I wanted to write her a prose or poem about her that I love very much, Vivi

I'm standing still in the neon-lit streets.

I saw the darkness around me whirling in a nest.

Little by little. I figured out what I should do.

Suddenly it felt like it was.

Unworthy. The breeze carries coolness.

Merry-go-round. Round and round.

Chase your smiling face.

Ferris wheel. Reincarnation.

Never change to have your feelings.

This is. Flying spring.

Can you join me?

Wander through our fairy tales.

A paradise of love.

I'm old and rare you! (Huh).

Hopefully we will become friends in the future The key is in the future!

I really love her, don't let it be like this.

I staggered into the room, humming a little tune, only to see Grandma soaking in juice. Hum! Can you soak it?

I'm so selfish! I habitually glared at her again. At this time, Grandma brought the juice she had just brewed and said:

Hooray, here's the juice you want! I ignored it, knocked over the cup, and heard a "clang", the glass fell to pieces, and the juice spilled on the ground. "You ......"You ......"Grandma is so angry that she can't speak clearly, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't want to make Grandma angry!

My face changed, and I shut my grandmother out of the door with a "snap".

It was cold and dry at noon. I could feel my lips about to crack. That's when I really want to make a cup of hot juice!

But ......Forget it! But chapped lips ......It's better to club, anyway, now Grandma is not here. I ran to the kitchen and boiled the water.

While the water was boiling, I heard the sound of the key opening the door. I didn't dare to think about it, so I casually put the kettle on the corner of the table and hurriedly opened the drawer below. But the kettle didn't fit firmly on the corner of the table, shook it a few times, and fell ......Seeing this, Grandma hurriedly pounced forward, and the boiling water sprinkled on Grandma's arm, scalding a big bubble.

Didn't I tell you not to boil water alone? Grandma endured the pain and said. I saw two tears of indisputability "brushing" down my face.

Isn't there a song: Xiaowei, the lyrics are probably: There is a beautiful little girl, his name is Xiaowei, she has a pair of gentle eyes, and he quietly steals my heart.

You can start like this, and then talk about your own thoughts, don't have too much love or not, after all, people don't accept you, you can't talk about love or not, only love can agree. Hope it helps.

You're Yu Qi- 3 - And this Yaxing poem.

His prose works include: "Qingtang Lotus Rhyme", "Endowed with Eternal Regret", "Ten Years in Germany", "Wanquan Collection", "Tsinghua Garden Diary", "Miscellaneous Memories of the Cowshed", "Essays of Langrun Garden", "Selected Prose of Ji Xianlin", "Tianzhu Heart Shadow", "Appreciation of Tagore's Masterpieces". Words of Life", "Ji Xianlin on Reading and Studying", Ji Xianlin on Teachers and Friends, "Ji Xianlin on Life", "Miscellaneous Notes on the Sickbed", "Reminiscences of the Past", etc

Which writer is she???

It's not very good to pick up **, it's good to send it, you think it's good, drink more, just got home, right, the activity was given home, there was no pressure on the low level, who is the bow of the man or the woman, how much is the bow? How much is the bow bow salary bow for the deposit, something is wrong with the mobile phone is not to say, like to be able to see the ghost who just arrived at the intersection of the home to the north.