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Anonymous users2024-02-121) Look through the suffering.
The drizzle splashes dust, the breeze ripples and the water waves, the drunken love words are messy, and the tears are blooming.
In the middle of the night, the birds are all perched, and the sleepless period of thinking is looking up to the sky, why can the moon dance alone, and the night complains of lovesickness, who can look through the pain and suffering.
2) Where to go.
The night is hazy, the lights are red under the moon, crying silently, tears wash faces, who can know the lovesickness, where to go?
3) Poems full of sorrow.
The sleeping manuscript paper is crawling with lovesickness, the stumps of memory, falling ignorance, when I wake up from a dream, my intestines are broken and my love is broken, my intestines are broken and my love is broken, and my life is full of sad poems from then on.
4) Poignant. The stars and moon are scarce in the lonely night, the breeze is gusting, Nian Yi is sleepless and waiting for good news, and people are intoxicated and sad.
5) Anger. The weather is cool and late autumn, the night moon is gray, cut and cut the chaotic branches in the heart, only the secret hatred remains, the wisps of the heart, the coiled heartstrings, Monet dials the stars in the dark, and pulls the heavenly clothes, like anger? Non-angry.
The blood was boiling.
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Anonymous users2024-02-11The season that suddenly disappears.
I'm an understatement from you.
Forgotten in an early poem.
Scattered with a season's snowflakes.
The rain beats the curtain clothes, and the bamboo fence is a shingle.
Dejected. I still hold on to this poem.
Like a lake lying quietly in my heart.
Even if you don't write poetry anymore, you don't read me anymore.
Spring and autumn are no longer important.
I only think about the season when it suddenly disappears.
Let the times change.
Red cherries, green plantains.
Looking back and smiling, it has been a thousand years.
You're on the other side of time, I'm on the other side of time.
Walking the same path.
But he never covered his face again.
At this moment, the lights of thousands of homes are as bright as ever.
There is a story in the dim.
You are the protagonist of this story.
The season that suddenly disappeared in my life.
I'm just an outsider.
This is the work of a poet named Gu Ye, 87 years, but there is a classical romantic poet!
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Anonymous users2024-02-101.Make a mistake - Siqin Gaoli & Gu Feng.
2.My good brother - Little Shenyang Jackie Chan
3.He who gets you can't get your heart-
4.Love has been hurt, tears have flowed - river wind.
5.When I was the saddest - Wang Yuze.
6.When you are sad, you can listen to the love song - Huanzi.
7.I'm not the happiness you want-Yue Ming.
8.Divide love - Yi Xin.
9.Am I really wrong to fall in love with you-Cai Xianhua.
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Anonymous users2024-02-09There are 29 to choose from.
I love this.
17 bricks want to fly works.
Broken Boy
The fine oblique weave of the moonlight in front of the window.
The lightness sows the loneliness of the teenager.
The years that have parted have been years and years.
We cried and cried, desperately chasing after us.
The summer that just passed.
The flowers seem to be immutable.
However, autumn is known as a leaf drifting.
The autumn wind swept the remnants of the clouds.
A stupid teenager.
Crying and parting. But for the reunion, he changed his smile ......
The world changes, and the clouds flow.
The autumn wind kills, and the autumn mood is missing.
When the first autumn wind shakes off the flowers and leaves.
Time has discarded youth.
Cigarettes, permeating the eyes.
Love words, still murmuring in silent dreams.
The only constant.
Only fickle ......
The autumn wind rises, and the bustling drizzle is cleared.
The campus without people has broken the attachment.
When everything is done, people are not things.
The frost and snow set the earth on fire.
Golden sand, slipping down fingertips.
The moment it hit the ground, it disappeared.
Just like that summer that is fading away.
Air-dried sleeves and hollowed out the campus.
The ancient trees were hidden, and the sky was broken.
Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming".
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