In the world of mortals
In fact, I am an incomplete person.
So, I am used to it.
Day and night.
Naturally, I will carry a lonely lamp.
I always hope that at some crossroads.
Meet another me
(2)
all one's life
Not long, not short.
If anyone is willing to join me.
Look at the green leaves of spring flowers.
Enjoy maple leaves and flying snow.
I think
This life is the best.
(3)
Honey, where is it?
It first appeared in that autumn.
And the facts have long changed.
What a heartbreaking scene it was!
Like peach blossoms and spring breeze.
Can only forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
I just don't know
This solitary lamp in my hand
Can you hold out until the next meeting?
Modern Poetry 2 Where does love come from, not physical dance in bed?
It's not a long night, whispering by the bed,
It doesn't walk hand in hand, but goes hand in hand.
Love under the bed is not ethereal and comfortable.
Love is faint fragrance and sweetness.
This is Gu Quan, a pair of crystal clear reflections.
This is a glass of hard liquor, burning with passion.
what is love ? Love, there.
Love is the free will of the soul.
It is the fragrance of spontaneous combustion flame and the superposition of heart.
It is pure and true. No desire, no desire, is the infiltration of spirit.
Two hearts depend on each other, which is the most thorough payment.
Love is on the mountain, in the spring, in the ripples of the river.
In the wind, rain and snow, the romance of the sea dried up and the rocks broke.
At the time of sacrifice, in the regret of dedication
In the practice of realizing the promise of truth and reality
Love is not material, not possessive, not besieged, not caged.
It's a pure and exciting poem.
It's a wonderful essay, elegant and distracting.
It is a classic novel, with nostalgia and personal experience.
Where is Modern Poetry 3? Where is it?
Where are you?
I've looked everywhere,
But I can't find you.
You're nearby,
But it is virtual in the network!
I thought you were in front of me,
But that's just the air in front of you!
Although always dependent,
But only in dreams.
Honey, where is it?
Where are you?
That spring,
Xiangyun floats in the blue sky,
Brought the flower season of ice butterflies.
The vows of two hearts,
You became the only one for me.
Countless days and nights,
In our hearts,
Brew intoxicating sweetness!
Countless thoughts and concerns,
In our dreams,
Pass silently.
Honey, where is it?
Where are you?
The helplessness of fate
I can only sigh.
The immediate worries,
My heart is wandering.
I only
It is sunny and rainy,
I only
At arm's length,
In this beautiful spring,
Want me to give up my heart?
On a cold spring morning,
I should,
Let the butterfly dream become a memory?
Honey, where is it?
Where are you?
I looked at the blue sky,
Find your dream:
I looked at the city of dreams,
Listen to your heart.
I stopped at merlin,
I have heard your fragrance for a long time,
I walked in the rain lane,
Sweet memories of drunkenness!
The butterfly dream of love,
An unspeakable ending,
Love in dreams,
Still longing,
Dear, you are in my heart!