[Sauvignon Blanc, White House]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
Unlock the screen. And hold the screen.
Fill in a word. Idiots laugh incessantly.
Listen. Afraid to listen.
Write about the Mandarin duck heart like ice. Three more voices were heard.
[Qinyuan Chun, Su Shipu]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
An inch of heart, several degrees of spring and autumn, carefully cultivated.
Watch the tide rise and fall, the green mountains are stacked, the clouds are rolled up, and the troubles are put aside.
Stay in the maple forest, reconcile the seven colors, paint and paint Le full of cheeks.
Looking back again, I saw that the crows were circling the trees, but they were mourning.
Where does the rhyme come from? I also want to forget, but I am spontaneously stunned.
Timid night is quiet, moon frost bedside, candles are incense embers, kites complain of sorrow.
The relationship is short and long, the goose sound is unfounded, and the heart refuses to be obedient.
Lift the bald pen, lead the words between the lines, and tears flow.
[Parting difficult, Liu Yongpu]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
The moon outside the court moves the bamboo dance, greeting the golden cinnamon fragrance. Leaning on the window sill, slowly taste alone.
A few souls, cold dew wet clothes.
Secretly pondering, Saibei wind madness, winter clothes Tim no, who sent Alang.
A nostalgic autumn, chaotic heart, still looking forward to the long love.
It's unforgettable. Dream Yiyi, as if beside you.
Xu Xian was in this world, thinking that the wrongdoer could break my soft intestines.
May each other, lingering in dreams, distant concerns, obsessed with love.
There will be a day, the big goose cloud note will be sent, and the same good time.
[Dark Incense, Ginger Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
The corridor is lonely. Look at the petals in front of the window, last night the wind was evil.
Habitually leaning on the dry, half boiling time and half decoction.
Hugh Dao's waist is thin, he hates tourists, and the end of the world is drifting.
Dream back, an inch of lovesickness, remember the past years.
Listen. Re-appointment. Remembering the occasional encounter in the net, he will hold his body.
Want to cry more. Who would have expected it to be in a few days.
Complaining that time is difficult to catch, silent sighs, life is really thin.
Stop, he is at this moment, with whom.
[He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
The patient is lonely for a long time. Lock the heavy door, moth eyebrows, lean on the window to watch the bamboo.
While reminiscing about the past, he fried medicine and occasionally read books.
I also know that Shaohua is difficult to continue.
Man will waste this life, see no one, and secretly cry.
The dream is far away and difficult to repeat.
Falling red deliberately clears the waves. Elicit emotion, the past is gone, the future is uncertain.
I just want the clouds to go deep into hiding, and fly and stay with you.
In the moonlight, the piano is chanted.
Pick up the pen to make a note of the Mandarin duck characters, lie in the cold bed, and write down the life record.
For years, Shoumei House.
[He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
The rain drifts away. On the high platform, the slanting sun and clear water, the fishing boat song late.
This scenery is difficult to describe, but you can ask Qing Qing to accompany you.
But alas, the end of the world is far away.
Remembering the original dream, cool love, difficult to give the heart resentment.
From then on, the pain was like a cocoon.
How to persuade the return trip. Send a red note, sweet words, say thousands of times.
I don't want to know how beautiful it is, but I often turn the page.
Should not be, the love is shallow.
Fortunately, the scent of the pillow is there, and I make a wish to tomorrow.
At the end of the plot, write it.
[He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
Courtyard new Kirito Shadow. At dusk again, there was a flood passing by, crying and moving the well.
A few pieces of idle clouds soothe the clothes, and wake up Nong in the dream.
But that's it, a vision of the future.
Mirror on the wall of the single pair of dressers. Thin waist, the past is difficult to calm.
Often self-dispatched, prone to many diseases.
Tears stained the collar. Ask the world, what is love, how to calm down.
Wasted time is empty, really a red face and a short life.
But hopefully, I can get lucky.
Raise the pen and ask the amorous sentences, waiting for the return, and singing to the wrongdoers.
As such, rejoice.
[He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
Dreams are the same as kings. Even if you are stupid, you also have a heart, and you can talk about pain.
Holding hands on the long causeway under the oblique sun, accompanied by the twilight of the morning.
Co-creation, tenderness, .
Sigh that the time can not be retained, leaning on the window sill, leaving the amorous woman.
Smoke rises, and it is hard to imagine.
In early autumn, I remember the remnants of spring sentences. The phoenix is lonely, the lonely pavilion is deep, and the life is not lived up to.
The air is between the branches of the south building, and it is very troublesome.
In vain, several people encountered.
This fate is uncountable, asking the ancient and modern, who will solve the red face and suffering.
Empty, finally go back.
[He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
Remembering the king's departure. Little Mandarin duck, full of affection, obsessed.
Knowing Chang'an Duojiali, I am worried about the acacia heart.
More timid, thin in the mirror.
Illness haunts me wordlessly, there are beautiful people, and they have a strong affection for you.
Can be a companion for a long time, always hold hands.
The heart followed the wind, went to the front of the zun, before the flower, under the moon, and re-poured the wine.
The poems on the bed are still there, listening to the hourglass with me.
Luckily, the article was written.
Let me slowly find a dream, to Shadow Three, to see how long it can be saved.
Today is the most feared, empty nostalgia.
[Qing Ping Le, Li Bai Pu]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
Dew-koshutake. Tamabuebuki Shinkyoku.
The verdant low windows are lush. Red stove incense old house.
Fill in the blank words. I can't help but think about it.
The past is hard to look back on. Whose side does the obsession fall on?
| About the Author |
| Cold-eyed life, real name Ge Jian, born in 1979 in Huatuo, Cao Cao's hometown, the ancient city of Bozhou. Wandering between the words of poetry, a boy's body, a daughter's heart. Most of the poems are based on the theme of lovesickness and sorrow. |
| All poems are original |
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