Sweet modern poetry

it's you

memory

gently

Remind me with a smile.

Our meeting

In the drizzle

This morning.

It's like that again

I sat in front of the door.

Low eaves shelter

I hope the rain will stop.

Cold and longing

Birds we've heard of

At this time, such joy

String language like piano.

You are the one who turned to talk.

I seem to see it

in the rain

You come with the light fog.

By the river outside my window.

Get ashore from the ship.

green

Holding a small white chrysanthemum in his hand

Pink. Dreams follow.

It's the box next to you.

In my hands

I just picked the leaves at random.

Flute-like melody

It shook off the dew on it.

Thousands of drops of rain.

Turn them into a kind of

A lingering aftertaste like the wind

indifferently

Read the stationery and send it to the wind.

There is one with four eyes.

Gorgeous gurgling water

At the age of our beautiful love

It is the helpless connivance of mom and dad.

Let's go Let's go ……

Infinite sweetness

Early morning under the short eaves

Watch the rain quietly

Immersed in sweetness again.