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Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

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

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ I am usually a nameless person, a tourist in the countryside, a scattered idle cloud, and a wild crane in Jiangnan. The river that flows through April leads to a high song, and the distant sound of the two banks of the green mountains coincides with the flowing water of the mountains. You sit on the high court, and I live alone in the hut. You give up your luxury and taste the sourness of wild fruits, and I have stayed here for a long time, and my wings have folded and folded.

The true feelings in the world are rare, whether he is jade leaf jinke or autumn grass. I only want this spring supper moment, the bright moon is half covered, and I will be your inescapable culpability. ------------------

▍"Spring Breeze Old Man"

Text/First time the mountain rains and sunny

(I)

It happened to be spring when I left you

You say you're going to be in time for dark

Walk through the town of your dreams

I stared at your train fade out of sight

Leave a line of back as a souvenir

Close your eyes after you leave

In the dream, the mountains are connected to the mountains

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ I crashed in my dreams, and all my thoughts were turned to ashes.

I don't admit that it backfired,

Not all words have to shine.

Two points I repeat the words, eight points I admire you half a degree.

No matter what kind of description, it seems blasphemous,

Your beauty is a bone of its own, and even fireworks drink from you.

My poetry is not worthy of your admiration,

Your beauty also seems to me to be incomparably surrendered.

How can you not look back, I write the sky to pray for you.

———— Yixuan

▍(2)

Your back is drifting away in my world

Thousands of thoughts and thousands of expectations are hard to say

As I was parting, I wrote a lonely poem

Scattered people turned in the wind year after year

I would like to see each other in my dreams

You are not late in spring

I went to Zhengangnam

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ I lost this last city, struggled to throw the last throw, and shot the arrows full of bows through the most romantic poems. Nuwa cleverly grabbed you this pen to let King Chen fill in the last word, naturally I also fell into difficult self-knowledge, from then on unforgettable Wushan Cloud, Bashan, unforgettable jade plate hung that day, you look at it like a world away, another world I deeply love God's arrow.

I've never been to Tianhe Mountain, but you made me immersed in it only a foot away. - Snowless

▍(iii)

I would like to accompany you through the city under dusk

Listen to a sea of oranges on a midsummer afternoon

The weather in April is not suitable for relaxation

I hide the verses left for you outside of time

May you wake up from the sea of flowers every spring

You come or don't come, I've always been there.

I will wait for the day when there is no sunset

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ Romantic stars sprinkle by the river, roses are planted in no man's court, and only insomniacs understand the poetry of the night. - Qinghu Lake

▍(Wanton)

Someone left after the rain,

Someone falls in love in a dream,

Someone drowned in the sea of memories before waking up from a dream

Wandering under the setting sun,

The color of the wind never changes.

Are you still around after the rain has stopped

I held a bouquet of white roses to make a warm confession to the years

In the year of Nongyin, the month of Jiachen( 甲辰月庚寅日 noon).

2022.04.07

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ Melancholy is medicine,

Poetry is the patient,

But I'm a quack.

- Seventy-two Lanes

▍ "April is your lie"

Text/North Mu DangFeng

My heart was glowing with a shallow greenery

The sky is as blue as a wash

The wind ripples

I am in your lake of tenderness

Talk about the wine and enjoy it

-

Smoked for a long time, crushed the intestines

Come and forget you

All things greeted everything in April with joy

I look for it in April

Look for spring, and the whole flower season

But there is no message from you

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ There is always some kind of emotion in the world that suddenly visits, heartbreak in the empty field, kindness in the chaotic snow, summer leaves, and there are ponds full of lotus flowers to accompany the burial. You are pretending to be harmless, not sad or happy, how dare you say that you love the moonlight deeply. - Qinghu Lake

▍《Bu Operator》

Text/Still as water

Put the wine at dusk,

Twilight sinks.

The first rain of swallows returns home,

But see the smoke wave dance.

When willow banks are deserted,

Solo breeze path.

Coming and going in the clouds,

But it is bitterness.

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ Loneliness is the privilege of a few people,

Like,

Withering is the romance of a small number of roses.

▍《Afterglow》

Text/Daytime

I love, this afterglow

Keep me warm in the memories

I'm going to be on the endless prairie

Build a garden that belongs only to us

Put the letters you once sent

And what I want to say to you

I want to guard the warmth of these stories

Or wind, or rain

Can't blow away, can't get wet

On the endless prairie

Because of you, I am not alone

Maybe one day

Peony would visit my garden again

Wild horses can gallop my prairie again

My life will be ripe for three more points

Unfortunately, the encounter is just that

I was drunk on a dream in my thoughts

These residual temperatures will become

Lucky for the first half of my life

and the obsession of the second half of life

In luck and obsession

There is a regret

I want to learn to cherish and forget

Cherish the experience at that time

Forget about my remaining thoughts

Maybe we're just passers-by after all

It is better not to overdraft the rest of your life

I'm willing to stop disturbing your years

Maybe you have the warmth I left behind

As soon as I think about it, I know

We've never been desperate people

It's just that life has met different distant places

Those I can't forget

After that, I never forgot it

The afterglow was just right, baking my soul

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ Wish me a beautiful story of stealing, in the spring breeze of three or two, white bones and green clothes. I wish you, the landscape and water, if the stars are rare in your dreams, please sit and watch the heavens play. In the days to come, if you want to go east, I will go west and give my heart to God.

It is my delusion to reach all things so that I leave the most brilliant relics.

- Emperor Jinling

▍ "To the Far Side"

Text/Hui

How do I open my mouth

I think

Write with a pen

One last word for you

This beautiful morning

Birds never sing for anyone

As if you were gone later

All poetry is sealed

All good is deceiving itself

Vigorous trees also sway in the wind

destiny

This big river

Also already put our ship

Rush to pieces

My heart is incomplete

Attempt to create

A paradise without you

Only hope

afar

And far away

There is the sun you are after

And my wind

But it never stops

Blowing

Farther away

Into

The vastness of the sea of people

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ You pass by my whole world, picking the tree and blossoming;

Rambling with you, nostalgic for the four seasons; when the lonely fang can be happy, where the grass is blue;

One night in the world, the clothes are cold; the cup of good birthday and the beauty, the hibiscus tent is warm and the spring supper is shared.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, what is the best with the king!

The beauty of summer flowers, the quiet beauty of autumn leaves,

How dare you ask for Na Xia!

- "Flower Summer"/Bang Feng

▍【Group poems】Text/Wind and dust

《Qing Ping Le》

Stumbling drunkenly, he fell into the fanghua cluster. Three feet of green silk wind came to bundle, and the former Shan Shan was nowhere.

The dark lights are lonely and the umbrella is muddy, and the rain carries dreams and dries as much as possible. He abandoned the autumn trees in the old garden, and the flowers bloomed again.

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ I see that your heart has not yet awakened,

My wind chimes stopped responding.

I don't dare to write with a black pen for your liking,

It's just that the white paper and ink words are afraid of startling the daylight. - Yi Xun

▍ "Drunken Flower Yin"

Swaying spring branches look for the twilight, worrying about the endless road. Long time not drunk autumn dust, continue to ink in the air, blow away the sleeping clouds.

The sky is lonely and lonely, but I see a beam of wind. Ask the moon lonely, bitter smile is difficult to say, thousands of miles of fog.

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ Spring also snows, so there is nothing permanent in this world. Even if the flower buds have bloomed, even if the lover's eyes have buried Xi Shi. - Qinghu Lake

▍ "Wrong Love"

Text/Ni Gaohua

It may just be a dream

You fantasize about yours

I fantasized about mine

In the time and space of dreams intertwined

The left ear hears "I love you"

Hourglass of light at that time

Drop the last grain

It's --

It was the sound of waking up from a dream

Everything dissipated like smoke

It's a dream or not

Missed

All stayed in that dream

A write-off

Romantic stars are sprinkled by the river, roses are planted in the no-man's garden, and only the insomniacs understand the poetry of the night

◎ We are abandoned by God, and we are festering and decaying from the swamp, and all the people stand under the sun and make a big judgment, and we are sentenced to life. We stood proudly on the high mountains, danced together on the blades, and jumped in the spring and autumn seasons, and rode horses across the northern and southern frontiers to play against the wolves. The lows and the palpitations, the teenager is never afraid of thorns, shhh, don't make a sound, I have ninety percent of the strength in this battle, Ren Erzang feng horizontal scale pen, the final situation only needs me to ride.

I am not a clumsy jade but a late instrument, and the young man should dare to laugh at the heavens and the earth, and the fallen son should be sick, and all the men should retreat.

- (To the AG Red Sea) Snowless

▍《Zanhana Song》

Text/People-oriented

Stand on the branches of spring

The most beautiful time has passed

Pondering the warmth of birdsong

Still turn around for love

Scattered souls

Follow the road that came when you came

Return to the dirt

Only a trace of concern remains

Fluttering in thoughts

A touch of residual red

Shield the past one by one

Residual flowers cry out

Since ancient times, the East Wind has often hated

No new fruit is required

The incense falls on the ground

Whatever the hold

None of this helped

A flower ages gracefully

It's a dignified goodbye

Zanka Toka

It is also as deep as rain

Like crying is like complaining about resentment

The new leaves are red

It is also a blue blood Dan heart

Wind and rain to sweep away the wind and dust

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

Contributor | Original sentence| Xie Meet / Yi Xun / Xue Wu / Qinghu / Seventy-two Lanes / Emperor Jinling / Bang Feng Original Poetry | First Feng Shan Yu Qing / Bei Mu Dang Wind / Still as Water / Day Chen / Hui / YunFeng Dust / Ni Gaohua / People-Oriented (Thanks to The American Masterpiece)

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