Said that he could help me write a later modern sentimental poem called Be original!!

Afterward. Once young and frivolous.

Later, he wandered.

Once a youthful dream.

Later, he was confused.

The fragrance of the true love of the past.

Later, it was sad.

The ripples of the past.

Later, he had a broken dream.

The joy of the past.

Later, there were tears.

Wandering together in the past.

Later, he was alone.

Once ambitious.

Later, it was depressed.

The power of the past has created brilliance.

Later, it was defeated on the battlefield.

It's all in the past.

And then there is still hope!

lyc1974yh original, pray for the gentleman's appreciation.

With a wave, the last two sentences suddenly take a turn, and people always have to give themselves a little hope, don't they? Encourage you. If there is anything inappropriate, please Haihan.

Once. Don't imagine what came later.

Until. I met you casually.

Start looking forward to it. What a happy future we will have.

Afterward. You've got her by your side.

I finally understood.

Yours will be happy later.

Just your later.

But not my later.

And me. Maybe not later.

I wrote a modern poem as follows:1, "Birds".

The bird has beautiful wings that allow it to fly high in the blue sky.

We have beautiful books that allow us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Birds are good friends of spring, and we are the flowers of the motherland.

The tall trees are the home of the birds, and the vast Chinese style contains our home.

2, "Cat" narrows his eyes into a line and gently tiptoes, and the tiles on the roof are his keys.

Step by step, wandering on the edge of love, if you want to appear, you will appear, you will not see if you can't see it.

If you want to sleep, you can sleep for a day, ignore anyone, don't call back, don't go online, and won't argue with anyone.

Falling in love with him is dangerous and dangerous, not loving him, thinking about him, he is always looming.

Sometimes silent and cold, sometimes gentle and shy, no one will be the master of his love.

3, "Poetry is Close".

There is poetry in your heart, and poetry will be very close to you.

You don't have poetry, you don't have anything from afar, as long as you use your heart, you will survive.

4, "Poems in the Heart".

If there is poetry in the heart, there will be poetry, and if there is no poetry in the heart, there will be no poetry.

Regardless of whether the poem is good or bad, boast of good passages.

5, "Everything in the World".

Inspired poems come from all things in the world, just look at the inspiration of all things in the world.

There is no inspiration in the heart, and there will be no poetry, and there will be no inspiration for all things.

"Smoke and Rain" in April, Jiangnan bid farewell to the cold wind and ushered in the warm current of the Pacific Ocean.

The sun struggled through the clouds and turned into a drizzle of silk.

The air seemed to have a spirituality, and its body writhed.

Pedestrians come and go on the streets, and boats loom in the lake.

Reminiscences! The smoke and rain are misty, and the world is groundbreaking!

I just want to sit quietly alone.

A corner of the office.

Let the light autumn wind wash away the pain of the past.

You are not my spring.

Nor is it my fall.

It's the torture of winter and summer.

Smiles. Touching my soul.

I don't want to leave Hui today after the defeat.

Buried love.

I can still believe in the grass in my dreams.

Gradually, it pulled out its tender teeth.

It turned out that I was not a young person.

The childish is the past, the present and even the past you.

The autumn breeze is really cool and smooth.

Took away my thoughts.

also took away the sigh that was once an isolated island.

Tired. Let the charm of autumn accompany.

I looked up and saw that there were clouds in the sky, slowly blown by the wind and sleepy, the clouds had no feet and no roots, I looked down at the water, the water flowed eastward, but it could not take away the algae at the bottom of the water, Time is like a shadow in the sunset, stretching the memory of you wantonly My heart is like a cloud with you Far away, Pain but branches remain at the bottom of the deep water.

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