I am anxious to read the modern poem Error .

Beautiful poetry can always touch the amorous heart, and Mr. Zheng Chouyu's poem "Mistake" brings me a unique aesthetic feeling. The poems are light and beautiful, and the language is beautiful with a little sadness. How can this beautiful sorrow not be intoxicating?

"Wrong" gave me the wrong hallucination, at first I was confused by the beautiful words, it turned out that the waiting girl was so unlucky, a laugh and a dream! Love is inherently a beautiful mistake. Some people say that true love is only three or five months long, is it?

I, I don't know. "I" mistakenly loved the girl in Jiangnan, and I am destined to not be able to hold on to each other for a lifetime. On every spring evening, what suffers is the long wait of the girl's loneliness, the unstoppable sorrow ......For this love, maybe it shouldn't have happened, her beginning has already foreshadowed that all that is left is a deep bitter love.

The proud flowers of March, girl, you have never had the heart to admire, and the liveliness of spring has never brought you joyful smiles. This beautiful and sad love is always pitiful to read! Life is like this, and when you really face life, a certain choice is inherently wrong.

In the net of love and hatred, how many people who love each other in life and death are intertwined. After graduation, you can no longer be as naïve as you are in college, you and I have different goals, different objective social conditions, and different ideals in life. At this time, in the face of love, we seem so pale and powerless, we are all passers-by of love, and the former mountain alliance and sea oath have been thrown out of the clouds in a blink of an eye.

My Dada's horse's hooves are a beautiful mistake, and I am not a returner, but a passerby. ”

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I'm thinking how I'm going to forget about you and start a new life.

And how will you wake up crying and find that your dreams have become reality?

Look at your looming face from the other side.

Whose fragrance fades in vain, leaving loneliness and hurting the wine.

Drink after cup is heartbreak.

One second to watch, one second to get drunk is youth.

Jing Heng 蚂: I'm wondering how the world will be silent and smiling at your arrival.

And how will you treat the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River that once disappeared with the wind.

Copy your outline on ink-dyed red rice paper.

I don't know if the messy red faces are as bright as each other after they are buried'Miss.

Your voice and smile have become the mark of the passage of time.

Stay a moment longer.

I'll keep you in the memory of the wind chimes.

If you want.

I'm wondering what it would be like if time didn't grow old, but the old man had already said goodbye.

And whose expectations will be brought along.

Maybe it was a beautiful mistake.

The dust and flowers smiled at the grass.

Remember the March season of the east wind.

Drizzle Your pink smile is washed away by the rain.

Since then, my heart has been messed up.

It's that the years are too capricious.

Forgot to bring you along.

I'm going to lose you.

There has been no news since.

Wrongdoing: Zheng Chouyu I hit Jiangnan du walked through the face like a lotus flower in the season, the east wind does not come, and the east wind does not come.

Catkins do not fly. Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is a little window tightly closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......

It's embarrassing to completely change Bobo's snacks rolling.

"Error".

Zheng Chouyu [Modern].

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face that waits in the season.

Such as the blooming and falling of lotus flowers.

The east wind does not come to the right, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is a little window tightly closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......

Poetry appreciation mistakes: drinking alone under the moon, a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone, no blind date, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow into a three-person month is not or addictive.

The Jiangnan woman waited for a long time in the empty boudoir, but it was not her sweetheart who waited, but me who rode through Jiangnan on horseback, and my arrival brought her joy, but it was a beautiful mistake, because the person she was waiting for had never arrived. The lotus flower and the willow are important images of this poem, and the blossoming and falling of the lotus flower is the woman's face aging with waiting.

I'm not a returnee, I'm just a passerby. Jiangnan is just a station for me, not a place that belongs to me.