Good morning modern poetry

Forgive the South for not having dreams

Send gentleness to the far north

The reluctance to leave behind the dust and wind and rain

Do you still remember My appearance

I have never forgotten the hometown of the wind

Being in your arms is also a vision of hope

I heard from Jinan that your ultimate lies in desire

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But it is not on the shoulders of beauty

So I am used to looking down with eyes higher than Mount Everest

It turns out that the north will also pass through your eyes

The tenderness of the profound and far-reaching road

Lingyan Temple blurred the fear

I spent half my life for this

I lamented why the water of Daming Lake is so peaceful< /p>

However, Baotu Spring tells the truth and talks about the wind that is more interesting than confession

Don’t avoid it

The love of Lover Slope by Jiazi Lake is more pious than you and me< /p>

What’s wrong with me staying after years of taking photos

Saying that the rest of my life is a simple journey

Do you dare to walk on Qinglong Mountain

It’s not as good as having me by your side

I lied

The North knows your real name

I am in the breeze's chest

Filling the sorrow that is the source of all rivers with crying

But you are my fantasy that I have no desires

Beauty is not Your destiny

There is no need for Shannan to be sentimental about this

I just need to sit and wait

Waiting for the North to accompany me

Wait Wander with me in the north

The words you brought when you came warmed my heart

Why should I, a southerner, be so sad

Believing in Buddhism and Sakyamuni makes you unforgettable

I sincerely pray for your peace and health

All the disappointments have been returned and tolerated

I put on a red dress for Hongyegu, who doesn’t know how to cherish her.

It turns out that love does not require faith at all

This worldly world has finally fallen into sleep

You and I look back

Namtso’s spine lowered

But it will not fall on the hearts of scholars

In this way, we will not be outdone by our extravagant hopes

The panic that has been singing for years

Has it boiled in the Grand View Garden? By my side

The warmth in my hand has already arrived at Qushuiting Street

I only represent the south in it

So I will not look back when I embark on the journey< /p>

Don’t be disappointed

The strong wind will sting your eyes

I am tired of walking alone and willing to take it easy

I want to stay with you In the north