Poetry 1:
Woman flower:
A mirror intoxicated me. No wonder the whole city belongs to me. Left hand covered with white clouds, right hand covered with waves, all locked in a smile, pomegranate skirt, leaving your own narration, standing in March, holding on to reserve with a high eyebrow and low eyes. This is obviously a trap or trap.
Hunting guard, an affectionate thrush, fell into a trap. I want to read a book, but I don't want to read it. I opened a few pages in a hurry and closed them again. Isn't it true that my heart is surging and my eyes are flowing? Or, create a mystery, let a person false alarm one or two? Now that I am old, I have pulled out my life from a sweat, but I still don't forget my true colors. I really don't understand how many mysteries are hidden in a pool of stagnant water.
Poetry 2:
Girls are like camellias:
The girl standing by the tea tree, your figure, is so smart, beautiful, gentle and pure, which once made a poet have a good daydream. He will praise you with his most sincere wishes and kind and graceful poems. Girl, please hold out your hand. In this quiet mountain, let's dance wildly and enjoy our passion.
Girl, girl, your clear eyes make the poet's heart feel extremely bright. Your elegant hair gives off a faint fragrance. The poet leans on your shoulder, listens to your story, sings like a clear spring, looks forward to the future and hopes for happiness. Without hesitation, he kissed the beautiful girl gently like camellia. Then, the poet began to plan his ideal and make preparations.
Poetry 3:
Angel girl:
You are a beautiful angel. You pass by my sky inadvertently. I forget everything. I look up at your far-away direction every day. If you are a flower in spring, delicate and beautiful when in full bloom, I think it is a green leaf, quietly lining your beauty, waiting for you. If you are a grass in Shan Ye, it is fragrant and lovely, and I miss it.
If you are a dying sunset glow, red and charming, I think it is a sunset glow, embracing your beauty and kissing your face lightly. If you are a flying swallow in the cloud, dancing lightly and lovely, I want to turn into a cloud, chasing you and flying with you. You are a sacred angel. For love, you broke your angel wings and gave up flying freely. You don't want to be an angel, bid farewell to the blue sky and dreams and become a girl. You are willing to spend your life with the person you love.
From then on, there were no angels in the sky, but lovely girls and romantic and happy love.