The flowing water cannot understand the meaning of the falling flowers, and the falling flowers are gone and buried in the flowing water. You don't know the thousands of threads, and the old friends will be late in the coming year.
My life was originally hopeless, but it was because of him that I had thousands of flowers and grasses, and the light was green. He was the rare broken sun in my endless night;
The hypocritical stepmother paved the way for my mother's death and also caused me to have a false pregnancy;
The Communist Youth League secretary ordered my deskmate to poison my water every day, causing me to become impulsive and lose my only true love;
The indifferent young man's earnest concern turned out to be a pretext for killing someone with a sweet talk but a bitter heart;
Eventually, I lost him.
When the one you love most is taken away from you, all you can choose is revenge;
Looking out in spring, I can see orioles flying on the willows in the distance, a touch of light green in my spring hometown.
On my deathbed, I cried out my blood and sang poems that I revised together with him;
Residual hatred is reborn, I step on the bloody lotus step by step, quietly watching in the waning spring mood, in the miserable mist of spring, the enemies who were close to me fall one by one;
The blood slowly flows down the iron nails, watering the flowers that I love him; with a box of audio tapes, I push the poisoner along with the current and trap him in his home;
When the dragon dances, who is drinking blood in the sound of the piano?
The sound of Guanju sounds, who broke his fingers on the strings of the zither;
The dandelion that wholeheartedly believes that it can still be in the heart after being scattered everywhere will only wilt;
Those he loved, those he hated, those who could rob him from me, all left the scene;
I no longer want the swallows to fly in and wait for a mouthful of mud when there is no news.
In the southwest wind,
I nestled quietly in his arms,
Cut off Luo Yi and keep your heart.
(Author's note: This is not an ancient style article.
Among them are poems and poems about sorrow and music,
It's just a sigh of a desolate shadow in the long night)
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