Poetic short message

Give the dignified acacia to the maple leaves, let the autumn colors burn through slowly, and finally make a scarlet flight. Give the memory that will never rust to the white hair and gently comb the years that are no longer chaotic.

The whirlpool gives people the illusion that the world is still turning and I feel that I have gone a long way.

If you don't kneel, the futon won't sail, and the Buddha in Lingtai will cultivate good deeds. An empty door enters and an empty door exits, and human virtues last forever.

Blue sky is paper, autumn wind is pen, blessing is ink, point out sincere stars, trace white clouds, offer the moon and give it to you who are reading the information. May life be picturesque! Always safe, healthy and happy!

Rain, which baptizes the earth, moistens the green fields and kisses my lips lightly. Rain didn't completely break my dream, because I saw the kite in my heart. At this time, no matter how strong the wind is or how cold the rain is, it can't cool my extremely warm heart.

Knowing books will make me wise all my life, finding the right lover will make me happy all my life, making the right friends will make me happy all my life, choosing the right career will make me harvest all my life, and knowing you will make me lucky all my life.

No matter how big the sea is, you can keep it in your heart. No matter how high the sky is, no matter how far the journey is, there will be a return date. The end of falling flowers is harvest, the end of dark night is dawn, and the end of my eyes is blessing.

Although I can only pin my thoughts on the distance now, my heart has not changed direction. There is a lingering sadness in the sweetness of memories, just because you are not around. Every day is always a worrying thing.

Toward the distance, a homesick bud will dance in my huge heart forever, and the pickaxe in my hometown will fall together in the dream.

In spring, give me a petal of green tea and chew it repeatedly. My mouth is wet and my heart is sprouting.

Just as bees suck nectar, I am also in love with you. I hope that one day, I can have the joy of first love under the inspiration of this rose.

I hope my youth is like water, I don't care about rapids and rapids, and I don't care about the expression of rocks. As long as my song is like the spring wind, it can blow the green and barren heart.

Fragile, more precious than flowers, can't stand the wind and rain.

Wake up at night, pour a glass of moonlight, a budding dream, and the shyness of drinking acacia.

Look at the moon in the sky, there will be no love in anyone's heart.

I am the rain that you miss when you cry, and you are the eyes that I pass quietly when I smile, and the secrets revealed in my eyes.

The world is divided into two halves: one is pain and the other is happiness. I have occupied the pain, you should choose happiness.

Grass lives for us, and we only live for ourselves. Grass is one of the backgrounds of our life, and we live more lonely than grass.

The goose-yellow south of the Yangtze River is light and shallow, an ancient cloud and a moss-covered bitterness. ...

Failure and success stand at both ends of the bridge. Morning and sunset take away the day. I sow grain at dusk on the dividing line between love and hate. I divide my life into two stages: forgetting and taking responsibility.

No one can calmly face the strong light of the axe except the tree. The growth of a tree is quiet and far-reaching, and the sunshine cherished in the heart is always the source of strength for the tree.

Yesterday's and today's joys and sorrows have been taken to ten thousand directions tomorrow by passers-by. Quiet and warm, emerging from the earth. ...

The rain of fate is covered with ten fingers, but what can't get wet is the distance.

Radio waves penetrate the end of the world, and travelers thousands of miles away sigh and hit the hidden weakness.

It's good to be a hermit. The stream in the country makes you feel gentle, and the stones on the mountain will always satisfy your patience and hardness.

I know a person's strength and limitations, and it is the kindness of time that we can still confront each other at a distance.

Who are you drunk for? Who can you fly for? How many bosom friends are there? Tao Xin is very tired for me? My heart is broken for you, and I guess it is broken for you in my heart. When my heart stops hurting, your heart should have slept.

There is a kind of music that makes people happy; There is a kind of vibration that makes people feel excited; There is a greeting that makes people wait; There is a good man who is always kind to people. Is that you?

I often think of you inadvertently across the close time and space, just like the breeze blowing off a leaf or two today, so free and natural. When the wind blows to you, remember that it is my greeting to you.

Besides confession, there are many ways to like someone. I want to express my love with the most beautiful words in the world. However, when I am shy and silent to you, do you understand my love?

I look at you silently, just like an anemic star, I can't see your footprints when you come; The mood at the moment is like that coin, half storm and half flower; Think more: trade my life for your beauty.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop and this hatred end? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss it!