Romance under the blue sky belongs to dreamers.
The fantasy of the lonely
Loneliness of dreamers
Evelyn prentiss
Romantic sacrifice with fantasy
The sorrow of reality
Worry about unnecessary fuss.
Pay tribute to the glitz of the world
45 degrees sky
Feel lost and confused
That light.
That shadow.
turn around
backlight
Wait for who?
This is fantasy.
Those papers full of dreams
I don't know where it was blown by the wind
What's left is just fleeting
Flow through your fingertips
Can't catch the evil smile of the wind.
A nap in the sun
Is the way to think about the future.
Or have you lost yourself in a beautiful fantasy?
or ...
He is waiting for the call of reality.
listen to ..
Fantasy in the rain
Thoughts in the rain
Thoughts in the rain
Love in the rain
A thousand strands of sorrow under the rain
Sad tears under the rain
night ...
It will be quiet when it rains.
The soul is broken by rain.
The light was broken by the rain.
The lilacs in the alley were damaged by the rain.
The moss slate was broken by the rain.
Fantasy infinite concentration
Everything is swallowed up by loneliness
let go ...
So-called initial
The so-called encounter
The so-called old times
The so-called struggle
Fantasize about a perfect way to die in fantasy
Until death
Fantasy Modern Poetry 2 is naturally a sentimental poetess.
In the autumn season, I haven't forgotten.
In your own mind, be careful not to hold it.
One bright Huang Juhua after another.
I have not forgotten, with clusters of yellow leaves of the flame.
Wearing a skirt
Such a poetess
In this season, I don't want the lover of the sky.
Look at her decadent walking in the streets of time.
Her fantasy really came true.
In the hair of willow, locust and maple
In the season of falling out, she showed it all.
Huang Juhua is charming, charming.
Bloom slowly from the palace of time
Yuxi has too many fantasies.
Reward or fantasy
But fantasy is so charming. Among them
Yuxi, there are endless poems at last.
There are endless unfinished feelings in poetry.
But I am still very happy.
Snuggle up beside such a dreamy poetess.
Rain, even a hazy fantasy,
It's not too much! Because of my love.
Always in Yuxi's fantasy, intoxicated
Be ecstatic. The blush on your cheeks can be picked as grapes.
Fantasy modern poem 3 I fantasize about flying,
Interacting with the wind,
Accompanied by rain,
Knead the white clouds into marshmallows,
To touch the petite bird,
Breathing the blue sky,
Free!
I fantasize about setting sail,
Interact with the sail,
Keep company with the oars,
To explore the mysterious marlin,
Listen to the proud and agile petrel,
Bathed in the sea breeze,
Feel relaxed and happy!
I fantasize about wandering,
Hanging out with rags,
Hanging out with junk,
To a picturesque world,
Traveling in the splendid universe of Xinghan,
Feel the mystery,
Fantasy!
I fantasize about madness,
Associated with debauchery,
Hanging out with people who don't follow the rules,
Laugh at longevity,
Laughing at the coldness of the world,
Go your own way,
Don't ask or don't tell!
I fantasize, fantasize,
Really fly freely,
I'm really glad to set sail,
Really wandering around,
Really bold and crazy!
In flight,
The rainstorm got me wet,
Extremely heavy body;
After setting sail,
The old man told me,
Be sure to return safely;
Wandering,
Hunger tormented me,
Only the soul cried not hungry;
When you are crazy,
The rumor slandered me,
Let's try to hide our ears.
Fantasies drag me around,
It makes me dizzy,
I quickly grasped my fantasy,
I'm afraid I can't get rid of the reins for a while!
Fantasy modern poetry 4 I fantasize
I am an angel with broken wings in this life.
Falling into the world is a kind of gratitude for goodness and beauty.
I fantasize
I am the sweetest drop in the morning dew.
The place where it fell is also the cradle of goodness and beauty.
I fantasize
I am a grass that no one will notice.
Until one day it became the most precious herb.
This life, it doesn't belong to me.
Why should I cherish it?
If you can trade that 100-year life for a super knife.
I will smile, close my eyes and leave forever.
Seasons change
Always squeezing my tenacious life.
No matter how hard I fight,
After all, the enemy can't compete with the ruthlessness of time.
therefore
From this moment on.
I decided not to fight against youth.
I no longer fantasize about going back to childhood.
I began to cherish every trip given by time.
Just like cherishing your shorter and shorter life.
this life
The night gave me a dark world.
I want to use it to think about my bright future.
this life
Thorns gave me a biting training.
I want to use it to understand this short life.
Fantasy Modern Poetry 5 We always miss the moment without touching.
I don't know if you haven't practiced to the extreme all your life.
Or have I practiced amnesia?
We are always floating in the vast sea of people.
I can't call their names.
Vague memories are never real.
We were looking for each other and met one summer.
Many years have passed, but we still pass strangers by.
Maybe this life is just a dream.
You can't fly together It takes a long afterlife
The oath of the magic bottle seems to have made our story.
Let's miss it, so that we can spend the rest of our lives without regrets.
I always forget my existence in constant need.
And you don't know that there are real pursuits in this life.
No pregnant meeting, hand in hand.
We just went too far.
There is no way to continue this kind of life.
Then look forward to the afterlife, maybe you can practice righteousness.
Maybe we can meet.
Go hand in hand and never give up.
Fantasy modern poem 6 seems to go back to that time.
Familiar face, warm hands, affectionate eyes,
Immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.
However, who knows that all this is just a dream.
It's over before it starts;
This is a perfect description of us.
All these, just my feelings,
I always thought you were like me.
However, you and I will always be strangers.
After all, it seems meaningless now.
Everything is gone, all dreams are broken.
Fantasy has an end after all,
Lost in your own fantasy,
How ironic, fools amuse themselves,
However, much ado about nothing.
May it all be over,
This book ends here in order to:
End this illusory relationship,
Pay tribute to that confused but true love.
Pray for a happy and beautiful start tomorrow,
Looking forward to a happy and complete life in the future.
So, we can bury the past,
Compose it into an eternal movement in my life-fantasy finale.
Fantasy modern poem 7 when the sun comes out of the mountain
The first ray of sunshine shines on the earth.
But your face is blurring before my eyes.
Shouting your name over and over again
But it gradually disappeared in my heart.
Dial the familiar number on that floor over and over again.
But again and again came "Sorry, the number you dialed is busy"
You are in your own world.
The world without you makes me hysterical.
I don't expect you to hear it. ...
What used to be is over.
But old man Time refused to stay.
Let you and I know each other, know each other, know each other and love each other from that moment on.
Pass sb by
In your heart, you may never notice the trace of my existence.
but
In my heart, you have opened the door that belongs only to you-atrium.
From now on, it's only for you, whether you want to live or not.
Go back when you go.
Bright moon
Whether it is possible or not.
Lend me a ray of light.
I am not a moth to the fire.
Only illuminate the way you came.
Holy dove
Whether it is possible or not.
Lend me a pair of wings
I won't fly away.
I'll go back when I go.
Fantasy modern poetry 8 is extremely profound.
Time goes by, the fate in memory.
The world of mortals comes and goes.
Before, my heart ached too.
Man's progress
In difficult times
White clouds are floating in time
Feel a few cups of loneliness
Dancing with a few breezes and thin shadows
A landscape that has changed over time.
Be branded with vigilant silence
Migrating clouds and smoke
Turn tenderness into heartbreak
Finally, I watched and waited like a fool.
A person remembers the past.
Wandering in the mottled years
Forward tracking
Falling with a sad soul
Bear the fate of old age
Rain flowers in the air
Fatigue of drifting in the landscape
Time cannot wash away fate.
I can't find the original warmth anymore.
Never hear the phrase "I'm waiting for you" again.
One is distressed and hurts.
A person waited and waited.
A drizzly day
Where should I put my heart?
How to find yourself?
Memories of the good old days
Parting in that autumn.
After all, the world of mortals is only once.
After all, it's just passing by.
After all, the dark clouds cleared away.