12 prose poems, within 30 urgent, urgent, there will be heavy thanks

One line to start writing. Snow branches and plum blossoms brow.

The cold that poured into the wilderness, breathing between the lungs' crisp throat and hands.

The ice cubes that were quietly born in the quiet night fell down the eaves, drawing an arc.

On the bluestone slab, there is a shallow vortex of wine.

Two lines of ink. The distant mountains are floating, and most of them are trekking.

The morning breeze raised a long residual temperature, rolled the stars of last night, and the snow smoke of three points of laughter gently rolled up a sentence or two.

Protecting a little bit of Su Kai between his eyebrows, he was waiting outside the door of his heart.

Three lines of chanting. Apricot blossom love letter slanting rain pity.

The pink heart was kissed one by one.

The love and love that was collected carefully stretched out a little charming, wisps of dust and smoke, and the cheeks of the petals were dyed red recklessly.

Looking around with low eyebrows, it is already peach blossom powder.

Four lines into the rhyme. The bright pear blossoms are new and white, blooming by their small temperament.

The fingertips of the poem, dipped in the pear blossoms, walked out of the incense marks among the green grass.

The shadow of the flowers under the text window is secretly born.

The delicate jade butterfly, stepping on the red rhyme feet, walked out of a line of quatrains.

The Five Elements are the Law. The thrush flies low in the rain, and the rose finds a quiet beauty in the depths.

Summary. Hello dear has been found for you Twelve prose poems Dear: My heart is full of your laughter Thick clouds roll overhead, thunder comes from far away from the world The scarlet vision of lightning illuminates your hair, and the little plum I love The wind blows your dress, like a gentle flick of a lotus leaf Your white legs are like lotus roots.

May, I stood before you Stunned and silent—the cup of my heart was overflowing with your fragrance, and behind me was a coiled vine, with old branches bursting with a few fresh leaves. A kingfisher flew out of the clouds and perched on the branches, like a shy flower I dare not look at you with the naked eye Mei, your whisper trickles I feel like I have returned to my homeland - the mountain stream sings shallowly, and the white deer hoofs lightly; Twilight, gradually sinking A white crane swirls and flies down. Are you the cousin I have missed for a long time and can't get rid of the injury in my life, with her back against the laurel tree.

The moon rises like a thin white mist from among the branches. I love Xiaomei, the thunder has been broken, and the lightning has passed. Two tiny silver stars shine in your eyes.

Lu. Sleeping very quietly in the stamen, you are very quiet overflowing laughter, Mei, my heart is full of your laughter. Standing in front of you, I am silent I wish you a happy life <>

Hello dear has been found for you Twelve prose poems Dear: My heart is full of your laughter Thick clouds roll overhead, thunder comes from far away from the world The scarlet vision of lightning illuminates your hair, and the little plum I love The wind blows your dress, like a gentle flick of a lotus leaf Your white legs are like lotus roots. May, I stood before you Stunned and silent—the drunken cup of my heart was overflowing with your fragrance, and your beautiful Ting stood behind me, with a coiled vine behind me, with its old branches, bursting with a few fresh leaves.

A kingfisher flew out of the clouds and perched on the branches, like a shy flower I dare not look at you with the naked eye Mei, your whisper trickles I feel like I have returned to my homeland - the mountain stream sings, the white deer is hungry with light hooves; Twilight, gradually sinking A white crane swirls and flies down. Are you the cousin I have missed for a long time and can't get rid of the injury in my life, with her back against the laurel tree. The moon rises like a thin white mist from among the branches.

I love Xiaomei, the thunder has leaked limbs, and the lightning has passed. Two tiny silver stars shine in your eyes. Lu.

Sleeping very quietly in the stamen, you are very quiet overflowing laughter, Mei, my heart is full of your laughter. Standing in front of you, I am silent I wish you a happy life <>

Stem, stalk, hidden calendar, laughing, bathing, praying, sister, pavilion, wandering limbs, shading, mood, circulation, shading, these words choose five words to make a sentence, in a sentence there are five words on the line, thank you, teacher.

Is the teacher there? Pro: The mountain peaks are covered by clouds and mist, a tree shades the edge of the previous life, life is quiet, and the flow is fast, and the flow is endless, and then returns, as long as he does not lose his way, it is faster than the person who wanders in place without a sight, I wish you a happy life, <>

Xu Zhimo's Farewell Kangqiao (classic).

Haizi's face is facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming with ears of wheat.

Gu Cheng's little flower.

Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree.

Zhu Xiang's lotus picking song (very beautiful).

Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane (Mysterious Tenderness).

I can only think about so much at one moment.

Zhang Xiaofeng**.

White Handkerchief", "Red Handkerchief", "Meilan Bamboo Chrysanthemum", Pan Duna".

If it's the first time you see ,,, life, it's very good.

The sound of cicadas - Jian Yuan The taste of Beijing - Chen Jiangong.

There are a lot of good prose in the prose bar, covering all aspects, including prose poems, which you can check out.

Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree".

"Rain Alley" Dai Wangshu.

Homesickness" in the afterglow.

Spring" Zhu Ziqing.

Snow Lu Xun. Impression" Dai Wangshu.

It's not about loving wine" Zhang Xiaofeng.