The cup is full of enthusiasm.
Rising atmosphere
Give off a strong fragrance.
The lights are bright at night.
Laughter is touching.
Finger lift room
Words are no longer clear.
The years are getting old.
The wind is so sad.
The shadow rushed out of the window
The branches are swaying on the way home.
There is no starlight tonight.
Drunk nights are confusing.
"Modern Poetry 2: Lan Shang" by Self-creation and Art
Purple orchid
Nursing care of green leaves
burst into tears at the height of joy
The wind is cheering.
At this moment, I become lonely.
Standing in front of Zilan, pacing.
Watching the hazy fog drift away.
Road, where is it?
I can't afford to call.
Hands and feet become numb
Like a dead tree
No one knows the inner pain.
Modern Poetry with Artistic Conception: Childhood
Childhood songs are very happy.
The birds in the tree echo.
There are waves on the stream.
One, two ...
Melody rippled on the lake.
White cranes fly by the willow embankment.
The most desirable.
Beautiful scenery in dreams
Flowers in spring
Everyone is singing happily.
The flying dragonfly is silent.
Deep summer night sky
Fantasies twinkle like stars.
Hang over your head
I finished singing my childhood songs.
The lost seasons overlap.
Pale years
Covered with thick snow