I like these words: bud, dim, dim, fading, shadow, eternal line, eternal line.
A poem about a man should be a narcissus-like handsome man: blue pupils, curly eyelashes, delicate skin and slightly parted lips. ......
Summer should be a good season with breezes, shadows, flowers and insects. I can imagine endless green grass in front of me, the sun is just right, and a spider silk is fluttering on the roof; The lilacs on the wall are quietly blooming, emitting a few sweet rays; The clouds on the horizon are quietly changing shape. ......
On the linen tablecloth, there is bright red watermelon juice with ice cubes, next to a book of poems, and a half-open folding fan with ink paintings.
You should be more exciting than this summer. You are lovely, kind, warm and pure. Summer is too hot compared with you;
Sometimes a gust of wind will blow away the buds that have just been detected; The sunshine at noon is too dazzling; Mosquito bites make people fidget; No matter how the fan shakes, it can't shake away the desolation of summer night; The green tea in the glass can't get rid of the damp heat in the body; Summer comes and goes in a hurry and is short; The most regrettable thing is that those flowers that bloom in midsummer will wither and wither on the summer tail. ......
You are different. Your beauty will not be halved with the passage of time. You will grow up with my poems and shine in the long river of time.
When I was a child, I saw an animated film about someone giving the king a magic carpet. After the magic carpet is unfolded, flowers and birds will grow on it, and butterflies will fly out from the tree with falling petals. ......
Shakespeare's sonnets do live forever as he expected, and the teenagers between the lines still live between the lines. If there is a book like a magic carpet, will it jump out of the teenager like summer when it is unfolded?
With the passage of time, the existence of matter is always limited by time, and the development of science and technology is changing with each passing day, constantly eliminating or updating previous theories. Poetry is one of the few things that can be immortal. No matter how well the carrier is preserved, it has its own life. As long as human beings are conscious, literature can circulate without attaching to specific objects.
Can I compare you to a summer day?
How about comparing you to summer?
You are more lovely and gentle.
In fact, you are warmer than summer.
The wind shook the lovely buds of May,
In May, the buds are swaying,
The lease in summer is too short.
Time flies.
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
The sun is burning,
His golden complexion often darkens;
Hui Jin is gloomy,
Every market sometimes declines,
All good things will eventually fade,
The process of accidental or natural change has not been broken;
The change of seasons has given colorful flowers a broken well and a broken wall;
But your eternal summer will not fade
But your summer will never fade,
Nor will you lose the beauty you know;
You have an immortal face;
Death will not boast that you wander in his shadow,
The shadow of death has never fallen on you,
When you grow up in eternal lines:
You grew up in my lines:
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
As long as consciousness is still there,
This is eternal, which gives you life.
It gives you life.