The cold wind kept the rain.
Keep banging on my window pane.
At the same time, I also heard the sound of the waves.
Long-lost and familiar sounds of nature
Woo hoo.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This sound makes me addicted and attached.
Reminds me of my middle school days.
That lonely Sunday night
Without the company of classmates
Only the broken plastic film in the dormitory.
Shaded windows and cold night talk
Bargaining again and again.
Always let enough paper not be silent
That sound wave
As if playing in my ear.
The most beautiful notes
The most beautiful chord
I no longer feel lonely and lonely.
Tonight, hearing this beautiful melody
Excitement prompted me to get up.
It's like welcoming an old friend from afar.
When I lift the curtain,
Stand in the dark window and look out.
But I can't see the wind.
I only heard the sound of raindrops.
Keep looking at my window
Want me to let them in
But I still didn't open the window.
At this point, I suddenly understood.
What comes in may not really be what you want.
Only by integrating the mind into nature.
Feel the harmony of nature.
The typhoon swept over your head tonight.
In fact, this is really the most imaginative picture in life.
The most commonly used utensils, pots and pans.
Dancing in front of a sudden gust of wind
Honey, listen.
Drumming gongs and drums, the trumpet sound of Ula.
Is there a more beautiful voice than this?
Is there a more beautiful voice than this?
Drumming gongs and drums, the trumpet sound of Ula.
Honey, listen.
In the face of a sudden gust of wind
Life is full of music.
It's just that I often forget my existence.
Teana Modern Poetry 3 Carves poems about love on bright lightning.
I really feel a little weak.
When the lightning of love lights up
But I can't catch any of them.
Watching a little bit away from me
Like a green snake swimming silently into the distance.
In the distance is the darkness covered by a typhoon.
The whole city is blacked out tonight.
People with insomnia sleep on acacia.
Acacia is a poem without a theme.
Teana modern poetry 4 showers
Who plays the pipa in the dark night sky?
Jingle and drop gems.
Means fire and gold.
Quenched crystal
In this way, I watered my quiet surroundings.
My head is full of holes.
Honey, it fell into my heart.
It's solidified iron.
Consists of sad morphemes and words.