Jasmine's Modern Poetry 1 Entering Jiangnan.
Is to walk into jasmine
The smell of walking into a grass stalk.
Wu Peng's boat glided across the bluestone coast.
You can't see Qinhuai in the shadow of oars and lights.
A woman with a small family.
I stood on tiptoe.
The stage is empty.
Yi Yi's soft Wu Nong soft language
Still wandering on the beam
Red lanterns show blue hair and white hair.
You are fragrant, misty and rainy, and half a wheel is heavy.
I can't put down a song sung by Jiangnan.
I put my notes in Chashan of Longjing.
It became a wandering song that ran away from home outside Gusu.
What a beautiful jasmine!
That's my bamboo horse sasha vujacic.
You are the youngest sister next door.
Outside my bleak dreams.
When the bell rings
I hear the bright moon on Bridge 24.
The sudden fragrance of snow.
A touch of white between your neck.
I love you, Molly.
I once leaned over and smelled you all over.
Molly, I'm crazy about your smell.
In the morning, when you and I first woke up.
I lay down and savored the smell of last night.
I love you, Molly.
I want everything for you.
Molly, I'm going your way.
In the evening, enjoy the sunset with you.
I hold you on my shoulder.
I love you, Molly.
I put you on the bed.
Molly, my memory is full of you.
Four seasons, or count your beauty day and night.
Until I can't remember.