01
The spring breeze is light, the flowers bloom and fall, and the world is prosperous, but it is a touch of tenderness between your eyebrows.
I walk in the red dust, and the ripples on the lake of my heart are all because of you.
You are a dark fragrance in the depths of my soul, gently lingering, making every breath full of poetry.
In this long and short journey of life, because of you, the mountains and rivers have become gentle, and the years have become quiet.
The morning light is slightly dewed, I walk alone in the secluded path, and all the thoughts in my heart are your shadow.
Your smile is like the rising sun, warm and bright, illuminating my inner world.
Every fallen leaf, every flower, seems to tell your story and whisper about our past.
I picked up the fallen leaves, as if I could touch your temperature, which was the trace you left behind, a memory that time could not erase.
You are the unchanging color in my heart, no matter how the seasons change, you are still as bright as ever.
In the spring flowers, you are the flowers that bloom, the stars of the summer night, the cool moonlight, the maple leaves of autumn, and the whiteness of winter snow.
You are the Jiangnan in my dreams, the smoke and rain are hazy, the ink is blue, and the painting is far-reaching.
I listened attentively, listening to the gurgling water, as if it was your gentle whisper, watching the geese pass without a trace, but leaving your faint fragrance.
02
You are the most moving poem I have written, no need for flowery rhetoric, no need for complicated embellishment, a few simple strokes, and a thousand words.
Your existence is like the flowing words in an ancient scroll, light but profound, and every time you flip through it, there is something new.
You are the fragrance of ink between the pages of my book, the rhythm of my poems, the unquenchable flame in my heart, warming my cold fingertips and illuminating my path.
You are the home of my soul, the softest place in my heart.
Your smile is the direction I am chasing, and your tears are the deepest pain in my heart.
I would like to write countless stories for you, each chapter is full of warmth and care, and every line of poetry is full of thoughts and expectations.
You are the inspiration for my words, the source of my emotions, and the most beautiful scenery in my life.
In the silence of the night, I look up at the starry sky and imagine those twinkling stars, which one is your eye and which one is your heart?
I try to read your message from the starlight, to feel your joys and sorrows.
On the night of the full moon, I will ask the sky for wine, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I would like to be that shooting star, piercing the night sky, just to meet you.
03
You are an old song in my heart, melodious melody and endless aftertaste.
In the corridor of time, I walk slowly, and every time it echoes, it is the low chanting and singing of you.
I would like to enjoy the fireworks of this world with you, and taste the joys and sorrows of this world.
In my heart, you are the most beautiful picture, no matter how the wind and rain erode and how the years grind, you are still as clear as ever.
You are a dream in my life, with green mountains and green waters, white birds soaring, and colorful butterflies fluttering.
I would rather indulge in this dream than wake up.
You are a poem in my heart, there is a picture in the poem, and there is a poem in the painting. I would like to spend my whole life savoring and slowly interpreting.
You are the star in my eyes, dazzling, unreachable yet close.
I would like to use all my tenderness in exchange for an affectionate gaze and an affectionate hug with you.
You are the unquenchable flame in my heart, illuminating my path.
In my heart, you are the brightest star, the warmest light.
I love you, I love you, for the rest of my life......