What is the poem that is suitable for the recitation of Adrina by the water s edge 30

(1) Adili Zhaozina at the water's edge

A gust of wind, Adilina, must be you.

My ailing Adilina, with curly yellow hair and curvy figure. You are here, both as a willow leaf by the water's edge and as a soldering iron at night. You stand gently beside me.

But why is our body so cold? Your father, dressed in a black tuxedo, plays the harp in the house. He was silent, not uttering a word, his face and lacquer.

Just as dark. Oh, Adelina, my princess, angelic Adelina, say to this bright moon, will you break through the world? Say you're not going away tomorrow. Look, tonight, it's just a few of us: the lake, the moon, you and me.

Say it, Adelina. Say you like to sit there, and I drew it. Say you like to go barefoot and chase a flock of white butterflies. Say you like an open position like that, lying only on the bow and on the grass. Say you only love, love to listen to this harmonica.

But Adelina, it's been a long time since I've seen you turn your dress? Where did your pink leather shoes go?

I only often find you staring at the raindrops outside the window, staring at the swallow on the eaves, and the swallow is still flying out and back.

Oh, Adelina, I feel it. I feel your heartbeat beating out of rhythm. You threw a pebble hard into the middle of the lake, but you didn't dare to exhale. Oh, Adelina, you barely ever glanced at me, this tonight.

Now, there is only a crooked moon on the surface of the lake. Shaken in the reflection.

It ended up shattering in front of me.

(2) When will you return

You are like a birch in the snow, no matter what the season, always turn sideways to people.

You have been silent for many years, but you have always been close to me, in fact, you are far away from the other side of the river.

The years of all evils have fattened the river and emaciated the peach blossoms.

I don't want to think about the orange guess to talk about the autumn yellow of a certain year, and when the song ends, the empty cup is drunk.

The ship with abdominal pain set sail far away, leaving wounds on the porthole. Handkerchief, do you want to go with the wind, or do you want to wipe away that line of tears?

Write endless lines of poetry, who always beats along your blood?

Make the mood into an acacia bean. Look, it's about to become you.

But when will you return?

The mountain spring is like a match split into the body, and in the season of catkins, there are corners full of dust.

For example, that miss was buried in a handful of soil last year, as if it had forgotten to sprout.

A Tanabata return date. Countless streams are ready to blast, and they are as urgent as summer. Countless eyes widened, and they cried out, "She's coming back, she's coming back!" ”。

The cold winter is related to the ruts on the ice, and you in the distance may have something to do with the ship. In this not sad topic, I prayed in the firelight, I boiled the water, and I gently planted a bunch of sheared plums in the fence.

When the messenger rode by with his horn, whose figure stretched in the distance?

The heartbeat crept up in a grid, as mysterious as the faint lamp. And in the end, it will be like a girl after a bath, open to the void.

She's coming back, she's coming back." The country is no longer depressed.

From night to dawn, from you to me, I know: it's just the time for the wind to lick a lip.

Suddenly I remembered you.

The woman at the water's edge in my mind.

As if I was the same as that person.

Fell in love with you a long time ago.

Maybe more than he did.

It was still when Hui ruined his ignorant youth.

It's you. Let me taste the sweetness of love for the first time.

That day I heard someone singing about you again.

Same as back then.

The melody surged into the bottom of my heart.

So I met you again in a dream.

Adelina at the water's edge.

Do you remember the boy?

He continues to shed tears for you.

Day and night I write to you.

He told me that I could never find that kind of love again.

Without thinking, you can say it until death.

He also said that there was a space left in the verse.

But I still can't remember how to write the word eternity.

Who changed.

It's that you leave a shadow that is too profound.

Otherwise. How could I miss you as much as the lonely man at the water's edge.

Who changed.

It's that the story is too poignant.

Otherwise. I won't be able to empathize with it to this day.

Woman at the water's edge.

Are you willing to accompany me in my thoughts for the rest of my life?

Let me be in the correspondence that I can't send.

I can also write it until I die.

Adeline in her dreams.

May I call you that?

In the life of the short staring hall.

Please help me remember how to write the word eternity.

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