Crush (outer one).
Wang Zhixian. Crush on someone.
With the help of the form of mail.
One after another.
Just this letter. Not a single one was sent.
Like wine in a wine cellar.
Bottle after bottle.
Brewed, it has never been opened.
Like a person for all.
With the help of the form of planting roses.
Plant after plant.
Planted as a rose garden.
Bees, butterflies flying around.
Joy in every morning and evening.
Fall in love with someone.
The form of drilling is used.
Shovel after spade.
Dig deeper and deeper into the dark.
The more you believe in the sweet spring water.
It's about to gush out.
Planing, spade after spade.
The more tired, the more inexplicably happy.
Master of emotion
I love it when you look at me.
Such a spirit.
You don't drive. But like an old driver.
You don't ride a horse. But like a master horseman.
You can only write poetry.
Only with the scenery.
Enraptured. Heh, what are you thinking at the moment.
Miss you. "No kidding!
I'll be shy. It will float away like a pink cloud.
It will look like a yellow warbler.
Duck into the woods quickly.
Poets are always romantic and funny.
Romantic to the point that everyone loves it.
Romantic to open her heart.
About the Author:
Wang Zhixian: pen name, Zhixian, female, middle ** member.
He is a member of the Yuelu Poetry Society, a member of the Chinese Poetry Association, a member of the Chinese Literature Society in Paris, a researcher of Chinese and foreign poetry dictionaries, and an academician of the Academy of Chinese and Foreign Writers and Poets.