5 poems to imagery Speed urgent

...... be more specificWhat imagery?

Star Variations.

Rivers, if every corner of the earth is full of light.

Who needs stars, who will.

Gaze at night.

Look for distant comfort.

Who doesn't. Every day is a poem.

Every word is a star.

Like a bee fluttering in the heart.

Who doesn't want to have a soft evening.

Soft as a lake.

Fireflies and stars swim among the water lily bushes.

Who doesn't love spring, when birds fall all over the branches.

Like stars falling all over the sky.

A twinkling sound floated from afar.

Clusters of white lilacs are hazy.

If every corner of the earth was filled with light.

Who needs stars, who will.

Burning lonely in the cold.

Look for a little bit of hope.

Who wants to be year after year.

Always write poems of suffering.

Each one is a group of trembling stars.

Like ice and snow covering my heart.

Who wants to watch the night freeze.

Stiff as a piece of land.

The wind blows down one skinny star after another.

Who doesn't like fluttering flags, loves fire.

Golden stars welled up.

When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.

Go and shine where the sun can't.

1.In front of my window, there was a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost and covered with snowflakes.

2.Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, as if the dance instructor was directing, and all the greens fluttered together neatly to the beat......

Put the seeds in the soil.

Put the small fish in the fish tank.

Put butterflies among flowers.

Put the birds in the nest.

Then dear you.

I should put you in **.

Small grass grows on the ground.

The fruit grows on the book.

The sailing captain is at sea.

Stars grow in the sky.

My sister grows on the couch.

The phone is in my sister's hand.

I'm in love with someone else.

Can you do me a favor No.

I didn't expect you to be such a person, huh.

I've seen through you, oh.

In the future, I will walk with them, yes.

In the universe with a diameter of 93 billion light years.

There is an Earth with a diameter of 12,756 kilometers.

On this earth with a diameter of 12,756 kilometers.

There is a country of 9.6 million square kilometers.

In this country of 9.6 million square kilometers.

I live in a small place.

And the little you.

I avoided my mother because of my long-windedness.

Because I was overbearing, I avoided my father.

I avoided my sister because I was too troublesome.

Because it was clingy, I dodged the subject.

Finally I found out.

I'll never be able to hide.

It's a scar that lasts for a long time.

When I was 5 years old, I spent 5 yuan on ice cream.

When I was 10 years old, I spent 10 yuan on stationery.

At the age of 15, I spent 15 yuan on past papers.

At the age of 20, I spent 20 yuan to renew my membership.

At the age of 30, I spent 300 yuan to do favors.

These two songs are a bit apt imagery, and a little hazy, I don't know if they suit your appetite!

Read a poem to you

The eaves after the rain are indeed the most suitable for wind chimes.

You see from the window that the wind is just coming out of the bud and it's very soft.

And I decided to travel on the cat's eyes.

And so all the mystery retreats into the landscape.

Only the things that are hidden and dexterous enough can grow into dandelions.

And then follow without any burden and move forward very carefully.

Because I was afraid that I would wake up the part of me that only dared to like you in my dreams, I silently recited a poem to you.

The action of opening the book of poems is very careful and very light.

It's very light, it's very careful, it's like a cat following a wind chime, and it reads a poem to you about the secret of love.

The autumn rhyme is coming, and the water color in the south of the Yangtze River is steeply cool.

The scenery fades, and the old branches scatter and drift into the red dust.

Thou mean wind, confiscate the wedding dress that February himself knitted.

The flowers will be red again, and the world will be beautiful in the coming year.

If you come, that smile will bury my memories for thousands of years.

God is stingy, the autumn that met you has not been reincarnated.

Ten thousand styles, the clown is touched by the beauty of the jade arm happiness and sweetness.

Cool your people, try your best to ask me to find another reason.

Acacia to the bottom, I am willing to stranded my body for the dry fish in the sea.

The flowers bloom fruitlessly, and there is a kind of love that is destined to die and the flowering period cannot be deciphered.

If creation makes people, he will only sigh and look up to the sky and be sad.

In this life, I will never abandon it.

Rolling red dust, you are afraid that no one will remember the fragrance and jade.

Love is tireless, watching the geese come and go and wait for the old age.

The sun and the moon drink bitterly, please see that my attachment to the broken intestines has not ended.

Fate is not good, I am willing to plough your barren emotional holy land.

The prosperity is gone, and when the neon becomes empty, I will wash the dust and lead.

After a few years of life, the old road is always the same towards the sunset.