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Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

Every day's original poems and dreams, don't rub shoulders with me anymore

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ May the moonlight shine on the golden bottle when the song is against the wine.

——Li Bai, "Asking the Wine to the Moon"

◎ There are poems, wine, and songs, and spring colors are every year.

——Sikong Tu "There is a Gift"

"A Drunken Party Rest"

Text/Cao Lili

tonight

The moon on the eastern slope is at the head

Li Bai's wine entered his throat

Dancing on all sides with two sleeves in the breeze

Good time for a beautiful view

A drunken party hugh

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Think of the plum blossoms outside the Jiangnan sills

A bridge rhymes with a boat

Teenagers covet flowers in the mirror

I also want to fish the moon in the water

Seongnam Chase Drum

Two more look at the lights

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ All true happiness requires long-term preparation and hard work.

--Luo Xiang

◎ "Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart." ”

【Group poems】Text/Zhang Zhanyun

"Blue and White Porcelain" (Outer Two Songs)

This moment

Time stands still

Peach blossoms on the flowing water of the small bridge

The song of the wind

Embedded in clouds

Light and transparent

Bracing an umbrella

Wait for a touch of cyan

From the smoke and rain

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ Every day will fall into the dark and dull night, like a well, locking in the light. —— Neruda

In fact, the chances of people with resonant hearts bumping into each other are quite small. Many people can't touch their confidants in their lives, which is loneliness.

Clay Pot

Fire in the kiln

Burned out

The vicissitudes of the earth

Put the years

In clay pots

Woman with a clay pot on her head

Put the stream

Into the body

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ This is an era when books are increasing and the influence of books is shrinking.

◎ The pattern is determined by the academic vision and personality, the knowledge expands the horizon, the vision determines the pattern, and the pattern affects the fate of life. People in a lifetime, accidental success to see luck, will inevitably succeed to see the pattern, how wide the vision, how high the ceiling of success, and love, give you a steady stream of strength.

"Flute"

The wind is blowing everywhere

A wisp of emotion

I was woken up

In the bones

Sleeping souls

Lie down in a wine glass

With a sheep whip

Grazing

Birdsong in the sky

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ Like a light rain falling from the air, the raindrops are so small, the rain curtains are so dense, and the mountains are covered with a white veil like cicada wings.

◎ Spring rain is like silk, light and thin, as if it is a kind of wet smoke, no shape, no noise, gently moisturizing the earth.

"Spring Rain"

Text/Sea area of one side

Rain, with spring comes

Peach blossom in my palm

In the spring breeze, he retreated another ten miles

Trying to avoid your eyes

Spring water

A light rain poured down and stretched into a dream

Knocked on the west window for three thousand years

In an instant, a light rain jumped on the heartstrings

Play an acacia song

A tree of peach blossoms falls in full bloom

The glacier that precipitated in my eyes

It will tear and blossom in your piping hot kiss

The water in the palm of your hand rippled

A light boat moored for thousands of miles chasing the wind

Light a fishing fire and extradite the song and swallow dance of a spring

Rain, you know what

You used to be a string of jade bead curtains hanging in a fairy tale

Just because of the encounter, the heart trembled like thunder

From then on fall into the surging embankment of the spring tide, your arms

Pick up the song words of the four seasons like spring and sigh softly

2022/02/14

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ "A small beetle."

Lie on a leaf

A leaf is a green bed

It slept so soundly

Seemed smiling

My city is in the crevices of steel and cement

It is full of camphor, plane trees, and osmanthus trees

These trees are my city

Green bed"

◎ Like visually looks vast, sea, grassland, field, desert, sky, Xu is I think I am very narrow so I should look more at those that are inclusive.

"Spring Rises"

Text/Huang Qingsi

The steaming sound of spring in the wilderness

Exhale a sniffle that has been held for a winter

No more detailed debate about the sound of ice and snow falling

Attempted twilight winter remnants of the mountain remained silent

Stay away from the dream of falling

Learn to acquire new green trees and run to the sky with the sound of day and night jointing

Listen, technically on the yellow sparrow to play the spring word

The eaves purple swallow brews a new song of marriage proposal

I combined the sounds of spring and the voice of contention into the February march

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ Age is only a symbol of the years, I hope we all have the connotation of matching it, or innocence, or fearlessness, or calm, or pure, living like ourselves, is the best gift to life.

"Dotted Lips, Flower Buds" text/ Bodhi Tree

Delicate and delicate, single flower species thousands of silk white. The snow fell on the green, and the moon fell.

The first bloom of the fangrui, the green buds are newly lined with blue. Zhu Yan is old, silently observing the years, and the sun is quiet and transparent.

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ See a favorite sentence: the most important decision, the major event of life, should be handed over to the "heart", intuition is the highest level of rationality.

"Intoxicated Spring"

Text/People-oriented

A dry reed

Stoop hard

In remembering the whispers of the spring breeze

and the freshness of the drizzle

The branches are like spores

We can't suppress it

Inner tide

And the emptiness higher than the clouds

Witness the chill and spring grass

Always keep a lost distance

Spring is beginning to flood

As the sun opened up

Branches and inner barriers

The earthly world no longer remains

Frost of the past

Some obsessions

Soft with the spring breeze

Accompanied by birdsong

Hum a ballad

I was already drunk with spring

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ There is no special reason, just like to go to a farther place. Loved going to the farther courtyard and cutting the grass a little farther. Loved going a little further on the road and seeing the scenery a little farther away.

- Haruki Murakami, "The Last Lawn in the Afternoon"

On the ice rink, he chased after her; he wanted to catch up with her. At this time, he felt in a trance that what he wanted to catch up with was life, a life that was gone, could not be caught, and was as difficult to capture as if he wanted to catch his own shadow and could not be obtained.

- Chekhov's Notes

"Fun"

Text/Daytime

I want to go to a faraway place

Do not bring any bags

Alone, leave a little thought

Let the journey be as bumpy as it gets

Time moves quietly

A quiet taste of the past

Let me fall intoxicated sleep

When you wake up, you go to the far side

That place is the most beautiful bay

Be full of roses and peonies

Roses are best light pink

Peonies are best magenta

The sea should be vast and deep

Use dark green as the base color of the water

Crystal clear as emerald jade

The earth should be fragrant and fragrant

Bring the frivolity of the wind

Stir up the microwave of water

There is a sunset that never sets

A cloud of fire lit by fireworks

The faint sunset and moonlight

There should be geese and cranes as companions

Can't leave me alone

There must also be a prairie

Let go of the wild horse in your heart

Enjoy the flow of time

With immature poetry

Steal stories from afar

Send a post to my hometown

It's beautiful enough, it's worth it

Remember to be well and enjoy the landscape

There is such a distant place

It's good that the world doesn't come in vain

If you wake up in a dream, this is true

How can plum blossoms fall all over the ground

Partially, only the incense is as it was

Love has nothing to do with others, it is the sweetness of one's own heart

◎ The feelings that really touch people are always simple and unpretentious, it is silent, not ostentatious, and buried deeply.

——Zhou Guoping, "Man and Eternity"

◎ Work hard, for the life you want, for the fireworks of the world, for today's wind and moon. - "Spring Breeze Blows"

"Seeing an Open Apricot Blossom"

Text/Wan Muqing

In the light rain

See the crystallization of red and white falling in love

An open apricot blossom

It's that pink

Send to the spring breeze of the past

Blowing longing herbs

There is a very cute person in the world, this person is looking at this article, really envious of these words, thousands of mountains and rivers, see you on my behalf. Forward it with sugar to eat

Author | Original Poetry | Cao Lili / Zhang Zhanyun / Fang Haihai / Huang Qingsi / People-Oriented / Day Chen / Wan Muqing (◎ In addition to poetry in the text, some sentences quoted in the text are derived from the signature and unnamed source of the invasion and deletion Thanks to the American masterpiece)

Figure | Rice Balls of Shu fang zhai (a poem and an article authorized original handwriting) (Thanksgiving Beauty Picture)

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