Store candy or beans in a clay pot.
Lacrimosa's "The fault of others is the defect of people"
The blooming season of small flowers is engraved on the boundary monument of grassland.
I lowered my voice and called out the hidden deep purple of lavender to calm your nerves. "Sleep enables the soul to clear the fields."
Sketch buildings and gullies on the eagle's wings, and walk to the sunny slope with the warning of the title page. The experience of walking fingers oozing blood is gradually full.
Second, Valentine's Day gifts.
Walking from north to south, I waded over the frost flowers on my shoulders.
The sandstorm in the northwest lit up the grassland sky.
My tenderness passes through your emotional words.
Never give up the tacit understanding in each other's hearts
Time stays in the four seasons
Don't talk about romance.
There have been heavy sighs in women's hearts.
Third, are you a stupid woman?
Casting pottery and praying. Talking about everything endlessly.
The palace that dominates the humble display of poetry.
Queen Lin
Your clever and exquisite eyebrows have charmed the harem beauty.
Your holy heart. Perseverance is in wisdom.
Resume events are not confused.
Seat
such as
hill
Fourth, stupid you.
The first time you and I met was far and near.
The soft and charming voice attracts me.
You said: you must hug the bug when you meet.
I look forward to that moment.
Imagine the joy of hugging each other.
It's all my fault. The lovely skirt blinds your eyes.
Idiot, you just didn't recognize me.
I want to sign up and throw myself at you.
Familiar and unfamiliar, it instantly turned into a glass of wine.
Hug each other and smile
burst into tears at the height of joy
Five, in such a rose.
Sister, the rose of the future
Will be soaked in crystal clear
To receive or wipe with petals
Spend a long time missing.
"You drink, I sleep."
The valley is silent, and the harp is humming. The light shines in the atrium
Sister, the wine must be red.
This time, it's not the right time to sleep.
Some dreams, dare not do.
Hesitation is a kind of destruction. In the vast world
Walking with thorns
My world is very small.
Sister, in such a rose
Let it bend, a woman who paints your eyebrows.
The silent voice of the world came from a distance.
Make a trembling heart for you.
Six, write a poem for you
Sister, I am the Buddha's posture.
Sit between your eyebrows.
Put your hands together and be pious, and your heart will return to its original place.
Write rhymes on the tail of a white feather.
Be quiet on your forehead and consider your thoughts.
Sister, tonight
I want to write in the snow.
Write a smile and a tear.
At the moment when I miss the broken feathers.
I put my anxiety on the running horse.
Ride on a saddle
I seem to see it
You shake your drunken face and cheeks, running all the way.
Laugh without words
At this moment, my heart is deeply imprinted in the horseshoe print.
I'm behind the smoky dusk
make a vow
Planted on hard bluestone by the roadside.
Modern Poetry 2 is Valentine's Day on Qixi.
Listening to lovers' songs,
A familiar lover's song,
A picture of a warm lover,
The topic of romantic lovers,
One bright rose after another,
A beautiful glass of red wine,
People come and go on the road,
This is a romantic atmosphere,
Is the cloud of youth,
Is a warm smiling face,
The smell of happiness pervades almost all couples, who are welcoming such a beautiful night.
Watching the cowherd and the weaver girl meet in the starry sky and listening to the harmonious sound of the waves on the beach.
Walking by the sea, holding hands, listening to romantic stories together.
Starlight also gives off the brightest light because of the beauty of Tanabata, which seems to be competing with the moon on the 15th.
Those happy people are looking forward to it.
In the moonlight, those sad people are also crying alone.
Looking for support,
Looking for that clear,
Looking for warmth,
Looking for that promise,
Looking for that blessing,
You said let's spend Valentine's Day together,
But this Tanabata was once lonely.
This season has become lonely,
Laughed at by the night
Be squandered by youth
Indulge in youth,
When I was young, I learned to laugh.
Is the rain intermittent? Are they tears? What is long memory? It is regret! Laughter is melancholy … except love …
Qixi Valentine's Day
Let's have fun in our own way.
Modern poetry 3 is like a dream, with several degrees of tenderness.
After years of ringing the morning bell,
Set foot on the floating world,
Sweet water and blue sky.
The picture is broken in the mountains and rivers.
Twist your fingers at the summer flowers and smoke,
A melancholy dream.
Hum and sigh in the weak water of words,
Who made the promise? He made a promise,
Who has a crush on who?
Looking back,
How many beautiful women are there,
But this is half a glass of broken wine.
Acacia is gentle,
Several joys and sorrows,
How many petals are there in Leisure Pavilion?
Huamen is drunk.
Green front, red ears, waist,
Shili Pavilion is thin and cool,
Half-finger smoke and sand pity.
Who is the book picturesque for,
Who strokes eyebrows and cooks tea for,
Looking back,
Amazing with the passage of time.
The years are blurred,
Quiet as you are,
Twist the words into the wind and blow the sunset glow.
Knock at the door in front of the Buddha,
Incense lamp green roll,
Pray for a gentle life,
Pray for flowers to bloom for life.
Purple world of mortals,
Just for whose red makeup love,
Sanshengshi Bank,
Who is the afterlife?