Feng's poems. Orchid catkin

Much like a poem you said.

Write it in your story

Silence is like your sadness.

The heart is as beautiful as a flower.

Seen, heard, missed.

I have loved, hated and lived quietly all my life.

About gossip, there is no point.

About love, humble as an ant.

It doesn't matter about clutch.

Not as beautiful as flowers.

All winds are poisonous.

Poisoned all love.

Poor lover, naked.

A person, walking in the wilderness

His heart is full of holes.

Forgiveness, repentance, heartbreak

Helplessness, disappointment, pain, despair

The rain broke the last catkin.

Pride distorts all forgiveness.

It's all black.

Scattered, flowers bloom and fall.

The beauty of first meeting is like a leaf.

Spiral into the abyss and never look back.

Decentralized clutch, the normal state of life

There's just a light.

Shine on the soul

Give strength

I want to write a letter to a mountain.

Tell rivers, villages, fields, cows and forests.

Secrets in my heart, pain, sadness, tears

So I found a cave.

Drowning my obsession

Buddha said, get together and leave.

All the reasons will bring all the results.

Persistent people are doomed to be lonely.

As a result, I drowned my obsession.

Don't let it breathe.

Buddha says everything is empty.

Suddenly it was empty, empty to my bone marrow.

Try to stop the rain and choose to escape.

Winter seems far away, and it doesn't give me snowflakes.

Autumn is near, it doesn't give me autumn colors.

You are far away from me, and I don't want to be near you.

Everything is floating in the wind.

Will become a mark.

There is a clear river in the girl's eyes.

She gave me countless promises of blooming flowers.

Give me days and love to look forward to.

She doesn't write poems, she reads mine.

She loves me more than herself.

She is a bunch of flowers.

Light up my night.

The world is in chaos, and I can't help it.

Confusion, despair, sinking, depravity, hatred

Everything is deducing the direction of fate.

At first, I was filled with joy.

Finally, calm as water.

No wind, no frost, no rain, no snow.

Without a cursory inspection.

A flower, a cloud.

Fate is like petals in this river.

Overnight, thousands of waters flowed through Qian Shan.

Maybe in the distance

A distance that may never be reached.

She broke her hair gently.

Love is broken

Yuanjin

Very poetic.

We agreed to be together.

It was just a cold dream in early autumn.

Woke up and found a flower.

A cloud

Four words

It started well, but it ended in separation.

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Office, twelve o'clock.