Here it comes.
Turn green grass into the sea.
Blow yellow
Put sweet poems
Fall into melancholy
Change one's manic thoughts
Blow in peace
Grass sea dancing with the wind
Forget the green.
Forget the nourishment of water.
Poetic melancholy floating in the wind
Forget the sweetness of the past
Forget the spirit in that poem.
A calm heart in the wind
Forget the fanaticism.
Forget your inner thoughts.
Everything is like a song.
As the song reached its climax
End with this song.
When the flame burns the grass sea
When killing destroys poetry
When sin blinds the mind
I want to be the man in the sea of grass
mourning apparel
Let the fire burn.
Until the smoke clears.
I want to be that poetic.
sadder
Let the killing be shattered.
Until the residual thoughts are scattered in the sea.
I want to be the person in my heart.
Kindness and honesty
Let sin blind your eyes.
Until humanity disappears.
because
I'm tired.
Finally decided to rest.
Modern poetry blows with the wind 2. You blow casually like the wind.
Blow and wrinkle my long-lost heart lake,
Blow up a dream that has been sleeping for thousands of years.
You know,
Your sudden arrival,
I was caught off guard,
Afraid of not catching it,
Afraid of being untrue,
Fear-
It's just a short and wonderful experience!
I think,
Nothing will happen again,
This life will be far from good feelings,
Fortunately, you are really there!
Gently lift your eyes,
Seeing you really standing there,
Can touch your tenderness,
Hear gentle and warm words.
I can have a beautiful vision,
Is this the right way to go?
I still hope,
For me,
Is it expensive?
Have hope and dream.
I didn't know there was such an expectation,
Is it correct,
Whether it can be achieved,
I just thought,
There's a place to park,
Give me a break.
Modern poetry has wind 3: the wind rises, the clouds move, the sky is misty and the raindrops fall.
Palpitation, worry, inexplicably, confused.
Maybe spring is a windy season. I hate windy weather as much as I hate bad mood.
I always feel uncomfortable for no reason, just like the weather outside, hot and cold. Whether God is setting off my mood or I am setting off God's mood, I can't find the answer.
I always have so many worries, watching others' childishness and talking about my own maturity. In my mind, I flashed this growth picture like a movie, opening and closing one shot after another, and pieced together this growth with different shots.
No, it's raining again Drop the wet mood.
The text message rings, reply.
Loneliness is a person's carnival, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. It's true.
The flashing lights of KTV are dotted with revelers at night. I'm not happy, not at all.
I don't talk about my mood. If I don't talk about my feelings, no one really knows, but what if I do?
Instead of annoying others, take your time! Or let it disappear with your heartbeat.
The night is quiet and windy, and I feel uncomfortable.
Find the gap, leave, give yourself reasons, but can't find a way out.
Wake up in the morning and walk out of the house.
Take a deep breath of fresh air.
I feel tired.
My heart is so empty and cold.
Looking around, I forgot that the sky is gloomy.
Does he understand my heart at the moment?
Are you not satisfied with me?
bow one's head in meditation
I feel so lonely.
If there is no love in my heart, will the past go with the wind?
Suddenly I feel a little dull pain in my heart.
Examine/ask yourself
Is it really a mistake that we met?
Should I really not love you?
Is there really a fate between you and me?
Since there is no fate, why did you let me meet you?
Since I met you, why should I fall in love with you?
What is the reason for all this?
I don't understand. I really don't understand.
I want to forget, but I can't extricate myself
I want to love, but my heart hurts more.
Love is poison, which makes life worse than death.
But I ate it wrong.
Is there an antidote to love in the world?
Forget myself and let my love follow your face.
Bless with love, and pray with all your heart that all lovers will be well.
Look at everything in your hand.
Hold on, but let go.
I grabbed her hand.
A pair of weak hands
A pair of sad eyes
It illuminates my past.
The wind blows
The snow is falling in disorder.
Watch her gradually leave.
I can only feel its taste with my heart.
I hope to see her again.
But I don't want to lose a trace in my hand.
So I silently bowed my head.
Dry eyes are burning.
Finally, I feel the wind coming.
Blow my hair.
Blowing messed up my helpless sight.
Blurred my eyes.
I just feel a drop of glittering and translucent disappear in the wind.
Standing in the sun
Looking at the trembling green trees
Familiar feeling
When the leaves drift by
Touch someone's heart
Can't help but look up.
It floats with the clouds.
The blue sky bloomed my heart.
Look in its direction.
A familiar figure
I saw her again.
Temporary joy is full of sadness.
I recall.
Strange but kind
I found my past.
Unfortunately, it will never come again.
Raise one's head habitually
Find your own direction
look forward to ...
Modern poetry still floats with the wind.
Acacia is wearing an old robe.
Hold hands with the spring breeze when no one is around.
My heart is in bud and my cheeks are pink.
A few flowers fell and blossomed again.
old friendship
Menglishuxia
Xinhaihai
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Footsteps cannot measure the distance from the heart.
As long as you are here
The soul is dusty and still fragrant.
Just like the green shoots on the branches meet the spring breeze.
As long as you are here
It will be warm and will bloom.
/
How much love can't be together
How many hands are scattered in the world of mortals?
Yan Tao Fang Feichu
This is the cycle of seasons.
How far are you from here?
It's a flower with burning branches.
/
On the white paper of the years
Vague description
Memory is stained with ink.
Let this encounter be beautiful and fleeting.
I still believe that true love is a tree beside my soul in my heart.
Charming and graceful, with curved eyebrows and eyes.
/
Time will get old.
Prosperity will also disappear.
No matter how brilliant the spring is, it will wither.
Petals are rain songs.
The distance is also close.
People who love each other are always closest in the farthest place.
/
Every bud in bud
Tell the most touching story of spring.
in the rain
That red umbrella.
It is the peach blossom that blooms in my heart this spring.
Hang Chunfu on a peach.
It's your direction, staring at the plain dye.
/
There are tears on the peach face.
Running water has a sound.
This season is humid and charming.
Every word is suffused with carmine
Watch indifferently in the depths of the world of mortals
Seeing flowers bloom is a dream, and falling flowers are poems.
Beyond dust
There's still time.
You're still here.