My heart is eternal, I miss you like this modern poetry

I don’t need to close my eyes, you——

are in my dreams, or

jumping in my heart

I don’t need to call you, you——

Standing in my dream, or

jumping on the branches of spring

I don’t need to remember you, You -

are vivid before my eyes, or

are flowing between the lines

My dream is always -

I am pursuing Running on the road, my heart is also persistent on the road

Why is your voice——

Gurgling with the spring water

Wake up from my dusty dormancy

My memories feed me

My poetry, it can——

Trek beyond the seasons

< p>A flying bird told me:

You are on the way away, and I

I just shake my head, savoring the warmth of your arms

I clearly see your back, standing——

On the grassland, a tree

It contrasts with my enthusiastic heart

Only love is The eternal growth of the seasons

No need for fertilization, cultivation and irrigation

It has already become the scenery of the four seasons

I often can’t help but think:

A How rich the human world is

You can offer roses in every corner

You can miss me longer than the shadows

You can sing love songs longer than the years< /p>

You can even bring yourself back to your eighteen-year-old years

It is the season that abandons the song Phoenix Seeking Phoenix

The scattered notes green the wilderness

My heart is as bright and clear as ever

It is a storm that wets my thoughts

I am always sitting against a kind of clarity

Two There is no right or wrong in the personal world

The gaze of the far-traveling eagle

keeps pecking at my heart

But I still yearn for Wadden The blue of the lake

Any sunny highland, I——

I can lie down and become a painting, stand still——

I can become a tree, walk like the wind, flow Like a river

Your silent eyes are always——

The vision in front of me is bright and never mute

As long as the years are quiet, everything is safe

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Your shallow, poetic breath always——

Permeates my fiery ears, vivid

So trance-like and picturesque, as beautiful as ever

The fallen poetry in your eyes has been reorganized and sublimated through

the seductive postures

It has become the deepest blush in late winter

In fact I have always wanted to pick some flowing clouds

Plant them just right in my heart

My desire can fly higher every time

In fact, I I have always wanted to select a few poems from the Song Dynasty, and then

let emotions flow in them, and flow with mottos——

Let Wanyue become the most beautiful moonlight tonight

In fact, I envy the plateau more The Gesang flower

I would like to put my soul on it and give it life

Go on the road with the first spring rain