Author: KissTheRain

You have a student who can see through the years,

You brushed away the eyelashes of history,

You have ears that catch the sounds of nature,

Your lips can say strange things,

You've filtered the dirty eyebrows,

You are my lobster ...

You shuttle by my side,

I wander in your heart,

Looking for what I want,

Finally found it,

That long-lost feeling,

It's like finding a clear spring on a hot summer day.

It's like finding a heat source in a cold winter.

Like the one who found me in the lonely season,

When I first met you,

You can't forget,

I always want something from you,

Every time you surprise me,

Every time you shock me,

Every time you move me,

Every time I break up with you,

Always makes me sad.

You have given me endless inspiration,

I don't know how to thank you,

Maybe I know you,

Know everything about you,

Is the best thank you,

If so,

I am willing to spend my whole life getting to know you.

Poetry in the library

Author: goose feather drizzle always thought you were my lover.

Because I can read you.

You should know me, too

You, write your dreams in the book.

With the fingertips of quicksand

Hold tomorrow in my arms.

Fine sand, gently sliding between your fingers.

Count your yesterday.

I once held your hand, just like the West Building.

Yellow flowers fall and the moonlight is full of steps.

You dance lightly with your sleeves and I play the piano slowly.

A song of phoenix seeking to burn, two lights of chrysanthemum wine

After the drizzle of phoenix tree

We all got on the grasshopper boat.

It doesn't matter whether you pretend or not, there are so many worries.

As long as you can stroll through Xizi Lake.

And you are fragrant at the small silver table.

As long as you can lean side by side on the riverside.

Enjoy flowers with you on a moonlit night.

I once shook your hand, * * * Tu Danqing.

When the plum blossoms are green, the rain is like silk embroidered brocade books.

I use the wind as a pen and scoop water as ink.

Draw Gusu City and carve midnight bells.

Jiangnan is a vast sea of books.

Only insight

Two rows of sad geese, one pillow of frost.

I used to hold your hand and read poetry books.

When waving a jade fan, the curtain rolls west late.

Willow leaves fall with the water, turning me into a light poem,

When a plum shed tears, it became a noun.

Cherish, cherish, cherish

Thin green, fat and thin red.

It broke Jian 'an's character and changed the romantic life in Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Fine sand in your hand

Stay, dream, with a sieve

Let's go, let's go.

Put me

If I'm weak, I

The thin line of poetry

Open a bunch of magnolia flowers

Leave a fragrance on the earth