Where will I drift?
Floating on the road,
Close contact with the tire.
Floating to the ground,
Give the earth a white coat.
Floating on children,
They will say, "It's snowing!"
If I were a drop of water,
Where will I land?
Fall on the petals,
Weave a beautiful crown for the petals.
Fell into the ground,
Give the field a sweet kiss.
Fall to the ground,
Help the earth get rid of dust.
If I were the sun,
Where will my light fall?
Fell into the river,
Cover the river with film.
Fall on people,
Bring health and warmth to people.
Of course, the most important thing is
Bring light and hope to dark places
If I were Modern Poetry 2 and the storm didn't come as scheduled, I finally went to his friend's party as a girlfriend.
He happened to be seen by his father when he came to meet me.
That when I came home tonight, my father ignored me.
The food tastes too strong tonight.
When I got up to drink the fourth glass of water, I heard the cat barking wildly outside.
Grandma said it was a cat in spring.
The rainy night is deep and heavy, and the quiet air seems to have solidified.
Only the clock on the table ticks.
There is still intermittent meowing outside the door.
A sound than a piercing, a sound than a sad.
It's even weirder in such a deep night.
Actually, I'm afraid of cats.
Influenced by adults, a cat is an unknown animal in its bones.
Especially when I saw a cat with dark body and yellow eyes.
I will be afraid that my soul will be absorbed by it and my mind will be taken away by it.
I hate this kind of stealing.
But sometimes I wish I were a black cat.
A pair of yellow eyes, glowing slightly in the dark.
In the dead of night, absorb people's souls and thoughts.
Sometimes I get angry with myself for not being a black cat living in the comic book world. Hehe, about cats.
If I were a modern poem, if I were a cloud.
Let me in the early spring night.
With the starry rain all over the sky
Wash away the cold in winter.
Welcome the new year's sun
Moisten the earth
Make life prosperous
If I were a cloud
Let me spend the summer afternoon.
With the breeze blowing
Relieve summer heat
Send a burst of coolness
Let the withered flowers bloom again
be fully confident in
If I were a cloud
On my autumn night
With a mature breath.
Sprinkle magic
Put all the green
Turn into a golden harvest
In a wordless manner
Declare the greatness of the people
If I were a cloud
Let me at the dawn of winter
With boundless snow
Covering the world
Let life accumulate strength
Let the soul be purified
In the world of snow
Everything is so pure.
If I were a cloud
Let me do it.
With the cycle of the four seasons
travel around the world
Sprinkle hope
If I were a modern poem, if I were the wind.
I just hope it becomes a Leng Yue.
Same color as her cold heart.
Melting in the silent galaxy together with missing.
This is a frozen river.
Freeze her pink smile
A snowflake, a cold farewell.
The cold sound of the reed flute is a reflection of the wind.
Blow it out, blow out all the lights.
In the dark, love is calm.
Blow it, blow off the stars all over the sky
There is a symbol of sour love recorded there.
If I were the wind
I just hope it can wake up an apricot tree.
A faint fragrance floated into the sky.
The vast snowfield only condenses love into a little yellow.
This is a bright yellow willow forest.
Next to the drawing board is her, next to the river bank.
Watercolor becomes a butterfly and apricot blossoms.
Give me a hazy spring sleep.
A piece of apricot blossom, a piece of spring of love.
Come on, it's not spring here yet.
Fresh and round dew drops on the grass tips.
Come on, let's open a mountain and a field.
This is my confession of love
If I were the wind
I just hope it will bloom into a pomegranate flower.
That's the flame of love
Burning high in the treetops.
I want to call her back.
Sketchpad, river bank, or her.
A smile made me fragrant all summer.
However, there is only blue sky in front of her.
I am just a cloud on the horizon.
Draw, don't go into her heart.
I am willing to be an audience forever.
Painting, I hope I'm your material.
There is only gentle touch in the seam.
If I were the wind
I just want to blow away the osmanthus tree.
Little me, quiet.
Smoke and dust all over the sky
Be baptized by the sun
Put on a golden dress and cover her whole photo.
She slowly lowered her head to think.
She faced the river bank and turned to the distant mountain.
A little rain, a little wind
blurred image
Stop it, everything should return to nature.
She has her design, her connotation.
Stop it, Green Wave.
Treasure in the gap, forever, forever-
I am the wind.
I can write freely.
No audience
I can tell my sadness to Dashan.
No audience
I can tell love to the river.
When I jumped on the drawing board
I have my own ideas, too
The wind condenses into happy tears.
Can reflect the colorful sun.