Modern poetry Spring breeze intoxicating night

Who makes the spring breeze into a fine wine

I don't know where my hometown is

Who turns night into a delicacy

It makes me feel so flustered

Who puts the stars in their eyes

It is my dream for me to discover you

I remember that spring night

I smelled a faint floral fragrance

There's one more

A girl with wings

Stand next to me

The eyes are pure and the smile is fresh

Resolve the sorrow in my heart

I thank you for that spring evening

Let me no longer wander

All the pain counts for nothing

There is still a long way to go in life

The spring breeze is drunk with spring flowers annoying

I met the girl in my heart

Drink the fine wine of the spring breeze

Jia Yao holding up the night

Stand on a spring night

No more confusion

(Excerpt from a passage on the Internet: Spring Night Meditation On Spring Night, Light Moon Cage Yarn, Lou Tingting.) The wind brushed her cheeks and brushed her long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and soft. I don't dare to deliberately pursue anything, but I just hope that all good beginnings will have a happy ending, just as this spring night is as long as this spring night. Wake up alone in the middle of the night on this spring night with your face flashing in your head. Remembering the simplest feelings you have ever given me. ）