranges as a child?
Do you still remember the shy memories of youth photographed under the orange tree?
Now that we have grown up, we have become
silent
The orange tree is still the orange tree of that year
Now that we have grown up, we have our own family
The orange tree is still the orange tree of that year
But when we are old
Do you still remember the memories in the orange orchard?
when we are old
do you remember your childhood friends?
When we are old
Do you still remember the memories of youth?
when we get old
can you still remember that familiar smell?
sour and sweet
The oranges are ripe again ...