Complete works of poetry

First of all, I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Second, there are no people in this world who are not injured. Those who can really heal themselves only need themselves.

Third, the bustling, shallow and confused. The cycle of the world makes people know a lot unconsciously.

Fourth, sadness is not sad, parting from sadness, liking the new and hating the old.

Goodbye, maybe never.

6. People who have no patience will not have wisdom.

No matter how beautiful it is, it can't stand forgetting, and no matter how sad it is, it can't stand time.

Eight, if she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells and thousands of flowers are spoiled.

Nine, the happiest cry is often not because of loss, and the craziest smile is often not because of gain.

Ten, the water flows east, how to steal time.

XI。 How enchanting and charming the campus is in winter, and how full of poetry and painting.

12. On the bank of the agarwood pavilion, there are peony flowers in the spring breeze, a window full of acacia, just like water rouge in dim light, a dreamy Jiangnan, a pair of misty and charming eyes, soft as the spring breeze. If the rain falls, Liu Mei will trace this bend and return to meet you. If you don't know the flower language, who is the flower lingering with? A wisp of acacia is soft and stretched. If you want to return to your heart from a clean stream, your thoughts will be hazy, your eyes will be white, and you will look at Lian Bu Mountain.

Thirteen, the autumn wind can't blow away the leaves, and the fallen leaves can't stay.

Fourteen, light a heart lamp, retreat between square inches, write a watch on the horizon, and the shouts of repeated voices grow wildly along the thread of missing. Unforgettable warmth and memory in this life, dignified cinnabar, dipped in faint ink with deep affection, sketched carefully, and filled the most beautiful love in this life with warm poems of true feelings.

Fifteen, the sun has gone, taking away your figure; The moon has gone, taking away my thoughts; The stars are gone, taking away the romance; The short message is gone, with good wishes, I wish you happiness and health in the distance forever.

Sixteen, colored leaves can only spit out the green branches in the coming year if they avoid the indifference in winter; Only when the silent stream breaks away from the embrace of the gully can it blend into the waves. On the road of life, we should know how to avoid and give up. We don't have to wait for tears to feel dejected, but when we are heartbroken, we have no choice but to turn around. Yesterday is a narrative poem, which can only be recalled; Today is a landscape painting, strive for it; Tomorrow is a fantasy and worth pursuing.

17. Looking back on that year, I am fading away and my heart is hard to settle down. In this life, I hope I will go crazy. If we meet next year, we will give up glitz and never change; I only know that the world of mortals is comparable, and the end of the song is over. For a moment, I was drunk and listened to the string break. The mirror is empty and the moon is half broken.

Don't smoke if you can. Don't drink if you can. This is a sign that you don't care about your body. If it's just because of some people, don't be silly. People who love you will not make you sad. -

Nineteen, near the tall building, the rain is wet, but the figure in the cloud is gone. Sitting for thousands of years, I haven't seen you come.

I have a secret garden filled with memories of those years, me and you.

Twenty-one, a thought into a stick, an inch of acacia inch gray, a thought into music, everywhere prosperous everywhere brocade.

Twenty-two, for us, the spring water in our hearts cannot flow into the empty heat of the desert.

I really hope the path has no end, so I will keep walking hand in hand. Let's spend every Valentine's Day in our later life and wish a happy holiday!

Waiting is not for you to come back, but for an excuse not to leave.

Twenty-five, let people walk into their hearts, unconsciously.

Twenty-six, I sketched the fading back for you, turned around and looked lonely, and the night was a little drunk.

I give you a warm hug when you come, and I will let you go when you leave.

Twenty-eight, if there is no initial acquaintance, there may be more extravagant demands when you leave.