Appreciation of Cloud and Dream in Modern Poetry

In midsummer, smoke clouds are like dreams, walking on the tree-lined path in the rain,

Looking back suddenly, I met your youth.

I can't help sighing about meeting you this time.

A faint smoke, a past event,

First love is only an ignorant mind and an old acquaintance of the soul.

Collision with warm love words, as if careless.

I broke into the countryside where violets were in full bloom, and I seemed to meet them inadvertently again.

You are good at seeing bright eyes, which has alarmed a pair of eyes of Tang poetry and Song poetry.

I didn't notice that unrequited love is as fragile as starlight.

Abandoned by a song on a mountain road with red maple.

You follow a cloud, which turns into rain and dew to welcome guests, and the line falls like an arc.

Quietly forget the mountains and rivers, with the mud of youth,

After disappointment, I took my diary as an autobiographical novel.

I want to write down all the heroines, fireworks are easy to get cold, and the bright moon grabs love.

The world of mortals, but never tasted a kiss.

You said you've been here, but you haven't seen me-

The boy who rides a white horse but likes to wear black, many years ago.

Love you at first sight. Life is like a dream, so it is in the dream, but what about outside it.

When the chrysanthemum lamp is like a lamp and the reed flowers are scattered, I will wait at that intersection.

Even if it is a Lu Yu, repeat the memory; Even so,

Let me forget the time quietly and miss you again. I can't control my heartache,

I just want to lean under the tree and sigh and fall leaves.

Heart-shaped back, lift a chapped right hand and feel the acacia at that moment.

There is only sunset and smoke in sight. Am I really the silkworm?

Can only live forever in the untitled, speechless.

Affectionate is the saddest since ancient times, right or wrong.