Modern poetry about seasons like dreams

In this season, the long willow leaves have become sculptures of the eyes

And the beautiful shadows of cherry blossoms guard the longing of that life

And I, even my own I don’t even remember my appearance

Fortunately, I’m right next to a small lake

In addition to the waves in the sky

, I can also see my own shadow

< p>Sitting quietly on the once illusory chair

Opening his suitcase

The clothes and shoes inside are still as good as you want

There are just too many A few maple leaves

I really want to step into that candlelight dinner again

Relive the hot agarwood of the years

What a beautiful life curve a bamboo shoot has< /p>

The confession that is about to fly

Dream-like purity

Looking at each other in the long curls

Guarding a pot of chrysanthemums The early spring from the clear bubbles

It grows into the everlasting fragrance of nectar

The peach blossoms interpret the charm of the world

Penetrate the graceful elegance in the heart

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In the warm wine embrace facing the street

The height of my thoughts solidified

Toast a glass to the invitation

Make a spiritual promise

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The peonies that are ready to blossom, treasure the longings close at hand and far away

Use a sweet look

Enlarge your sight again and again

Caress your mind

Wisps and inches penetrate and drain out

Borrow Qingzhao’s grasshopper boat to carry my happy waiting

Approach gently You

The sea in that season was so rough

The footprints you once left have been submerged

Just try to round up the squashed dream

But no one told me what capital I used to put the yellowed photos in my chest