Familiar scenery,
I set foot on my way home.
In my opinion, I think,
Elegant figure,
Your hair was washed out in my heart.
Parting with you in the noisy campus,
No waving, no farewell,
Only faint acacia lingers!
Prose Poems: Farewell to Changting, Qingshui Jiangchang, and Boatman Yaojinzhou.
It's getting late, the new rain has passed through Chu Qing, and the setting sun shines obliquely on the red clouds.
All the way is mountains, all the way is water. Both Wangjiang and Qian Fan know about water.
Residual lotus is a little sad, fishing alone, and the Milky Way competes for waves.
Words stay, parting worries, tears wipe a thousand lines, it is difficult to stay.
Farewell to you, and since then, the two have been separated and hard to find.
Cinnamon floating, cutting candles and shaking, wrongly reducing the west wind into a new ballad.
Looking from the railing, the mountains and rivers are snowing, and the northern geese are sailing.
Romantic drunk eyes, fold this one, brilliant red home.
Ten-mile spring breeze calls old Yan back, new yellow and green, old Su.
The warm sun is a little bit, and the pink and green bananas wake up, and spring is advanced again and again.
Prose Poetry: Farewell to Mid-Autumn Festival!
Say goodbye to the full moon and Mid-Autumn Festival!
It's almost six o'clock in the morning, and I don't want to get up. Gently close the curtains, it is autumn rain outside the courtyard.
Embrace the brocade quilt alone and lean on the soft pillow. Listening to the rain knocking on the idle window and watching the cold rain outside the curtain, I was sad and fascinated to see the yellow leaves floating in the wind. The rain was red and seemed endless bitterness.
If you want to say that you are still resting, it will add a long meaning to your feelings.
Sighed and felt helpless. Everyone is gone, and the beautiful moment remains.
If you don't go to the Mid-Autumn Festival, it will only increase your sorrow. In the misty rain, there are pieces of dead leaves and flowers crying in the air.
Just like a lovesick person, there are thousands of tender feelings. This little parting tears, in the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the world pays attention to, and who to tell?
Say goodbye to Mid-Autumn Festival, and time goes on. I don't know how many Mid-Autumn Festivals have flown away. In the world of mortals, I don't know how many infatuated people I met and left again, facing each other across the world, wanting to care about each other as soon as possible.
Waiting for the true meaning of a constant love, sighing at the full moon night, alone, waiting for each other on the three stones.
How much lovesickness, how much sadness. Those memories, full of tears of separation and hatred, have become pale and powerless in the morning without going to the full moon festival.
Who knows, this sad memory of love, separation and injury.
Full of sadness, I don't want to see the lonely beauty of Chang 'e. I hope the full moon and Mid-Autumn Festival will leave soon.
Farewell to the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, your eternal legendary tenderness and hatred. No more crying with you.
Only by silently blessing the children in the lonely Guanghan Palace, the fairyland-like life will continue to be poetic. Although it is not happiness, it is not happiness, but it is enough to fascinate men and women in the world of mortals forever.
You, on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, are you also waiting for loneliness? Do you want to leave the Mid-Autumn Festival soon?
Say goodbye to Mid-Autumn Festival!
Maybe next year's Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon night, love is still beautiful and eternal!
Prose Poetry: Don't come to a prairie yet.
Pour another layer of green on it.
That is fat and tender grass.
Let it eat fat and round.
Seen from a distance, it is not the panda who wins the panda.
The sun is shining, not too strong.
Don't make it sweat.
The wind should be a little, but not too strong.
So as not to let it catch a cold.
Don't rain
So as not to get his clothes wet.
Let it sleep badly.
Put a pair of sharp horns on it.
The vigilance should also be particularly high.
Mosaic a small river
Clear mountain springs are flowing.
Let it drink sweet and fragrant water.
Wipe some trees.
The bird is singing a beautiful tune.
Don't let it stand and eat grass.
Then PS a lying posture.
This can avoid standing for too long and getting tired.
As for plowing or milking.
Let others use their brains.
Don't screw it up.
Not only can't blow, but it's also unpleasant.
I should stop writing.
It should also rest and sleep.
Original poetry; Me and Jiangshan
Although the mountains and rivers are good, the difficulties have been broken.
The slag on the high mountain road falls and sinks.
Light cavalry wolf yellow magpie crow
If Nussy can't turn back
Struggling across mountains and rivers.
Heart at night
Sunny summer night
Show the blue ribbon
Sneak into my window to see the moon
The blonde moon bent over with laughter.
The stars come to say good night.
The little meteor looked around her head.
The little comet spoiled in her arms.
The morning star is ashamed at her feet.
How clear the heart is in the dark.
When dawn came, my heart hid.
Hallucinatory memory
Pinellia tuber
Maybe it's early autumn
Some are cool.
The shame of the sun is accompanied by sex and rain.
Daming Lake
Or Kuanzhai Lane?
Weaving nishang
Xiujiaoxie
Or a lampstand.
Singing and dancing lightly.
In the memory of fantasy
Color you
Different interpretations.
Prose Poetry: Don't live in the past, it will make you lose many beautiful things in front of you.
As long as you don't shy away or back down, the applause of life will eventually ring for you.
Escape is not because you are afraid of what you are facing, but because you are waiting for something.
I don't need your apology. I don't want you to say you owe me a lot.
Go wandering, you will always find someone who is willing to understand you somewhere in the world.
Even if you are hurt, look up and say with a smile, it's a beautiful day today.
I once tried to love someone, which was the worst process in my heart.
In addition to shadows, there are memories that can accompany you for a lifetime, without commitment.
There is a kind of pain that you don't understand. I can cover it with a smile and pack it with indifference.
Don't do things that you regret. If you do, do what others regret.
Letting go is to see if you still love, not if you are there!
Only stability can overcome anxiety, and only oneself can save anxiety.
Frustration is just an episode in life, perhaps the icing on the cake.
Tired, I squatted down and hugged myself, still stubbornly saying: That's it.
Explain happiness with your mouth, soothe your wounds with your hands, and feel happiness with your heart.
Don't let the sadness of the past and the fear of the future ruin your present happiness.
Something I didn't tell you, that immature song. That's it.
If this is a gambling game, I will bet on myself. Win this life, lose this life.
The past was just a dream for me. Wake up when you wake up, and fade when you fade.
As long as you say goodbye bravely, life will definitely give you a new beginning.
Don't live in the past, it will make you lose many beautiful things in front of you.
As long as you don't shy away or back down, the applause of life will eventually ring for you.
Escape is not because you are afraid of what you are facing, but because you are waiting for something.
I don't need your apology. I don't want you to say you owe me a lot.
Go wandering, you will always find someone who is willing to understand you somewhere in the world.
Even if you are hurt, look up and say with a smile, it's a beautiful day today.
I once tried to love someone, which was the worst process in my heart.
In addition to shadows, there are memories that can accompany you for a lifetime, without commitment.
There is a kind of pain that you don't understand. I can cover it with a smile and pack it with indifference.
Don't do things that you regret. If you do, do what others regret.
Letting go is to see if you still love, not if you are there!
Only stability can overcome anxiety, and only oneself can save anxiety.
Frustration is just an episode in life, perhaps the icing on the cake.
Tired, I squatted down and hugged myself, still stubbornly saying: That's it.
Explain happiness with your mouth, soothe your wounds with your hands, and feel happiness with your heart.
Don't let the sadness of the past and the fear of the future ruin your present happiness.
Something I didn't tell you, that immature song. That's it.
If this is a gambling game, I will bet on myself. Win this life, lose this life.
The past was just a dream for me. Wake up when you wake up, and fade when you fade.
As long as you say goodbye bravely, life will definitely give you a new beginning.