A rhyming poem:
Control youth
I use the first person.
Leave love and hate behind.
Copy our script
I use the second person.
Cry in the play
Separated from your favorite human.
I use the third person.
It is too late to describe warmth.
Youth that has turned around
Secrets of Love
Autumn rhyme strikes, and the water color in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly adds coolness.
The scenery faded, the old branches scattered, and the world of mortals converted.
Your mean wind confiscated the wedding dress knitted in February.
Flowers will be red again, and the world will be beautiful in the coming year.
If you come, that smile will bury my memory for a thousand years.
God is stingy, and the autumn when I met you has never been replaced.
Ten thousand kinds of customs, clowns get their hands on beautiful women's jade arms, happy and sweet.
Your people have tried their best to tell me to find another marriage.
Acacia bottomed out, I would like to run aground for the dried fish.
Flowers bloom without fruit, and a kind of love is doomed to die.
If nature deceives people, it will only sigh that beauty is unfortunate and sad.
In this life, I will go forward bravely and never give up.
Rolling the world of mortals, you are afraid that the fragrance will disappear and no one will remember.
Love is not tired, watching geese come and go, waiting for them to get old.
The sun and the moon drink together, please see my attachment to every minute of heartbroken.
Bad luck, I am willing to plow your desolate emotional shrine.
Prosperity is gone, let me wash the dust heart with lead when the neon is empty.
Life is long, and the old road always faces the sunset.
Second, blank verse:
It's another rainy day
It rained for several days.
Visit my roof.
Those sad circles
Be messed up by the wind and rain
The broom in the corner ran to one side.
Wave my hand to clean up the sadness.
It is silent.
It makes people feel pitiful.
Then it leans against the wall.
And my little sadness
Has disappeared.
although
It is still raining outside.