My Original Poetry

The sorghum is separated, and its leaves are Shu Zhenzhen. Green words turn into tears, don't hurt others. Moreover, I feel drunk in the cup, and my heart will meet with the word "minus". Paintings fly south in pairs, carrying smoke and greenery. Chat about the sky, don't gather things. If you are tired of being happy, you will cause trouble. It's like new flowers and old leaves, falling apart and falling silently. The sixth day of the lunar month is not as good as the fifth day of the lunar month. March and April are unlimited. Eighty and ninety years come and go. One parting and two places tell the story for thousands of years. The pink is hanging and the red is not caring. The smile disappears every night. Like a dream, listening to the rain in summer It was raining yesterday, so I leaned against the window and listened to the beautiful road. The fine fragrance brings the wind, and it suddenly promotes contraction and stops. Don't make mistakes, don't make mistakes, thin days cause countless annoyances Resentful King Sun·Si Qing It's a quiet night and I can't sleep under the clouds. Open the small window and sit opposite Zhe Ming. Know who's out there? Recall feelings. Ruthless words are regarded as sentimental complaints, which can only be difficult to continue, sentences about the past and present life. The end of the world is far away from the human body, lingering with tears, wanting to say goodbye This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.