The moment we met.
You stepped into my low threshold.
So I have my own rose garden.
In Hua Hudie, I am happy and happy.
Wandering and sighing in the breeze in the valley
Under every powder flower
Sip your faint fragrance.
This second I am my own king.
I'm glad I met him.
Met He Chun Jingming
Ran over and saw Zheng.
Encountered blue light reflecting the sun.
I met red-violet and got drunk at night.
It's a little late to meet,
But that's all.
Just sit quietly and write words.
Words linger.
natural
Be a woman as light as autumn water.
Be a woman as weak as asparagus.
So light and self-sufficient
Rich and quiet.
20 18 is popular and pleasant to listen to. Modern Poetry 2: How I want to love you, just like a flower that blooms fearlessly.
Like rain without any worries.
Don't ask if there is any result.
I don't want to lose it.
Just met.
A kind of love.
How I want to love you.
So simple
Don't look at the night.
Don't cry for the blooming flowers.
Not wanting to love has become a kind of guilt.
The heart is tied and needs redemption.
It's not a pity.
There is no "if"
No sense of loss
Love what I want most in my heart.
Don't say that love is too tangled.
Don't talk about love, it has become a landscape hanging in my heart since I got up early.
Let love become so gentle and not abrupt
Love is my heart that misses you most.
Even if it's far away.
Can't stop growing
There is wayward sweetness
Desire to be loved
How I want to love you.
Live up to a chance to meet.
There is nothing wrong with love.
The mistake lies in the heart.
20 18 popular and pleasant modern poetry part iii: the blank may be in this life.
It is a process.
What you didn't bring when you came.
I won't take it with me when I go
Pass/pass/run
In the coming and going
You don't have to worry.
separate
It's not that there are no friends around.
But there is no company in my heart.
world
There is never a lack of excitement.
Lonely soul.
life
You don't have to eat too much.
Leave some space for yourself.
So I can turn around calmly
20 18 popular and pleasant modern poem 4: the wandering city is quiet at night,
Hold the new moon,
The crescent moon plunged into the fingertips,
A dull pain.
Have a strong drink,
Pretend to be enthusiastic
Who's the tramp?
Wanderer?
Wanderer!