The scenery stayed.
The moonlight is weak.
The lover stayed.
Liu Yeer is crazy about people.
In this vast sea of people
Tears congealed on the eyelashes.
Is life separation or separation?
Acacia seems to be a dream
In the world of mortals, grievances are clear.
And your destined relationship with the third generation
The dew is light and the road is heavy, floating and sinking in the sea of people.
Unfamiliar with flowers, full of worries
The brocade book hangs down, and the mood is difficult to calm down.
Looking back on this life, only for a piece of mandarin duck brocade.
Peach blossoms fly all over the mountain, accompanied by it.
The windshield blocked it.
You look down on it.
Sword shadow and knife light, the footprints left by heroes
Why is the enemy late and the wind is urgent?
Laugh at the sky, through thick and thin.
How many outstanding people.
Who saw this dream of change clearly?
A song of Long song, the setting sun reflects the water.
The rose in my dream blooms in the wind.
The music score of Qiangdi can't be photographed by Yanshan bright moon.
So the recruiter closed his eyes
Not for the wind and sand.
Just for the feelings of ignorant children in this life.
Modern Poetry: Flying Flower 2, there you are.
It's gone again
Like a cloud, it comes and goes leisurely.
In this cool autumn.
I have completely opened my youth, scattered all over the place.
A lonely heart returned to its original emptiness.
You hurried by.
Without spring, there is no summer enthusiasm with tenderness.
A face as cold as frost
I can't see a smile.
But you obviously have a temperature.
You lie on your chest to warm the fruit on the branch.
You embrace the crops in the field with your arms.
You used all your magic to make them fall in love with you this season.
And mercilessly killed me.
The west wind rolled up the bead curtain.
Have you ever seen my thin face cry?
Blue clouds and yellow leaves
Did you miss my innocent smile?
You came running and I left sadly.
We are destined to be strangers this season.
perhaps
This is my most beautiful home.
the last time
Dance a waltz for you
Just wanted to tell you.
Some life
There is only one young man.
Some young people.
Bloom for only one person
And die stubbornly in your arms.
perhaps
I will have a dream.
It was just you and me in that dream.
Modern Poetry: Flying Flowers 3 Sometimes I look at the clouds floating in the sky that day.
I think the sky is too vast, too vast. ...
I want to shout something to the warm sunshine, but I don't know what to say.
Time can't move loneliness, time flies like water.
When did I start to be silent and look up at the clouds in the sky?
Sometimes when I listen to an old song, I suddenly think of a lot.
Think of a certain outline of the past, as if there were you and me in it.
Just too much separation, can't hide the loss of separation.
One day in a month, when we meet again in a building with green grass,
Maybe I don't know you, and you don't know me anymore.
At that moment, we can only lower our heads and think, where did that person seem to have seen …
Sometimes I look at meteors in the night sky like fire,
As if I heard a mysterious and ancient song,
Like an elf, singing in a strange corner
Youth in rainy season dissipates and falls like flowers.
But I am still me, and you have already passed my years;
When you look back a few years later, can you still see me standing on tiptoe looking back in the crowd?