Modern Poetry: Draw a touch of Danqing for you.

The past, like the wind, awakened the earth to turn green again and again, just to remember the years.

Understand life with the character of wind, it is warm, cold and cold.

Its taste is interpreted in the fireworks of the world and never stops.

But, after all, there is no way to grasp this. I brushed my hair away and slipped away at my fingertips.

In this feeling. I hope wind energy understands my own concerns.

I want to draw the color of the wind, but I can't catch it.

Only by using blank lines can you outline the direction of the wind and feel its existence.

Isn't life like this? What can you keep day after day?

Only feel the bits and pieces of memory with your heart, and move forward step by step.

Until one day, I realized that I was just a drop of ink in the painting.

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The past is like rain, wetting the memory again and again, only for the love that breeds in my heart.

Understanding life with the character of rain, I feel a little moist, lingering and confused.

Among them, the sigh has been interpreted in the past of the world of mortals and vivid in the stories of the years.

However, there was no trace of that man in those days. The filar silk floats and the drops are cool.

How much do you know about the past in this rain and fog? Self-knowledge in cold and warm, the situation spreads.

I want to paint the color of raindrops, but I can't show that agility and softness.

Wet stains can only be dripped on rice paper with clear water in the pen.

Start with the color separation of ink and wash, and show your charm with freehand brushwork. Rain makes you beautiful.

Women are made of water. Draw your face in black and your clothes in lines.

On your graceful figure, I can see your flower-like smile, igniting a touch of the most beautiful cinnabar red.

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The past is like a song, which composes the most beautiful ballad in my heart. Echo over and over again.

How melodious, unforgettable and throbbing it feels to appreciate life with the melody of songs.

Among them, the transition from inheritance to integration surged in Chen Zhong with five flavors and became an elegy that warmed people's hearts.

However, as time goes by, there is nowhere to find your shadow, and eventually it becomes a silent chapter.

In this lament of timbre, my feelings and intentions are expressed.

If you want to sing a song, you will be the only one in my beautiful picture.

Watching you come from the rich fragrance and dancing for me.

In your unique charm, I fell in love with my life.

Accompanied by gorgeous five colors, five tones turn around and revel in your deep feelings.

For you, draw a touch of Danqing and cherish the most wonderful stroke of my life.

Postscript:

In the memory of time, the music of life shines forever.

In that fleeting change, I always lost a fresh face.

Who laughs like a flower and stays in my heart?

I just want to pick up the brush and find your figure in the painting.