In this beautiful spring, there are always some touching feelings, which gradually spread and spread quietly, and there is an invisible abyss hidden in my heart.
This season is suitable for lyricism. I want to write many love poems. I hope every word and sentence is you. Although there is nothing about you in the world, I am eager to open my eyes and see your shadow everywhere.
Did you get a look at him?
Breeze blowing, elegant and light petals dancing gently, as if the tenderness hidden in the heart can also be turned into a smile in an instant, as beautiful as those flowers.
Memory is a necessary life course. I stop and go in my memory, and pure reincarnation must go through years. Countless assumptions about spring, all kinds of imaginations about you, bloom in the depths of this spring, over the grass, over the sea of hearts, over this passionate season, like a graceful poem, hidden in the bottom of my heart.
I am waiting for the feather to turn into a butterfly in my poem, just like those beautiful stamens, and finally only the last petal is left, as lonely as me.
When spring begins to sing, people are intoxicated with singing. The beautiful Nujiang Grand Canyon, with countless beautiful mountains and rivers, conforms to my thoughts and twists and turns in my thoughts, so that I can freely express my feelings.
The warm breath of March always evokes some uneasy feelings, which makes my thoughts begin to flood inexplicably and freeze into a page of peach blossom poems with fragrance.
What I hate most is that your figure, your breath, so completely and clearly enter the dream.
I remember you once told me that even if I wither into a broken chrysanthemum, you will love me well and make your loving heart intoxicated, and you will cherish this hard-won fate.
Now, it's late at night, and I'm gently combing through 3,000 thoughts, with graceful thoughts and those lost times, remembering the romance and beauty of meeting you and me.
The city lights are still bright, and the lights that warm your dreams have fallen asleep. I always like to keep you in my heart. Now, let me hang you in the sky. I want your eyes to be as bright and naughty as twinkling stars, as if watching me fall asleep quietly.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
I can't stop the spring scenery all over the mountain, the inner river, and let all the damp breath stop in the dark, just like I can't stop thinking of you.
Look, how beautiful this peach blossom is. After the stunning, the flush in the corner of the eye has not faded. Tonight, let me write a beautiful and affectionate love poem, and let me be intoxicated in this poem full of thoughts, just as I am intoxicated in your eyes.
Don't complain, your oath has become the most gorgeous dream of my life. No matter how they travel through the storms of the years, I can only silence my mind and let the years settle. I know even if I try my best, I can't follow. What is drifting away is your back, which will only be fixed as a sad landscape in my heart.
At the moment, the wind is very strong, and my heart hurts slightly. The feeling of loneliness always comes too fast.
While the oblique wind and drizzle haven't wet our eyes, while there is still Bai Yueguang like silver tonight, let the night like water extend indefinitely, and let us remember each other firmly.
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Missing in the Spring of March: A Prose Poem of Merlin's Emotional Monologue
March 20 13, early spring. Merlin garden. At the age of 26, I am like fog, rain and wind. Gently, gently close to the words of your white snake like Jiangnan. The raindrops wet the ribbon. At this time, I am Xu Xian, an official who is wearing a dark blue shirt and reciting poems and painting by the West Lake. After spring, I approached the broken bridge on the West Lake, and you gave me an oil-paper umbrella at Bridge 24. Flowers, blooming enchanting, with delicate fragrance, poetic feelings and undercurrents. Looking back at my blue shirt, your West Lake water has drunk all my life's thoughts. In this way, I hid the deep feelings of this life and the afterlife, searched silently in the text, and saw through you when there were vicissitudes! ?
Like fantasy, like dream, like yarn. Soft, soft, in the mirror fog, a soft spring water rises slowly, revealing a white suit. You are a weak white lady, and the tea is fragrant. At this time, the spring is full, the blue sea is clear and the sun is shining. I miss you very much, whispering poetic soft words in my ear with the most charming posture. Between the lines, there are endless tenderness, rippling in the heart, faint fragrance, eyebrows and eyes like hooks, and when you are smart, you are immersed in the fragrance you suddenly meet. ?
When you come, the wind chime under my maple tree will shake a poem for you. Every word is an intoxicating expectation. That's the whisper of heart condensation. If you stand in the wind, you can listen. Careless exhaustion Shu Mei and Meiyuan, a poem that wakes up in spring, will never make you cry for the despair of the world again. I use the charm of words. The stories of our Millennium began to extend in love. Please extend your tender and sweet hand, hold our coolness from generation to generation, and never let go. ?
I really want to be close at hand and far away, so we sit by the window all our lives. If I can turn into a shining star and spend every night with you, as long as you don't cry, you won't feel lonely. Even if you let me cut Yushu like WU GANG and never break it, as long as you laugh, I am willing to warm your heart with the only strength in my life. ?
You gave me three years of happiness and made me look back. I want you to be gentle and affectionate all your life. You have been my white mother for three years, and I am willing to be your Xu Lang all my life. You used sweet words for three years, and your melody lingered in my heart. I really want to hear your breathing without distance every night. Tonight I close my eyes again and listen to your sad melody with my heart. Let the inner quiet thoughts fall in love with a sandalwood umbrella in Jiangnan. I live under an umbrella, floating and flowing, singing softly for you. Under the window of Meilinxuan, my flute is ringing, just for you. I gently played a drunken song and cried my eyes.
You once gave me all your love in the language of flowers. I deeply, deeply remember that every word you ever said was your lips quietly opened in my ear, like the wind. You gave me a thousand gentle smiles at that time, which has warmed my heart. You gave me a calm look, and my heart lit up. With a touch of shyness, you fell into my poetic wind shadow, blowing a pool of water and emitting a pink fragrance. You are a bright moon in the water mirror, and I am eager to rely on you for a long time. ?
I can't resist your charm and miss your affection. But now, Fang's soul is empty, who can solve this situation? Meilin's heart is fragrant and tender. In the dream, a person is drunk, and the song is full of lingering songs. Merlin didn't wake up. Bai Niang was drunk. A thousand words, for you, have merged into five drops of ink "I am willing to do it for you." Miss you, I'm willing to laugh with Yi, never say goodbye. Even if it's only through the "thinking" of dust and the "love" of pain, I will love you and love you. Under the window of Meilinxuan, I dressed myself up as the son of the Xu family who came out of the scrolls, just to step on the lotus fragrance of the White Snake. ?
I miss you charming and affectionate, with eyes like water waves, eyebrows and eyes like Ying Ying, the most beautiful and charming, and the pen and ink are fragrant and blurred, which deeply wet the neon songs in my acacia words. Luo Shan gently waved the graceful and ancient incense in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and I came to you tonight on the path of the sound of poetry and flowers. Let me, with my man's gentleness, exchange your charm, amorous feelings, accompany you, and have a romantic life! ?
Tingting, you are a soft-hearted white lady. You came to my study from my porch window tonight. You smile very charming and gentle. When you look at me, it's like the warmth of spring breeze. Gentle eyes, light, shallow hidden light eyes. Inadvertently, I fell in love with you So, your light pity and my graceful and restrained, one by one eyebrows, dreamlike, never lingering, lingering. Through the maze of thousands of years, with the fragrance of my last life, I put it into my pillow, and I will stay with you tonight, sleepless all night. Your lips are full of water and your breath is in my ear. You let me listen to your sweet and affectionate words. With your name on the pillow, I slept soundly. In my arms, you are beautiful and charming, charming, the morning star and the waning moon, and the tenderness of the cape make me sleep peacefully. ?
Four eyes are opposite, staring at each other, you are reluctant to part, affectionate, waiting and waiting. Tonight, I walk in the elegant ancient rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry for you, and weave a graceful and beautiful dream for you. These poems bear the tenderness of my four seasons and my deep thoughts for you in the past three years. The gentle rhythm is as beautiful as a butterfly and lingering as a drizzle. Wash away the sad spring water on your West Lake lotus pond. The long sleeves of missing dance in the song of silent night. Love. A love word tells me my eternal love for you in this life. Love, I have written countless times in the heart lake; Love, I have written it with my heart a thousand times.
The whole Tang poetry, the whole Song poetry, gave birth to my tears tonight. 20 13 In the early morning of March 6th, in the dead of night, Merlin's love for you is unfolding for you layer by layer. I wonder if you can read through my 25-year-old poem, cicada dew is your autumn branch? If you can, let your eyes lock on me tightly, just for you, my charming white Niang, I only dance for you. I really want to never wake up in my life. Let me dance in your soul and do my best in my sweetest years.