-Author: Jinse 23
worried
There is a pile of wormwood in the door. Come out and go in.
I can smell wormwood leaves.
I seem to like that smell very much.
Always looking for some excuse to get close. When I smell it.
I really feel what I want.
It is rooted in the ancient yellow land and has a long history.
Flowing in my veins like poppies.
Let my soul convert, as quiet as a virgin.
Live truly and beautifully in this noisy world.
that person (esp a woman)
The fragrance of wormwood is like a lifetime ago. may be seen indistinctly
Grass in the water, reeds on the shore, gentle and graceful girl.
Iraqis are in the middle of the water
Get a flute under the moon and a flute in the forest.
Back and forth. I have to get back.
Between the boundless Chu Tianwu, I hold a wormwood plant.
Waiting for the arrival of Mrs. Xiang
poetic sentiment
The long years are the fragrance of absinthe.
Continuous and long, eroding bone marrow
As time went on, a shy bud fell out of the bone.
It bloomed in the Warring States and bore fruit in the Song and Tang Dynasties.
I saw a beautiful young witch praying for a good harvest in the rice field.
I saw strong men shouting when they were farming in the fields.
Two voices, perfect harmony between heaven and earth.
Combine into one. Fall to the ground and throw away the rice paper.
Original poem.
flexor
Wormwood smells good. The shadow of singing by the river
Through the Millennium
You ask heaven.
How can I fly?
Heaven is speechless.
You start running on the earth.
Want to rely on the power of the wind
be unresolved/unsettled
A pair of wings, as early as in "Nine Songs".
Put it on, and you can always face the wind.
But your bag is too heavy.
Some ideal, secular boulders
Bind you
On the first Dragon Boat Festival, I saw you covered in smoke.
Through the broken territory, wandering by the river.
And then disappear
That night, I picked a wormwood and walked to the water.
Pay tribute to the poetic soul in the water
You can't fly like a bird, you can only hide like a fish.
The Emei Mountain Belt sank to the bottom forever.
An idea, in the endless life of water.
Flight without feathers
Qingming Festival
-Author: White clouds on the horizon
Dark green curtains cover it.
At dawn,
Repeated the chirping sparrow.
Ancient ballads.
Xiaofeng raised a dark green corner,
Outside the window,
Cloudy morning light
Lonely peach trees in the desolate yard.
In the hallway,
An old voice shouted:
"Today is Qingming."
Ah, Qingming!
When life and death meet,
Today's reunion with the ancients.
The thoughts of the living are put into it
A bouquet of dew,
The gratitude of an old friend became
Tears in the sky,
Gather into clouds and disperse into rivers.
A happy and melancholy soul
Fall gently, gently,
Become withered petals on the ground.
In the rain and fog,
Bare peach trees are quietly blooming.
Light green.
The feeling of spring ... dedicated to another Spring Festival.
Author: Jade Bird 122 1
When the willow spits out small green buds.
When the snow in the deep mountains becomes a gurgling trickle and drops on the cliff.
When the desolate Yuan Ye smells of earth.
When the familiar Xiaoyan flies under my roof again
......
ah
spring
There you go again.
Come so enthusiastically.
Three feet of frozen soil wakes up at your feet.
Baizhang glacier melts in front of you.
You bring rolling spring thunder.
Pour into the rain and dew of life
......
It is so natural for you to come.
Go home like a child on a long journey.
Your footprints immediately appeared in the villages and fields.
Is that footsteps?
wrong
This is a soft green yarn.
......
It's so full again
Bring a piece of pink and a piece of willow green.
Golden cauliflower
Ah. Spring.
The wet nurse of all things
You help the weak selflessly.
He generously returned it to midsummer.