Butterfly Love Flower Plum
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Hugging the snow and bullying the frost will be cold, the sisters welcome spring, and the red river will be left overnight. The butterfly calls the bee to start the dance class, and the dark fragrance flows to the branches.
Lonely who loves to work, pedantic scholars, three lovesick breaks. Although it is the first flower, Fang Xin only thinks about spring.
Butterfly love flowers, nostalgia
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Coconut minus spring lover minus wine, the body is old, and the heart is in Xianghe Willow. A handful of lovesickness is difficult**, and the eyebrows are not stretched at dusk.
The scenery of the sick building is old, and the township is broken, and the crow is thin at what time. The sea is full of wind and clouds, and often sleepless in the middle of the night.
Butterfly love flowers, nostalgia
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The dream is broken through the red dust and autumn is twilight, singing folk songs, looking for the place where the flowers bloom. I remember that the Xianghe embankment was on the road, and Yingying smiled and was jealous.
The two sideburns are spotted and the pommel horse is mistaken, and the solution is crazy, who expects the cup to be bitter. The moon reflects the cold river and the lights reflect the household, and the new word Xiaoling teaches the parrot.
Butterfly loves flowers, the end of the world is nostalgic
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The most bitter poplar flowers fly white flocculent, dare to ask the eyebrows, whether it is because of Yiju. Ba Shang once came to fold with, and the east wind sprinkled lovesickness.
Drunk in the end of the world and more understanding, a new song, sang to the township. Who would have expected that there would be a lot of rain and rain, and the wanderer's life experience was unfounded.
Butterfly Love Flower West Lake about
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Mo sighs that who has the spring, splendid poems, depicting Yirenxiu. The most is the willow on the embankment of the West Lake, and the wine is poured diligently in the shade.
I went to the lonely mountain again, and I asked the Ming Dynasty, but I could ask about after duskAcacia overnight, the east wind ripens the flowers and thins.
Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.