Well, modern poetry.

That's true.

Please come to my side.

Come with me.

The word silent kiss

Kiss that touch

The desolation through my heart

The mist of the blue ocean

Wet the glass windows in the sky.

Yuanshanchun

Seems to have understood.

Without saying a word.

Guipiaomiao

Persistent wet weather

It is not appropriate to hang clothes.

Not suitable for painting mood.

It is inappropriate to write about vagrancy.

Come on, my side.

Square in the rain.

With purple lotus flowers

Talk to the fish in the air

The butterfly landed on the wall.

Rusty blue bricks are crying in the corner.

Memories, memories

The river is getting old in a flash.

Face, face

putrescible

Turn gray

Come, stay with me, don't.

Try to find it again and find it.

That?

The hairpin left yesterday.

It's already in the grave.

hair

View from a height or a distance

bud