Fashion doesn't mean eternity.
Sometimes it rains.
The wind is there.
Fashion does not mean eternity.
Fly over the ocean
The heart is wrong.
Why worry?
rain
I am absent-minded.
A Duo, Georgia
Good reputation
poetic charm
total
cry
Xinhu
feel
ache
As if purchasing
violate filial obligations
sweet
candy
painter
The flowers have fallen
Who is it?
Maybe it's God.
It means this.
Hualuoshui
home
It seems to rain.
Cardiac acid
There is also freedom.
The remains are still there.
Dill Chata Hay
Lost in the world
De-integration
Fu Haifeng
But not for customers.
Day by day.
Will you show it? That's great.
You don't know.
How sour is the heart? "
It will suddenly become very
lose
Repeatedly banned unmanned laws and regulations
The East Is Red
I didn't go again
Besides, just now.
Has already left.
So he can
Go ...
I guess
fly
Fly to where I belong
set?off?fireworks
Also want to
Will glow.
Luo Yu town
Sometimes, it is found that falling flowers are more beautiful than blooming flowers, but silence is a kind of happiness of understanding.
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In a dream
Only vaguely remember
I sit under the tree.
In silence
Watching the flowers fall and fall.
The corners of the mouth are shallow smiles.
There is only a trace of loneliness in my heart
Flowers bloom and fall-see flowers bloom and fall
blossom and fall of flowers
Under the tree in the dream
Innocent me
blow
I have to keep silent.
The flowers have fallen
I walked over in frustration.
It was a sad time.
This is a quiet moment.
Vaguely remember
From a tree full of white flowers
pass
It is infinite time.
It is the rebellion of youth.
This is an uneasy memory of childhood.
Still a little bitter.
And silence
The depression in front of me has disappeared.
The loneliness in front of me has actually returned to the edge.
suddenly realize
The dream has awakened.
But the flowers still fell.
I can't bear to forget.
In a dream
Under the tree
Let me be quiet
For thousands of years.
The silent flowers have fallen
……
Falling Flowers in Modern Poetry 3 Falling Flowers on Tanabata
It was windy on the balcony all night, but I woke up from an old dream.
Zui Xiang miles, buried in the rhyme.
-The meteor shower in "Becoming a Butterfly".
Spring flowers go, but summer is cool.
Text/Rain Butterfly Honger
After the wind passed, the spring turned blue, and the trees were full of branches overnight.
Drink peaches on the windowsill, and the scenery is light.
Flowers kiss each other and are embedded in the moss path.
Blue bricks lean against the wall, and red apricots are unique.
Sang Ma is mistaken for a withered reed, but it looks like a farmland.
One eyebrow is blue, only sighing that the beauty is thin.
Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, leaving only fragrance.
Flowers bloom and dreams fall, and plum blossoms are fragrant and cool.
Dancing with the wind, falling in love for a lifetime, tracing the incense table.
-The meteor shower in "Becoming a Butterfly".
My life is not smooth, and it is not necessarily full of charm. I don't bind the words in a straightforward way, let go of the words and express them freely. Why laugh at me with rhymes? Dreamers only sigh and worry, and I am crazy and intoxicated. Foolish talk about heaven and earth, pay fickle love, be remembered, Huang Liang dreamed of falling flowers. On Tanabata, I heard the magpie bridge and murmured strongly. Only in a cool place, I was buried under the moon and in the rain ...
Flowers falling in modern poetry 4. Who knows that the flowers fell into the dream last night?
When the urgent bell rang, I said goodbye to Zhou Xiong.
Open your eyes,
The faint light crawled into the house through the window,
Everything is breathing rhythmically,
I lay still and didn't want to move.
Close your eyes gently. ...
I feel like I'm lying on a soft beach,
How warm the sun is,
Pour it gently on me,
My cells snuggle together,
I fell asleep peacefully.
The sound of waves, the wind, the sound of birds,
Seawater, flowers, sunshine,
smell ...
I open my hands,
White clouds touch my hand,
The wind dances in my palm,
I'm flying, on the horizon,
White clouds chase,
A breeze plays games with the children. ...
Open your eyes,
The sun shines in,
I heard the sound of falling,
Open the door, it's wet,
Who knows that flowers fell in my dream last night.