Group Poem Wen/Baize
"Hate Green Haste"
The bronze mirror is cynical of the young, and the fallen son reads the white clothes. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
But there is no wind to wrinkle the waves, no traces of water, green silk passenger. The next year, when the flowers fall, another summer, another winter, the snow melted in the eyes.
The fall is getting deeper and deeper, and the days are getting cooler and cooler. Dear you, must remember to add clothes, take care of yourself. Inadvertently see some sentences, surprisingly incomparable miss, the feeling of summer. What are the keywords of summer in your memory?
"I love summer"
I love summer.
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I love the evening breezes and sunsets of summer,
The skies are often sad, except for
certain evenings in the summer when the days are golden.
From a distance, the streets of the city look
like a vast wheat field.
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I love the summer cicadas,
and what lengthens the afternoon indefinitely
is the seventeen years of waiting in the dark among the trees,
without seeing the light of day. Burning
into the shade of the trees, couples ears
ringing all night cicadas.
I love the fruits and drinks of summer,
they all have a shelf life, not to be seen
An autumn rain. As cool as a summer night.
Summer is good for love, and all you can see in your eyes
is love, like the red color in a watermelon.
Or ice cream sweet, only
eat the person, not tired of
repeatedly back to the year they were five years old.
Experience, the feeling of the first encounter.
I love the reflection of the summer sun through the trees,
tumbling through the dirt. Every trip two people take in the summer
feels like a grand adventure. Hands
clasped together, but not minding the rising temperature.
I don't know if it's because of the season,
or the person next to me.
I love the starry sky on summer nights,
and people love to go out and cool off and hang out.
Summer nights are the most relaxing,
compared to the other three seasons. Rocking chairs,
fans, and even the sound of square dancing.
Everyone's shadows come together,
making up a summer night.
I love the summer beach.
At noon, the sun
turns the waves to gold.
Like the foam on a beer,
and the colors of those
dreams brewing below.
Or some nights when
people walk the beach.
Suddenly,
you realize you've gone back in time.
The waves are still carrying
the lost stars of the night.
And the face you can't remember
is still on your right.
I love summer people,
Hot, like the sun.
But also gentle, like the evening breeze.
We blew through the summer winds together,
perhaps still separated in life.
But as long as we return to those different
but very similar summer.
The moment the breeze hit the side of my face,
I knew it was you.
Fire
Fire, fire, fire.
Fire streaks upward, smoke upward
Nothing can be caught on land.
Fire meets fire, comes together,
burns up the last winter. All that was left were ashes,
and a few memories that drifted through the air.
People's faces are blurred, and you can't see their joys and sorrows,
so the years pass by.
A ball of fire is a person.
But this fire is continuous,
as if in the background, the gray uncertainty
undulating mountains overlap.
The firelight floated upward in the air,
and the night was orange, and pink,
but not dark blue.
But on a night like this,
it's extraordinarily heartbreaking.
Who breaks your heart? Fire.
Was it the snow that buried everything?
It snowed for three months,
until people couldn't notice it anymore.
Only some were aware:
because the snowflakes were their family.
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And your broken heart
is the broken heart of a hundred thousand people
and the broken heart of a whole city.
How can I quench your sorrow?
Fire. There is nothing we can do about heartbreak,
and the same goes for memory. It can tear everything down,
yet it has never been so weak.
There is a very lovely person in the world, and that person is looking at this post, so envious of these words, thousands of mountains, on my behalf to see you. Forward to have sugar to eat more original poems:
May you, even if you have loved and made mistakes, will still hold your head high and walk forward fearlessly in the future
Acacia rises up like a cloud, like a cloud that stretches out, like a cloud that is as light as you are
A cup of cold dew clear wine, sit and watch the geese fly and leaves turn yellow into autumn colors, the day is getting colder, be sure to remember to add clothing