A poem written on a red maple leaf
Give me the feeling.
It's so persistent
A feeling of certainty
Grafting poetic autumn
Hong smiled.
I have an appointment with Hongyan.
Go to Jiangnan to pursue the past
Interpret a beautiful legend
You are a poem.
A poem written on a red maple leaf
Food for me.
It's so persistent
Although it is a silent touch.
As shocking as the heart.
Drunk silhouette engraved in my heart.
Waiting for a thousand years of silence
Living in a snow house in Kunlun
Clean folk songs
You are a poem.
A poem written on a red maple leaf
Give me warmth.
It's so persistent
Real words are just a few lines of affection.
This is a smart vein.
Wake up and spread romantic words.
500 years of faith.
In Populus euphratica, pipa plays and sings.
Holding your hand like a poem, you are already in love.
Written on the autumn night of 20xx. 10.3, 23. 14.
The tall bookshelf blocked my view.
Blocking my thoughts in poetry
I swam naked in the poetic river.
My inspiration was intoxicated by clever poetry.
Sort out sincere thoughts and lines.
Melted the impetuous psychology of the world of mortals
Take a deep breath and share the poetic atmosphere.
Taste the friendship between the lines
The smell is full of tang style.
There is also the rhythm of song ci in the taste.
Chew the ups and downs of life carefully.
Seriously distinguish the rhythm of life pulsation
About the ups and downs of employees
A series of plays that reconcile life.
Recitation of cadence poems
Touch the historical background
Understanding is simple and heavy.
I don't know which generation of poet he is.
Burn a golden mark on my heart.
From now on, my soul belongs to you.
In your orbit
Accept the sacred baptism of the soul
I thought I was a nerd.
The secret of eating the combination of Chinese characters
Facing the pious wall of books and poems
Sing silently.
Immersed in the river of books and poems
Gently drifting across a pentagonal red maple leaf.
The journey to the distant place is still romantic and poetic.
I think the red maple leaves carry poetry.
Sail, cut the sail with your heart.
The veins of the five-pointed maple leaves may be charts.
Let me live devoutly in the ends of the earth
Pray for that pure land
Life is destined to be attached to poetry.
I found the element of love in maple leaf stationery.
Maple Leaf Modern Poetry 2 A piece of red maple leaf,
It was an autumn,
It's the memory of autumn,
You can cherish it with your heart,
It can also fall with the wind.
Maple leaves in autumn,
Like a glass of fragrant wine,
Drunk the whole dream of Chunhua.
Maple leaves in autumn,
Like a girl's cheek,
All my worries,
Just for the full moon.
The seasons have not changed,
The years passed without a trace.
The faint one is the cloud,
The wind is soft,
If life needs a color,
Crimson maple leaves in autumn,
Perhaps the best explanation.
It hurts when you hate it,
Love will break.
Those inexplicable sentimentality and surprises,
Either it's a farewell song,
Or passionate about it.
Life is like a parallel track,
In late autumn,
Looking for the destination and rings of the soul.
After an autumn rain,
No more wandering, only waking up,
That happy partner is still far away,
You have to pursue it all your life.
Pick a maple leaf in autumn,
Pick a leaf of life,
Write down those past events and stories.
What fades is only the scenery,
Those caring feelings and truths,
In a warm heart has become eternal.
Maple Leaf Modern Poetry 3 I am a solo maple leaf.
There was a trace of pain from the branches.
Floating on hills, wading across rivers.
Will be reluctant to be in this beautiful autumn goodbye.
There are too many words to finish.
Too much concern makes me reluctant to go far.
I am a solo maple leaf.
Please don't cast pity eyes.
In my world.
There was once a crisp song of spring.
There was once a lush summer.
And when clothes are full of life, and two of a kind's love.
I am a solo maple leaf.
Please don't give me envious eyes.
Behind my bright smile
Hiding the sadness you will never understand.
In my light dance steps
Step on a mess you'll never see through
I am a solo maple leaf.
Even if the scenery is silent, it is only a single shadow.
I still hold my head high.
Have a sweet dream
Let the bleak wind pass through my vicissitudes.
I believe that since fate has arranged today's separation.
There will be another meeting tomorrow.
I am a solo maple leaf.
The sky is my curtain.
The earth is my stage.
Bugs croak, frogs croak, and gongs and drums are close to me.
I have the sun, moon and stars to witness my unyielding belief.
Even if no one applauds.
End gracefully
I am a solo maple leaf.
An inescapable fate.
But I can't erase the clear fragments of happiness between blood vessels.
I can't keep the unforgettable fate in this life.
But this can't stop me from dreaming of a grand spring.