Maybe I'll see you again.
In the winter when the first snow has not melted
Warm your heart with my hand.
The ice is no longer near us.
We are still lovers.
If we meet again,
You can come to my side.
But in front of you
I will be like a silent lamb, with my head down.
Please forgive my cowardice.
My heart is a seed buried deep in the ground.
Waiting for a budding morning
I'm not that kind of transient tenderness.
I will give you long-term love.
Don't suffer loneliness alone.
My heart will wander with you
If you refuse me today,
I will build a boat tomorrow.
Take me nowhere to stay in the open sea.
In the days when the waves are rippling.
You will be my courage to endure to the end.
Maybe you'll just say no.
But I am still the warmth of waiting in winter.
Waiting for you to reach out.
After the snow melts, walk with me in spring.
Pickled poems, love poems
Mixed with a handful of salt of missing.
Pickled out the fragrance of poetic rhyme
In the exciting voice of love
I heard a cry like kimchi.
Elephants are bleached and dyed in vats.
Long-term pickling
Poems of love
Salty and sour has long been a foregone conclusion.
In your ignorant heart
I can't smell any sour taste.
Only that poem is so salty.
I hid that poem in a salt dream.
After many years, the cellar will be raised.
I will smell salty incense.
Lure my appetite for poetry
Pick it up with chopsticks
Put it in your mouth.
It tastes delicious when chewed.
Just to my taste.
Hidden in my poetic dream
Wine can refresh the mind.
The same is true of poetry.
Such as brewing in wine.
Many years later, Dionysus also became a poet.
Like Li Bai's "Hundred Wars Wine Order"
Write acacia in poetry
Brewing and salting
Immerse yourself in a dream
The most beautiful poem
An altar of wine flies out of the rhythm of poetry
But I really want to get drunk
I will pickle you like pickles.
Be my poetic god
Hidden in my poetic dream
Love poems of fallen leaves
to be short
An irrevocable fate
That day is doomed.
The taste of falling hurts in my heart.
Lying on the cold ground
I can only cry.
What's the use of crying?
The golden joy of autumn
Who cares about withered tears?
remote
A distance of several meters
Two different worlds.
A day of solitude
Never come back.
Memories and memories
A clear sky with birds and flowers.
It's already yesterday.
Tree, my love
I know you're sad, too
Cold wind, lonely and thin figure
But I don't want to see you decadent.
Your heroic spirit in the wind and rain
This is my pride.
to be short
What I hope
Because I can't be with you anymore.
Then use my body, my love.
Nourish you
spring
The starting point of the next life cycle
I have to find you.
Come back to you.
Waiting for love poems
I used to like other people,
Are you liked by others now,
After all, people are bound to get hurt,
In the pursuit of love,
It's doomed to be painful before you know it,
No one is right or wrong in love,
Only like it or not,
There is no eternity or life,
Only a brief tenderness,
Without holding your hand and vowing to grow old with your son,
It's just that things have changed,
There is no mountain without edges and corners, and the sum of heaven and earth is an eternal commitment to break with the monarch.
Only turning around is a stranger's lie and deception,
In our life,
Many people are just strangers who pass us by.
A passerby who turns around and never sees you again,
But it is undeniable that,
Somewhere in this world,
There must be someone who belongs to us in the vast sea of people, waiting for us to find and hold hands.
In the process of searching,
Maybe there will be many people looking for him, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light.
Maybe there will be a turning point, and it will be missed forever.
But we can't linger on the edge of letting go and persisting.
Always have the courage to find true love to the ends of the earth.
At the end of the love journey,
Maybe you're really rewarding,
Maybe you really have nothing,
But you really went after it,
You can still smile and say to the sky,
I believe that true love will always exist!