Poetry about Meeting: Self-creation

Meet the poem 1

We are a touch of scenery in each other's eyes.

We are often surprised by the colorful spring.

Surprised by the green lotus in Liu Yin in summer.

Marvel at the colorful autumn wind.

Surprised by the white clothes in winter

I was surprised at you that day.

You are surprised at me.

Only brief eye contact.

I am filled with joy.

Obsessed with desire

As if predestined in a previous life

It seems that we have known each other for a long time.

Pupil searing

My heart is pounding.

Open your arms involuntarily.

Hug each other tightly

Warm and urgent lips

My body is very soft.

We are the most beautiful scenery in each other's eyes.

Meet poetry 2

At first glance, look back and stare at that moment.

Meet, just for a glimpse at that time.

Forever, who made the oath?

Vows are always worth taking time.

Between the broken walls

Have you seen that tearful face?

The sunset hemoptysis, announcing the end of the world.

On the other side of the river, blood is enchanting.

You said the afterlife would pay for the good.

The disillusionment of past lives is doomed to miss this life.

Twist a missing thread to make you smile.

When I first entered the world of mortals, I set foot on the road of three thousand miles of wind and rain.

Goodbye, when I accidentally pass by you.

Tomorrow, can I see you again?

Heart, echoing the laughter of time.

However, that smiling face penetrated my heart.

Flick your fingers lightly.

Who fiddled with the strings and made the butterfly suit fly?

Cold and bright, the sun shed blood.

Between the vast starry sky, the sky is quiet.

May you not break your vows in the next life.

This life is annihilated, and we agreed to meet in the afterlife.

A circle of obsession, a trace of nostalgia

At the beginning of the dust, the prosperous times laugh at the sky.

Accompany you around the world

In my previous life, today, I just want to hold hands with my dreams.

Sing a poem to eulogize the fate of the next two generations.

There is a phoenix instrument, and the shadow of the moon is in front of the flowers.

Original lyrics; Unexplained scar

Why? Why do you want it?

Endure such pain.

A shattered heart

No chance or no chance.

But this relationship has gradually lost its way.

No ignition

No chance or no chance.

The love of the past made him

Slowly hide it in your heart.

No matter how twisted love is.

I will still bear mine.

All the scars in my heart

In June, the south

The night is deep, and June is deep.

I am writing a story.

Only around June, and the south.

South in June

June in the south

There is no difference.

Just vaguely remember

I carried a bag that year.

With the beginning of June

With my destiny.

From my south

Looking for another south ...

afterwards

The south lives in my poems.

Become the theme of my life.

Meet poetry 3

The doomed August is coming.

Mountain forest light dance

Drunk birds fly lightly.

One eye was wet with rain.

Stop at the top of the slope

The frozen scenery froze in the wind.

A meeting without an appointment

Come quietly

Silent telephone

August resounds through the mountains

Rain Water

Put away your tearful eyes

Wash it again.

So the red seeds in southern China

Naturally, it took root in my heart.

Red flowers are blooming on the branches again.

So people who write poems are full of expectations.

In the golden autumn

Harvest brilliant love

The encounter of rain

Become an unforgettable memory.

A mark engraved on the heart

blemish

This is bloody romance.