Your loving gaze,
Rooted in the depths of time.
The way you used to be,
Spend it in the long river of life,
The warmth from purgatory is telling the world.
I hid in the rush of red dust,
You finally found it.
You are in a crowded crowd,
There's nowhere to run.
I went back and forth for him,
Not afraid of mountains and rivers,
But I always pass by.
But we met by chance,
Smile at each other,
It is already a heart.
I met you on a stranger in spring,
Look at these flowers.
I met you by the bridge in summer,
The mountains are as far away as Dai.
I fell in love with you because I saw the autumn sky.
* * * Enjoy the flowers and the moon.
I know you are listening to the snow falling in winter,
Night talk around the stove
Is there a mutual understanding,
As clear water washes the heart,
The joy of meeting your sweetheart,
Freeze at the end of time.
Do it and cherish it.
Is there a flower meeting,
Mika can last for a long time,
The pure beauty of pure white season,
Freehand brushwork in the kingdom of mind
It's like meeting for the first time.
There are ten million kinds of destinies in the world.
you and I
Meeting is a beautiful fate on the dull notes of the years.
May all the infatuation in this life,
There are flowers, mika and warm sunshine.
It's about you.
Modern Poetry: Lonely sadness is precipitated in the darkness.
Time goes by, soothed by smoke.
The melancholy of leaving home. Sing nursery rhymes
In the bird's nest in my hometown, put down the rhyme.
A snow drenched mother's grave.
Rain, can you take away my pain?
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Put it down, just
Worried and lonely thoughts
It's like crossing the fence of missing.
Meet my father's stumbling steps.
Die in an old house
This turbulent thought broke through the mind.
Overflow my heart
The moon is full and full.
one's eyes brimming with tears
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My memory, flying over the leaves.
Bear the pain. A kind of worry
Write my father in my poem.
Simple living room and old pictures
In the change of the old house
lonely
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Autumn harvest and winter storage, birds and flowers.
Disturbed the sadness of geese flying away
The eyes in the distance are boundless.
An emotion
Swaying the fragrance of rice
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Bright stars, Tonghua thoughts
Huiqing poetry
Fill in the lyrics of hometown
Everything flourishes and the soul awakens.
A bright smile, blooming
Father's vicissitudes and happy face
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Recalling dreams, the wheat waves rise and fall.
Turn over the artistic conception of hometown
Lonely heart, full of prosperity
Climb the tall buildings in the city
Feel dejected, the mood at this time.
This season, flying into
The charm of fallen leaves and snow
With each other's company, everyone is more radiant.
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A few simple poems
Sketch yourself, hometown
Still in my poem.
Make the finishing point of the image
Modern Poetry: Yuan 3 You look back affectionately again and again.
Your beautiful shadow,
Reflected in soft waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Iraqi people,
My endless feelings for you,
Endless dust,
Are condensed in this dream mirror,
Within a square inch,
There is no such thing as heaven and earth.
Iraqi people,
Mirror flowers and water moon,
This is your eternal love.
You are in this mirror,
Waiting for the Garden of Eden to blossom,
Waiting for the bud of love to smile.
Iraqi people,
You are a bright moon,
Moonlight flows like water,
Moonlight is like a flowing note,
Pluck the strings of dreams.
Do you remember?
Think of the red sky,
You're alone in an empty boudoir,
I hold a dream mirror,
Whisper to you affectionately.
For an instant,
The magic of love freezes time.
I fell into this dream mirror.
Dance with you.
No matter where you go,
Birds sing in harmony.
Echinacea undulata,
I hold your hand,
Renew the Millennium love.
Iraqi people,
You are a gift from an angel,
Mirrors are the gift of dreams.
Even if the world of mortals is raining,
The ceremony is like a dream.
Even if the dust is like fog,
Love is like smoke.
Although these flowers are not real,
Residual red flying,
The boom is over,
My loyalty,
I'm still infatuated with you.
Iraqi people,
Although you are an illusion,
I still watch over you.
Tears scattered in the moonlight,
Moisten the eyes of dreams,
I hold the dream mirror,
Running at the ends of the earth,
Just to find your trail.
Iraqi people,
Your beautiful shadow,
In the waves of the Milky Way,
Crushed the dream of rainbow weaving,
Since then, we have been separated by time and space.
I want to break the shackles of this fate,
Through thorns,
Crossing the fragmented Hongqiao,
Embrace earthly love.
Iraqi people,
I'm going to put this dream mirror,
Always in my heart,
I will miss you,
Miss life after life.
Did you hear that?
Swear to purify the valley of the soul,
Wandering between heaven and earth,
Swearing sky,
It still hasn't faded.
Indulge in singing the praises of a thousand years of love.
Iraqi people,
I smiled affectionately,
Like the warm sunshine in spring,
Warm,
Sunshine,
Silence,
It's beautiful.
I opened my heart,
Open your powerful arms,
Strengthen the backbone of dreams
Waiting for you to hold in your arms.
Moonlight shining on the world,
Who is missing?
Modern Poetry: Yuan 4 likes to curl up in this essay.
Write a few lines of poetry and paragraphs for you,
Warm and caring for each other,
Take away my blessing with my erased words,
The words are simple and clear.
Take my thoughts away.
Walking on the road is always alone, and the vast sea of people meets and knows each other.
If you pass by, you will be a stranger.
I fell down without help and learned to be strong.
When you cry, no one understands, but you learn to hide.
In fact, whoever is not strong when injured,
Walking on the road, one person and one song,
A story, sadness or happiness,
We all need to pack up and move on.
I like quiet company, needless to say.
As long as you look at it,
I like the days when you are with me,
As long as we depend on each other and are not arrogant,
A cup of tea, a song,
You can talk about everything,
I like this faint feeling,
With you and me, never give up,
Watching the wind clear and the clouds light, watching the flowers wither,
It's good to have you all the way!
Long world of mortals, stormy life, different people accompany me through the ups and downs,
Those who are destined to be together and those who have no chance to be apart have become passers-by in a hurry. In my eyes,
Fate is a glass of clear water that flows through my life gently and shallowly.
Turn around, turn around, brush, turn around, we have been walking on the road,
Inadvertently meet, do, and cherish. ...
There is a fate on the road, meeting and cherishing each other,
There is a fate in my heart, silently watching and missing forever.
There is a fate that will be unforgettable, always remembered, and destined to meet.
We are destined to be together, cherish each other and go together.
There are predestined friends, predestined friends, a line and a song.
It is you!
It's me
Fate is you and me.
Modern Poetry: I was thirteen when I was five.
Chance opportunity
From a child's mouth
I heard your name for the first time.
I also know some stories about you.
Since then, you have been in my young heart.
I planted a acacia seed.
Half a year later
To be exact, it was a golden autumn day in September.
The first time we met was at the post station of life.
As I expected.
We became classmates.
From then on, in your life and mine.
Some vague intersections began to appear.
Classmate for three years
My heart always swims on you.
Your smile flashed in my eyes.
I made up my mind silently.
I must write a love poem for you in my life.
However, at first you couldn't notice.
Because your mind is not here at all.
Later, because of study.
We broke up.
You are at this end and I am at that end.
However, we separated this time.
Gradually, there was a distance between us.
Maybe this distance has existed since the first time we met.
I just didn't find it.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the moon loses and the moon gains
As the years passed, we gradually matured.
But our chances of meeting each other are getting less and less.
However, I still can't forget you
Our interaction is still intermittent.
But I obviously find that you still have no feelings for me.
Therefore, it is doomed that I have been unable to enter your world.
After that, I was helpless.
With deep concern
Started his own marriage.
But the worries in my heart have never dispersed.
Keep it in my heart all the time, and it will pop out from time to time.
However, now my concern is more calm and rational.
I've been holding it deep in my heart to keep it from looking up.
Now, I often think about such a question
Since you and I are destined to meet and know each other in this short life.
Although there is no spark of love.
However, I believe we can still be best friends.
No matter where I am in the future.
I always have your place in this matter.
Not for anything else, just because we met so predestined.
Modern Poetry: Fate 6 Antique: Millennium Fate (Poetry Group)
Beauty song
The hay has no knees, and the red robe and black hair are blown by the wind.
Cinnabar falls in Yu Mei, sandalwood lips are lightly dyed and alone.
Hold Su Sitong obliquely with your hand, gently pluck the strings with your fingers and stand up again.
You can't make a surprise attack, but you can't. Press the left and right keys to play farewell.
Millennium destiny
Flowers are bright, grass is tender, trees are luxuriant, moths are beautiful, jade skin is full of waist.
Feather clothes are falling, and looking back is already a thousand years.
Picturesque and beautiful landscapes have been a dilemma since ancient times.
When I succeed, I will continue my old life with you.
Antique: beauty sighs
The bright eyes are covered with white fog, and the sky pity the beads.
Exquisite clavicle is lovesick and thin, comparable to connecting the piano with love.
If you don't walk three thousand silk, you can't bear the wind to blow your posture.
Many branches dance for me, I don't know where to meet.
Modern poetry: 7. Pen and ink are indescribable, and water tracing is euphemistic.
It is difficult to write a book with a pen, but smoke stands across the bank.
Flowers want to sleep, love words don't return,
Xie Huayu, single-minded.
In the middle of the lake, the aftermath will bounce back. ...
I heard there was a beautiful saying when I met you.
I'm just passing by Jiangnan, where you once lived.
In the misty and rainy mountains,
Leave me wandering in front of this old tree root.
The moon is shallow and cold like a water curtain and a rain curtain.
Which beautiful woman shed tears, rippling and feeling sorry for herself?
A casual glance,
Acacia, which will lead to a lifetime, is a disaster.
Yellowing scrolls, recalling the distant past.
Write a poem and break a sentence, waiting for your promise to come back.
Thousands of books can't be spent in one city,
Because you can't describe the delicacy of ink painting,
Hard-to-write cigarettes.
The moon is shallow and cold like a water curtain and a rain curtain.
Which beautiful woman shed tears, rippling and feeling sorry for herself?
A casual glance,
Acacia, which will lead to a lifetime, is a disaster.
Yellowing scrolls, recalling the distant past.
Write a poem and break a sentence, waiting for your promise to come back.
Thousands of books can't be spent in one city,
Because you can't describe the delicacy of ink painting,
Hard-to-write cigarettes.
Modern Poetry: Fate 8 Gray Sky
The rain fell like a needle.
One, two, countless flowers
Spinning, jumping, lying on the bluestone pavement.
In the rain curtain
A small purple umbrella.
Like mushrooms
Move forward slowly.
High heels clatter.
Use your slow, thick click, click, click.
Dancing in a white skirt.
Like a blooming lily.
Walking in the rain
Have a calm and calm heart
Slowly appreciate the generosity and elegance of the rain.
Listen carefully to the joy and sadness of the rain.
Tick tock, tick tock
The voice is crisp and pleasant.
That's raindrops singing softly.
It seems that your burning heart is also beating.
The wind is blowing and the rain is falling.
Cool is coming.
Hold my hand tightly.
A drop of rain falls from your fingertips.
The fog is full of lingering rain lines.
Part of the invisible world
Willow by the pond
Wash your soft long hair.
A red rose is delicate and charming, and its branches are swaying gently.
Modern Poetry: Fate 9 There are always some shining moments in life.
Yan Ming completed our life journey,
Open the book of life,
We met poetically in cyberspace.
There is a chance,
It has nothing to do with romance, but it is beautiful and pure.
There is a companion, silently in the blue sky of space,
Spring blossoms, regardless of season.
If you can color your happiness,
I hope it's warm yellow,
Bright yellow is like autumn flowers,
As deep as autumn leaves.
In those years, those beautiful,
Leave it quietly to the pen of happiness,
Can make the time behind us beautiful,
It will always be that kind of warm experience.
There are no two identical leaves in the world.
There are no exactly the same two encounters,
Everyone you meet,
In fact, they are the only people who belong to this world.
The mellow fragrance of the years,
It always makes people's hearts soft at once,
Hope sunshine, sky, clouds,
Have a beautiful life forever.
The encounter in this life,
Not because you're in love,
Just to make the heart clear like rain,
Look at each other with a smile.
Every piece of fragrant beauty I walked through,
It's the most beautiful spring,
Can make people meet warmly,
It is a precious and fragrant blessing.
Modern Poetry: 10 Tanabata Love
When Yue Lao pulled strings,
One red rope tied me, the other tied you,
Dear,
I am destined to be half you and half me.
Two people on the magpie bridge,
One is called Cowherd and the other is called Weaver Girl.
One at each end, one at each end,
They love each other and cherish each other;
In the cradle of love,
Pregnant with you and me,
You compose, I play,
Until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble;
In the long river of love,
Drifting with you and me,
You strut, I steer,
Until the source of happiness;
On the runway of love,
Running with you and me,
You run, I chase,
Until the end of time.
Honey, there are no bright rose,
Only affection,
Without sweet talk,
There is only a simple chapter to write down my deep affection for you.