Poetry 1 about staying
Autumn is here
The big tree asked the leaves:
Can you stay?
The leaves said sadly
The season is here, this is a natural phenomenon
What should go will go and what should come will come
The big tree kept sighing
The gentle words of comfort from the leaves
Next year there will be a new batch of leaves to accompany you
Can you stay?
Think But it’s difficult
Because we came here just to go back
In order to catch up with the times, we came together
In order to lead the trend, we had to separate
Don’t sigh, don’t be sad, don’t miss it
Because people have moved away
But the hearts are not really separated
Autumn is here
The tree asked the leaves
After being together for so long, you might stay
The leaves said lightly
The separation is temporary or maybe forever
But my heart stayed
Everything will never be forgotten
What needs to go goes
What stays stays forever About what stays Poetry 2
The scenery of light autumn is a landscape painting with suitable shades
I originally thought I could work hard to expand it
Just like those between us Subtle connections and monologues
One stroke at a time, slowly and quietly flowing through the fingers of time
Just me reading my book
You write Your words
They are different ways
The words I once loved so much
are now like needles and sharp swords piercing my eyes and reaching my heart
Every time Every word and every sentence is full of joy
A burst of laughter in the sea
A burst of anger in Wushan
The indifference in laughter
The sound of anger The passion in it is ruthlessly annoyed
The persistence of a pair of people in one issue
is meaningless
The story is similar in every issue
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What accompanies me are the footprints you left behind
I seem to understand what you said, maybe we are not suitable
The distance will always exist
Plowing can only shrink or enlarge
The beauty that cannot be reached
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Although it is long gone, it will not fade
Just like the sun that rises every day
Even darkness is just the temporary language of the starry sky
If One day I feel tired, tired
Please tell me gently first