Singing and dancing in the morning sun every day;
You are a kitten,
Send and receive thoughts by SMS in the middle of the night;
You are a drop of rain,
Nourish the heart of the old tree;
You are gravity,
People's hearts and lungs are in your direction.
I don't know why,
Always thinking about your appearance:
Seeing a girl with long hair in the street,
Your image will soon appear in front of you;
I saw words describing beautiful girls in books.
I will remember your appearance, your laughter;
I always think at dinner,
Which dishes do you like and which dishes you don't want;
Go shopping,
I will think about how you choose and appreciate it.
I don't know why,
Crazy about you!
I want to see you when I can't see you,
I don't want to leave when I see it.
I don't know if you are like this,
I hope I'm not alone!
Obsessed with modern poetry II. The wheel of time runs over the strongest nerve line after 80.
I haven't had time to remove my makeup, and I hurried to the stage after 90.
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Why didn't the post-90s generation experience too many hardships in their lives?
Eyes, heart full of sadness?
Why are we as happy as flowers in the eyes of others?
Old before you are young?
Why do we like to taste a cup of hot bitter tea for a long time?
Why do we like to sing a sad song of the soul gently?
We like exaggerated lollipops,
Just like the spectacular Ferris wheel,
Such as black smoky makeup,
Like ... like the non-mainstream.
I like non-mainstream gray tones,
Melancholy background, and words with incorrect grammar that can sting people.
But we are contemporary cynics.
Non-mainstream said: "We are sugar, sweet to sorrow."
We are really sugar,
Not just butterscotch,
Not naive fruit candy,
But ... marshmallows ...
This is a lovely, poor marshmallow.
I don't have enough strength to support myself into the desired shape.
There is not enough thought to resist irresistible external collision,
However, we have bright colors and soft texture.
Bright to dazzling, soft to empty.
Whether we want it or not, we have to accept it all, because we are sugar.
Sweet enough to say no to marshmallows.
Non-mainstream said: "happiness is broken all over the floor, how can I pick it up?" When I first heard this, I was shocked and moved for a long time.
After much deliberation, the glass bottle full of lucky stars has been on the table for a long time.
Broken, broken so simply.
When I turned my head, I found lucky stars scattered all over the floor. It's really beautiful.
Anyway, don't pick it up,
When picking up the stars, I probably cut my finger by the debris next to me.
Broken happiness must be written in memory.
If your happiness is not strong enough,
Then let it break a little.
Non-mainstream said: "People who look at the Ferris wheel are actually looking at happiness."
I used to like riding the ferris wheel.
Now I like watching the Ferris wheel.
Behind the Ferris wheel, the clouds are very white.
Looking at happiness,
Doesn't mean you don't have happiness, only desire,
Just pursuing, what will it be like when the big guy who looks like the rings of time turns to the end?
Or, what will the annual wheel of time, which looks like a ferris wheel, look like when it comes to an end?
We usually spend many times more time with our heads down than with our heads up.
So, when standing in front of the Ferris wheel,
Please let me look up.
I like these non-mainstream fine print,
These seemingly fragmented words,
What is really fragmented is the thinking that makes us on the verge of collapse.
I like these little non-mainstream ideas,
These seemingly crazy ideas,
Very gentlemanly to announce to the world:
We live an unforgettable life.
Fascinated by modern poetry. Shan Yu's empty poems/works
In the clear sky
Silent inclusion
The troubles of spring,
The color of spring
Elegance and mixing
Your persistent eyes
And the disguise of love.
I always believed.
Once charming,
Affectionate you,
There will definitely be more.
Bring money.
Shake the tree green.
I believe
Affectionate you
There will definitely be more.
Reunion with the book of songs,
Dance Yanzi lightly.
I want to invite you.
Yuna
One bridge and one pavilion
Love,
Yuna
A flower and a grass
Look at each other affectionately.
Xiao yi Zhen zhong
Tea brewed by Jia Jian,
Go and taste yours
It is fragrant.
Will meander past.
be indifferent to/ do not care
Smile in time,
Silent joy,
Free and easy with one's head held high
Take advantage of the storm
Steal a ray of sunshine
Put it in your pocket.
Fold a cigarette willow,
For a beautiful meeting.
Add a glimmer of hope.
I crouched.
In spring paintings,
Deeply miss
Yours is as delicate as water.
You are stationed in
Ge Xiang in Qingyuan
Woven with silk
My deep affection.
I opened another pair.
Always in a hurry
Put on a budding posture
Left hand facing the sun,
The right hand is full of poetry,
* * * Let's go on a date this spring.