"Always can't help but drop the pen" text / Dream Fireworks (original poems) always can't help but drop the pen to duck, write whose romantic story, picture the duck whose soul picture; a path of Fangfei, a mountain

"Always can't help but write"

Text/Dream Fireworks (Original Poem)

Always can't help but write the duck, write whose romantic story, figure the duck whose soul picture; a path of Fangfei, a mountain of smoke and rain, a beautiful past, the future of expectations, all of which are pure in heart, slow down impetuousness, go to worry, and every fate has been beautiful. The spring color of Jiangnan is as clear as promised, and there are one or two branches of Zhumei outside the mountain. Leaning on the staff but looking for clouds and water, the wind and smoke do not tie me to love. Where the wine wakes up tonight, the willow bank is in the wind and the moon. This past year should be a good day and a good scene. Even if there are a thousand kinds of customs, it is even more with whom. For one thing, the heart is at the bottom of the parting. Watch the flowers fall from the world. Jinzi was hungry and cold, linjiang saw it, after all, Shaohua was old, and Hugh Dao returned to Taishou in the spring. Falling water is like a stream. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun, moon and stars, Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, landscape and water garden, bee butterfly flowers and grasses, pine and cypress, beautiful scenery are all painted. The four seasons are reincarnated, with the best posture, to meet the future of each day, only wish you have good thoughts, the four seasons are poetry.

There are a hundred flowers in spring that can be included in poetry, a cool breeze in summer that can be written into poetry, a full moon that can write poetry in autumn, and a poem that can be sung in the winter moon.

The ever-changing heart is still the same, and the clouds are also poetry. I don't know the time and the earth, the heavens and the earth are at my disposal.

2022.2.11.