Modern poetry about meeting.

Love, meeting without warning, happiness, began to spread. Missing has become a long-term indelible nightmare. Close your eyes and meditate for three times, and a smile gradually emerges; Stranded, the river filled your eyes and you drifted away. Tomorrow, maybe, forever, has no end. ...

encounter

Yesterday's scenery is still in sight!

It's not for the rich color, not for the blank space, but why you linger!

I often meet distant mountains and autumn waters, but they are similar everywhere and are often forgotten.

However, yesterday's scenery is still in sight!

There is your belt in the autumn water, dragging it from the distant mountains.

I met you, so the water stopped flowing and the mountains drifted away.

You're the only one left, and you just met me!

It's just a coincidence

Between my eyes!

Hearing the departure of winter

Wake up one month.

I think I'll wait for it.

The future cannot be arranged reasonably.

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One cloudy night, outside the window.

There is a person waiting in the future.

Look left, right and forward.

How many turns does love take?

What kind of dialogue do you have when you meet people?

The man I am waiting for, how far is he in the future?

I heard the wind blowing from the subway and the sea of people.

I lined up the number plate of love.

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One cloudy night, outside the window.

There is a person waiting in the future.

Look left, right and forward.

How many turns does love take?

What kind of dialogue do you have when you meet people?

The man I am waiting for, how far is he in the future?

I heard the wind blowing from the subway and the sea of people.

I lined up the number plate of love.

Broken sunshine, dotted on the body, a stream in Wan Ru is quiet and peaceful. Just like looking back when I met you, there is a touch of sweetness and sadness, but there is an emotion called fate.

What kind of conversation will the people I meet have, how far away the person I am waiting for is in the future, and I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident!

Hearing the departure of winter

Wake up one month.

I think I'll wait for it.

The future cannot be arranged reasonably.

-

One cloudy night, outside the window.

There is a person waiting in the future.

Look left, right and forward.

How many turns does love take?

What kind of dialogue do you have when you meet people?

The man I am waiting for, how far is he in the future?

I heard the wind blowing from the subway and the sea of people.

I lined up the number plate of love.

-

One cloudy night, outside the window.

There is a person waiting in the future.

Look left, right and forward.

How many turns does love take?

What kind of dialogue do you have when you meet people?

The man I am waiting for, how far is he in the future?

I heard the wind blowing from the subway and the sea of people.

I lined up the number plate of love.