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The South is a rainy place
But it rains too much here
It's been raining sparingly for more than three months
It's been raining madly and ominously
The water in the river is muddy, yellow and muddy
The sky's clouds are dark and dark, and there's shade in it
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I wander the streets of summer nights
Listening to the roar of the frogs
Looking up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.
Wandering in the streets on a summer night
Listening to the frogs roar
Looking up and down
Yellow streetlights
Occasional car horns
Slowly shuddering
Finding a reason to fly on my cell phone
Letting my mood swim in the air with the stars
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The railroads criss-crossed the country
The river was muddy and yellow with mud.
I don't know her address or whereabouts
I don't know her magic or title
I just saw a little shadow in the books and stories
I just heard a little sound in the scrolls of the Buddhist scriptures
And so I prayed to my relatives and friends to pray for the happiness of the world's living beings
Piao's Modern Poetry 2The river before me is originated from the sky
And I saw the river before me is originated from the sky
The river is originated from the sky
The river is originated from the sky.
Look at the river that has floated away all the stars
The heart, if it slumbers again
Who else is there to call out
Dawn, can it still break through the darkness
I say, you have traveled across the river
The stars have been fished out and scattered to the banks of the river
Look at the seeds of the stars that have grown into floating rushes
The sunlight receives the
The sunlight will surely fly in to accompany this dark and silent night
Do you think that if the reeds were to wither away too
Would the river whimper and cry
Would the beach groan with sleepless nights
Would the vows decay with the withering away of the reeds
The mumbling autumn bugs will not be able to keep up with the darkness of the night. > Will all those murmuring autumn insects fall in love with each other
I say, the so-called withering is just following the season
Sleeping in the cold will surely wake up with the spring breeze
Prosperity is the dream of the rushes
The sunlight in the morning shines on the rushes' smiles
The flowers all over the place are the stars winking
You say, emotions should be like a small river
Even if there are occasional wild waves
It should be like the rushes, which nourish the spring and summer and shine in the autumn
In the snowy season, they set themselves on fire
From the beginning to the end, they are full of self-confidence and send warmth to others
I said, "I'm tired, so sit down with the rushes on the ground."
The strings of the piano will easily crack if it's too tight.
Worries and slanders melt away in the autumn night without colorful flowers
Open the skylight of your heart, release joy to gain happiness, seek beauty to pursue your dreams, sip loneliness to vent your pain, compose hope to aspire to tomorrow. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
(heavy) heavy chrysanthemums fragrant, (sun) light softly shine chest, the whole family together really happy (fast), heavenly (joy) the most peaceful! I wish you a happy Chrysanthemum Festival and a happy family!
For you to drive away the sadness, for you to bring joy, for you to dispel the cold, for you to send warmth, for you to send the best wishes, old friends, happy Chongyang Festival.
On the ninth day of the ninth month, nostalgia is like wine, the end of the world drifting, when to get together, greetings to old friends, true love forever.
Chung Yeung Chung Yeung everything is not difficult, in this era of peace and happiness, I wish your whole family a happy holiday! Good health
The old do not have to sigh, more need not be taboo; flowers have blossomed, trees have glory and wither. I wish you a happy Chung Yeung Festival!
On the 9th day of the 9th lunar month, send your friends a cup of friendship wine, may the feelings of the day long; a cup of blessing wine, I wish happiness and well-being to permanent; a cup of happy wine, I wish a lifetime of happy and carefree!
Friends, we are always scattered
We are like yesterday's dandelions easily dispersed by the wind
Like the despondent 'cool autumn' red leaves all over the ground withered and withered
Time is in a hurry, the distance is gradually farther and farther away
Time is in a hurry, the memory is gradually piled up gradually thicker and thicker
Is it because of that pile of sand of the time was we hold too tightly, but so easily leaked away?
Is it because the sand of time was held too tightly by us that it slipped away so easily
Is it because we sang that song too fast that it ended so quickly
Yesterday we were together
Today we are going our separate ways
Is it true that
Tomorrow we won't know each other at all
That flower has faded
That thought has been left behind?
Just looking at the night sky is full of puzzles
There are no stars, no white moon
But there is cold air, and there are people's hearts
Feelings are still the same, friendship is still there
Friend
Before it rains, take your umbrella
Before it gets cold, put on extra clothes to protect yourself from the cold
Before it gets teary-eyed, think of a shoulder
Before it gets cold, think of a shoulder to cry on
Before it gets teary-eyed, think of a shoulder to lean on
Before it gets teary-eyed, think of a shoulder to lean on
My friend
Don't enjoy the moon alone
Don't enjoy the dumplings alone
Don't turn your hair white
We are still
beside you
We will still have you
in our heaven
My friend
Peace in your life
A modern poem about drifting
Looking from afar,
the snowflakes are as pure as dreams
and there is a slowly flowing river in the middle
On the bank of this floating scarlet spring river
I thought secretly,
and from my heart burst out all at once:
Stick to our dreams,
and try hard to
Try to realize these dreams,
Go for it!
I think, you know my deep meaning
You faintly did not say a word
low-profile,
silent,
waiting for the ......
Just as the snow,
fell in droves, and then melted in the love of the earth
The first time, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
From then on, the love was hidden
Hidden in the heart, turned into motivation
With love, pursuing their own dreams
Helping each other, motivating each other
Struggling hard
In the face of difficulties to help each other
Hand in hand, together to meet the so difficult
No matter who is tripping
Another one of them, the other one of the two, the other one of the two, the other one of the two, the other one of the two.
The other inspires the other, never give up
Go for it!
Let's witness it together!
Another step towards success in the coming year of drifting snow
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You blossomed in the soft spring light of the morning sun.
The morning dew is also enchanting, this tuft of fragrance,
This poetic flow haunts Kouba's release of songs ....
The pale purple color, is it smiling with a beautiful conceit?
Or fresh and elegant, or silent meditation!
The air is also saturated with fragrance,
flowers like wind chimes, gently singing and spring agreement,
embracing the arms full of green, gorgeous
only to nurture the only beautiful fragrance!
The opening of the high, open on the blue
This is a low-flying colorful clouds?
This persistence, this passion...
In the dustless air,
is the pure land of the heart
reciting the value of life and hope, right?
This blooming freedom, self-sufficient, self-sustaining,
This simple, dignified, is the blood of the countryside,
Is pure, romantic drift ....
It is the soft words of love,
The strings of tung blossoms hanging high between the branches,
The fullness of the opening of the interest,
Is it and the spring breeze of the word pen echoed?
Is it the murmur of poetry?
Is it a simple and loving true love?
Who keeps asking in the long journey?
This spring flow of pink and purple,
whether it is in the obsessive search for the once lost dream!
Do not believe, you look at the flying petals in the rain,
are a piece of the beautiful desire to be lost,
Well, this is dear, ordinary sentiment!
The blooming tung flower is also a blessing of mutual delight and love!
Drifting Modern Poetry 7The snow drifted! The people are silent!
Your heart is still flying
Walking through the harbor where you used to rest your feet
Find you back from the eyes of your lover
The heart is obsessed! I'm not going to be able to do that!
Why is a short stay so charming
I wonder if in your pious dreams
you still remember the comfort of the first blossom
Ah, you have walked through the winter's frown
and have found your way back to your beloved's eyes
! You have crossed the winter's brow
with no regret
The memory that you can't let go of
is silent in front of the Buddha to bring her back
Ah!
You've crossed the winter's gaze
Sitting on a misunderstanding
Walking through this winter
Is the one who waits still sad
.........
The snow drifted! The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car and get out of the car!
Your heart is still flying
Walking through the harbor where you used to rest your feet
Finding you in the eyes of your beloved
The heart is obsessed! I'm not going to be able to do that!
Why is the brief stop so charming
I wonder if in your pious dreams
you still remember the comfort of the first blossom
Ah! You have crossed the winter's brow
with no regret
The memory that you can't let go of
is silent in front of the Buddha to bring her back
Ah! You have crossed the winter's gaze
A misunderstanding has been realized
Through this winter
Is the one who waits still grieving
Drifting Modern Poetry 8I don't know how, but I suddenly
feel that there is a snowflake in front of my eyes
It's the tear that I shed when I was in Delingha
It's carrying a piece of innocent and deep feeling
From the distant heavenly palace, it's the first time I've ever seen a snowflake in the world. With them
not to talk about people go or not go tea on the cold thing
only want and a kind of attachment, a kind of shoulder edge
and pass by the share of the distance
to communicate with each other's hearts
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those little elves
as if wearing the dress of Snow White
these knot a piece of earthly destiny of the snowflakes
the first time, I will not be able to see the world.
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Very light, very beautiful, very gentle
Snowflakes have their own souls
There is no false reality
The sun can only come in when there is a crack in the life
Understanding is the most beautiful destiny in life -
The most beautiful destiny in life is to be able to understand.
One, two, three, the sky is full of them
With them, there is joy in each other
The distance between them is like the white butterflies fluttering in the sky and the earth
Amidst the simplicity, there is a song from the sea of the heart
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A touch of realization in the surplus
Lighting a lamp amongst the countless crystals.
A light
A little bit of warmth
In the red dust, there is a kind of longing
There will not be too much sadness
The warmth of love, a ray
Can melt a cold heart
Even if you think about the roadside
Landscape, eyes will be full of beauty
The roadside of the life of the people, the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the world.
The meeting and parting on the road of life
can also become the scenery of life rolled up and spread out
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With the dancing snowflakes
I also think of the spring of next year in Xining
Standing in the flowers and looking out
In the green forest in the distance, there will be
One after another small bird, the bird of prey
The bird of prey
The bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, and the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey.
A section of the green dickey that never passes away
Wisteria blossoms
Sitting by the window in the spring and summer
The wisps of wind
Lift the helplessness of the cool night
Falling in love with the purple cold and red warmth of the spring
In the flow of years that goes around the tree
Silently combing the debris of memory
The pomegranate blossom is the most important thing in the life of the world, but it is also the only thing that makes me happy. The pomegranate blossom's drunkenness
is dense in the verdant colors
is the ancient well of the heart
still brewing a luxuriant curtain
or longing for a break with yesterday's breeze and moonlight
joyful and sad
calm and quiet
like a curtained dream
lingering in the fragrant night
the life's redness, the life's redness, the life's redness, the life of the people
the life of the world
the life of the world
the life of the world
the life of the world
the life of the world
the life of the world p>
The sincerity of life
Worked in your ink rhythms of flowing water
A deep and meaningful meditation
Close your eyes
I hear a seed ringing the morning bell of life
With the sunrise, I set the tapestry of spring
On the horizon of the sky and the water
Waiting for the sunlight to kiss each and every inch of the gauntness and dampness
The sunlight is kissing every inch of the gauntness and dampness
The sunlight is kissing every inch of the wetness and the dryness
The sunshine is kissing every inch of the wetness and the haggardness.
Sleepless people
Devoutly praying for a successful life
Cranes spreading their wings on a melting spring day
Cooking smoke curling up as if in a dream
Silent shadows of blue and the scent of the lotus
An oil-paper umbrella looking through the flowing clouds and scrolls
Hiding your cloud-watching heart in the classical style of you
You're the romantic lyricist among the strings
You're the romantic lyricist among the strings
You're the romantic lyricist among the strings
You're the romantic lyricist among the strings
I'm the one that's been waiting for you to come back.
You are a romantic lyricist among the paths
And I approached you in the mood of drunken flowers
Into the softness of a deep spring like the sea
And the brightness of my heart
A pair of windy eyes of longing
Charming inch by inch
A section of a green dickey that will never drift away
A wheel of time as clear as the moon
Modern Poetry of Drifting 10Watching the clouds float past
It's that pair of calloused hands,
Turning the rust-stained plow,
In the dusty memories,
An inadvertent fatal blow.
I want to think of the blossoms at that time,
I want to think of the wind and rain at that time,
I want to think of the ignorant youth at that time,
I want to think of the naive and silly sweet honey at that time,
Tearing at the scabbed wounds,
Eroding numbness in the muscle marrow,
The pain is worse than the salt.
Green fall of the night,
Weeping tears,
Wet the plain paper, fuzzy ink,
Star fall ne scattered, all the music is silent,
Some people are still leaning on the waterfront,
murmur and sing,
Reed reed pale, the white dew for the frost,
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Reciprocal story,
Eternal theme,
The protagonist of the achievement of the years.
Curtains eventually to fall,
The song is over,
A moment of witness, dead heart!
A hundred-year commitment,
cannot be interpreted into an endless soap opera.
The other side of the offline, turned the hour hand,
even through the fingertips of the blade,
once again stabbed in the heart,
stand up, open the window,
let the sunshine in,
no burning clouds,
but see the colorful clouds full of sky.