Love is a flower. When it fades, it will be lonely.
Have described the dream of love.
The joy of thinking becomes a countdown.
Take love as the whole of life.
Love is so unforgettable
Memories over and over again
Recall you at that time
Still waiting for you in the same place
You leave quietly.
I can't find your trace anymore.
The heart has gradually become clear.
I realized who loved me the most.
The intersection of fate no longer meets.
There are memories at this intersection.
Have a drink.
Listen to a sad tune
Sorrow and trouble haunt me.
Tired, I don't know when to rest.
Waiting alone at night
The tenderness agreed in previous lives
Can we wait?
The secret code you and I agreed on
I don't know when it is right.
A gust of wind in this life
How much can time move?
The cycle of love years
This life is waiting for your beauty.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter is another season.
Maple leaves fall in red beauty.
Dragging a stump waiting for you to come back.
I'm afraid I can't wait for this reincarnation.
Red, blue and purple flowers wither.
The sun rises in the east in the morning.
wrinkled face
Smile and sadness.
Finally waiting for you.
I'm not sad even if I die.
Under the locust tree, the mind is at ease.
Close your eyes and take you away.
Always have a smile on your face.
Look at each other when you go to heaven
Pickled poems, love poems
Mixed with a handful of salt of missing.
Pickled out the fragrance of poetic rhyme
In the exciting voice of love
I heard a cry like kimchi.
Elephants are bleached and dyed in vats.
Long-term pickling
Poems of love
Salty and sour has long been a foregone conclusion.
In your ignorant heart
I can't smell any sour taste.
Only that poem is so salty.
I hid that poem in a salt dream.
After many years, the cellar will be raised.
I will smell salty incense.
Lure my appetite for poetry
Pick it up with chopsticks
Put it in your mouth.
It tastes delicious when chewed.
Just to my taste.
Hidden in my poetic dream
Wine can refresh the mind.
The same is true of poetry.
Such as brewing in wine.
Many years later, Dionysus also became a poet.
Like Li Bai's "Hundred Wars Wine Order"
Write acacia in poetry
Brewing and salting
Immerse yourself in a dream
The most beautiful poem
An altar of wine flies out of the rhythm of poetry
But I really want to get drunk
I will pickle you like pickles.
Be my poetic god
Hidden in my poetic dream
Love poems of fallen leaves
to be short
An irrevocable fate
Destined that day.
The taste of falling hurts in my heart.
Lying on the cold ground
I can only cry.
What's the use of crying?
The golden joy of autumn
Who cares about withered tears?
remote
A distance of several meters
Two different worlds.
A day of solitude
Never come back.
Memories and memories
A clear sky with birds and flowers.
It's already yesterday.
Tree, my love
I know you're sad, too
Cold wind, lonely and thin figure
But I don't want to see you decadent.
Your heroic spirit in the wind and rain
This is my pride.
to be short
What I hope
Because I can't be with you anymore.
Then use my body, my love.
Nourish you
spring
The starting point of the next life cycle
I have to find you.
Come back to you.
Waiting for love poems
I used to like other people,
Are you liked by others now,
After all, people are bound to get hurt,
In the pursuit of love,
It's doomed to be painful before you know it,
No one is right or wrong in love,
Only like it or not,
There is no eternity or life,
Only a brief tenderness,
Without holding your hand and vowing to grow old with your son,
It's just that things have changed,
There is no mountain without edges and corners, and the sum of heaven and earth is an eternal commitment to break with the monarch.
Only turning around is a stranger's lie and deception,
In our life,
Many people are just strangers who pass us by.
A passerby who turns around and never sees you again,
But it is undeniable that,
Somewhere in this world,
There must be someone who belongs to us in the vast sea of people, waiting for us to find and hold hands.
In the process of searching,
Maybe there will be many people looking for him, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light.
Maybe there will be a turning point, and it will be missed forever.
But we can't linger on the edge of letting go and persisting.
Always have the courage to find true love to the ends of the earth.
At the end of the love journey,
Maybe you're really rewarding,
Maybe you really have nothing,
But you really went after it,
You can still smile and say to the sky,
I believe that true love will always exist!