daisy
In the swamp of memory
Don't care too much
Growing in fields and mountains, on high grass.
Blooming flowers
There are white, pink and yellow ones.
Short and green, staggered.
A beautiful poem, located here.
late autumn
Saw her at her best.
Brilliant, smiling.
Walking on the path in the field
The little daisies on both sides are waving like us.
A faint scent came at me.
You go ahead.
Slow down
Turn around and put it on my forehead
Gently drew a radian.
Smile and say
This is a daisy.
Late winter
Woke up and found that you were gone.
Push open doors and windows
Only then did I know.
It snowed heavily at midnight.
Covering the earth
Without leaving a footprint.
I sent a "daisy"
The snow came unexpectedly.
I think of your words and smiles echoing in my ears.
There's a flash hidden there
Tears in the eyes
Who let us meet in that age when we didn't understand love?
It's just dusty now.
-Love hidden in my heart.
Daisy's love
If it's autumn,
You can see daisies that look like the ocean.
The fragrance of the land,
Like the hopes and wishes in my heart.
Maybe I know you better than any friend,
Familiar with your expression today,
Be familiar with your mood today,
Know why you're angry,
Accustomed to listening to your love,
Although you always complain,
But I watched your every move carefully and kept it in mind.
Learn to comfort you,
Although it always fails,
But looking at your helpless smile,
I understand how you feel,
My heart is like a warm current flowing in the cold winter.
Warm.
I never seem to care about everything outside in front of you,
Even the snow outside the window is like the wind and flowers scattered in front of me.
Always worried about your concern,
But I never let you know,
Those unnatural movements can always be well hidden,
You never realized,
The writing paper full of mood in the drawer has been sealed,
Without courage or I don't belong to your love at all,
Lonely night, I wander in your smile,
Appreciate the memory you gave me alone,
Maybe I really don't belong to your love,
May it be a daisy guarding you,
I only hope that you can sprinkle a touching dewdrop on me every day.
Every girl has such a boy in her life.
He doesn't belong to love,
He doesn't belong to her boyfriend,
Just a daisy in your hand.
daisy
Daisy,
Bloom in the most beautiful moment.
The kind of love with strength and desperate explosiveness.
I like it! I admire it too!
I like that feeling, silently paying attention to a person, looking at that person, even across a flowing street, even in the crowds coming and going, I can only look at him, pay attention to her, and don't want anything in return. Those flowers at 4 pm 15 every day express my truest and most dependent feelings.
I like Gianna Jun in the movie, without the elegant beauty of makeup;
Like her black hair;
I like her wearing a thick wool hat, a loose wool trench coat and a chic scarf;
I like her wearing a simple light yellow suspender with a picture clip on her back. It looks like she is on a wooden bridge. I like the feeling that she is sitting in a big daisy and sketching with a bicycle beside her.
I like her focused eyes when she paints;
I like the stubbornness that she has been waiting for that person. ......
I like Zheng Yucheng in the movie, the touching love hidden by myself; Like his faint beard;
I like the way his mouth slightly tilts to the right when he smiles;
I like his satisfaction when he smiles and waters the daisies.
I like his affectionate posture and eyes standing across the street;
I like his childishness when he looks at his lover in the square through the telescope;
Like him to protect his love;
I like the bridge he built for her;
I like the touch he brought to her and me when he taught her lip language. ......
The last part,
My tears really came out,
Crying so sadly,
He naively waved goodbye to her at the window. ......
I
I was moved.
Be touched ......
The theme song is very nice,
I pray for the best love every day,
In the vast sea of people,
I know someone always cares about me,
I'm sorry,
Didn't recognize you ......
This daisy,
This love,
Always fainting, fainting,
But never left,
Even if the flowers wither,
Cheer up,
Because the flowers are still there,
In that man's heart ......