Chen Dongmei ailai healthy

I wrote short lyric poems, including four poems, the second one and the fourth one are Tibetan poems. The first one leans under the Liu Yin, smelling the fragrant vitality of summer and evokes the graceful dance in my heart. My gentle face still can't or can't forget holding a weed for a long time, and my eyes still can't open thousands of rolls of paper. Dare you say anything to your face? Beautiful girl's second old wine, broken mud, exudes charming fragrance. The cold in winter is not comparable to this. Some people think that the smell of plum blossoms is floating in the air, which makes people unable to take their eyes off. The most mellow texture is really unforgettable. This is you, my beautiful girl, the third piece of snow flying all over the sky, which can't stop the blooming of plum blossoms, and the faint fragrance floats through the sparse branches. I don't want to show off like a peony, or have needles like a rose, or be as fragrant as a clove. You are so elegant that you walk into my heart like a knight. How can I forget you, my girl? The fourth snow I walked in the snow and fell in love with the old memories of this snow season. Close your eyes, the fragrance of plum blossoms floats far away, but it seems to be more like a hidden taste, floating like a key to open doors and windows and the sunshine behind it. Finally, I remember how you told me to forget it, my girl.