When I write a poem, ask for a poem that I have written

6 sentences and 7 sentences do not rhyme, 8 sentences.

Mao Xiaohong is my favorite".

The bamboo is verdant in the wind.

The stream flows and the flowers fall.

The red makeup is pale and beautiful.

It is a poem painting of the victory fairy.

I would like to accompany Iraq for the rest of my life.

Indeed, the mind is the same.

The most envious couple.

Love is in the wind and snow.

The brush falls shallowly on the end of the paper, and the water of the small river is instantaneous.

Red flowers and green leaves lined the stream, and my heart was casual and religious.

The true love is hidden and the danqing is sticky, and he likes to depict sunny days.

Rejoice but watch the bees and butterflies, can you sometimes watch from the sidelines?

- May it be as desired.

Mao Yu Mingjing skillfully dressed, and the small jasper fell into the palace;

The red flying green dance welcomes the arrival of spring, and I see that the pity is long;

I love Sheng Fangfei in March, and I like to smile from the sky;

Huan Ruo is a confidant in his life, you sing me and compose a new chapter.

The word "most" is added, and the content is smooth and romantic.

There is a saying: birds fly lightly, flowers and plants are dressed;

The spring breeze shakes new ideas, and the laughter is more flying;

May as you ask, the words are hidden in the chapter.

Drizzle Fei Fei moisturizes things.

The creek is bubbling and flowing.

The red ying fell and fell.

My heart drifts with the flowers.

Love is hidden in it.

Your heart knows my heart.

The hair and grass are still in love with the flowers, I have never said goodbye, and the joy is short, you know my heart.

The brush paints the spring duck with light ink, and the plush texture is silky.

I look forward to the warm water in the river, and I like to row down the river.

The joyful scenery appears in a dream, and you and I are wings together.

I don't know if I wrote it myself? You might as well take a look, hehe.

The mountain road was, and it is the mountain road under my feet now.

Once upon a time, the mountain road was just wild moonlight, and no one passed here with torches.

If the mountain road were the footprints of the rising and setting sun, I could see two or three broken paper cigarette rolls buried in the soil, a stubble cough, and the sporadic sound of struck matches with a hoe and smoke.

Listen to the mothers chatting by the fire at night.

My hands were burned by fire.

It's like they're talking about it again.

own young.

By whom the angel is branded.

I should raise such a son.

Let him fly around the house and hit a wall everywhere.

Too close to the clouds learned to cry.

Homesickness The road home is never too far.

I smoke and he is in the smoke.

Pretend to fall Warm snowflakes are flying all over the sky.

Occasionally make a little trouble other people's little white rabbits.

He slept soundly under his bed all afternoon.

I was very dissatisfied with him, but I couldn't do anything about him.

Not once did I succeed.

Throwing a tantrum at his mother.

His arrows are always at the right time.

Neighbors always complain like this.

I should raise such a son.

A little son, a son who doesn't grow up.

I have to say hello to people, and I never get tired of it.

Angel's Daddy: What a name.

A sloppy man with an unshaven beard.

Just wanted to see the train.

Just wanted to see the train.

Preferably vans.

Fill with wood It is best to start from the forest.

Back to the forest.

Abandoned railroad tracks.

The sleepers are going back to the forest.

Re-rooted.

I witnessed the whole process by accident.

When your hair is long enough.

When your hair is long enough.

You can look in the mirror over and over again.

Comb until smooth.

Supplied until it can no longer fall.

The dust and wind of time.

Gently pinch the ancient comb.

Supple those days that await suppleness.

Supple those who go away.

The day when someone does not return.

Stormy days.

Those that slipped quietly.

How do you treasure your hair?

Tell yourself about the past.

How to understate like.

Calm bystanders without emotion.

The narrative does not have any details.

You have to look in the mirror over and over again.

Comb your hair unintentionally.

The hair gently covered the eyes.

Elopement should find someone to elope.

Before getting to the place.

No eating, no drinking, no sleeping.

We ran hand in hand.

Day and night, winter and summer.

At some dawn without warning.

From afar, you can see the last nameless town.

Children of all ages grew all over the ground.

Wave happily to the sun.

We grew old in this instant.

Juvenile. A dandelion walks past the window covered with thorns and vines.

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the young man's face in the window.

Childish maturity and condensation.

A manuscript full of text.

inadvertently opened her long-closed heart.

Ah, boy. Are you anxious for an unknown future?

If you leave. Can you miss it?

It stopped at your window.

Listen to your little dandelions.

Gusts of wind blew by. She vanished without a trace.

Like a broken memory.

Silently. I can only hear my hometown.

That familiar melody.

and the sound of rain beating thorns.

Long

When I was in high school, I was honored to write the same thing.

Lyre. Deep voice.

Sing melancholy songs.

I use the same husky.

Come and. Rough fingers.

The color of the strings cannot be touched.

Only lonely tears.

In every moment of the millennium.

Rolled. I can only be silent.

Even if the strings are broken.

I'm not sorry either.

Me in the dark.

Forever. No one can get the right notes.

From me. Glide through.

Summary. How to write a poem yourself.

What a poem. Make a poem with a lover.

Do it with a name, his name is Zhang Shuoling, and my name is Li Jianhui, it is best to be able to express love and be related to the car, can you help me make a song.

And cars. What car?

If it's not good, you can remove the car.

Do you want to add a surname? If you add it, wait a little because it has to be considered.

You can see it here with or without it. How good how to come.

Zhang Fan played the drum and drove the boat to Shuoge, the low window was deep, the furnace was exquisite, the dice were exquisite, the red beans loved this Qingyin, wanted to live in Li, Hou Chong, and this section was built into the cold forest, and the group of people was clearly divided into eighteen bodies.

Thank you. You're welcome, and I wish you a happy life.

The sunset is infinitely better.

When the sun is setting in the west.

Please enjoy it quietly.

Because the setting sun is left for you.

It's not a sad decision.

It's the back full of beauty.

You have to understand. What is about to pass away is the peace that belongs to it.

As the years go by.

Please smile calmly.

Because the years have given you.

It's not just gray green silk.

And your wisdom.

and an understanding of the affairs of the world.

You have to understand. The years have not treated you badly.

It's just for you to learn to discover the beauty that you can't see.

and enjoy gentle tranquility.