Daily good poems ｜ A leisurely singing, like returning to childhood again

Daily good poem

Night murmur

Birds under the eaves

Moonlight's fingers gently stroke the strings

I listen to the sound on the leaf veins

Flowing a quiet movement

A leisurely singing

It seems that I returned to my childhood again

Flowers open the tree quietly

The past was quietly raining

Tear

I move the pace

Pour out the so -called sadness far away

Stand up for the open -mindedness of the moon tonight

I want to be warm with the warm chest

Edge of dream

Have such a real feeling

What are you afraid of

When I turn around

Qin Xian fiddled inadvertently

Memory that can't be wiped

Birds under the eaves

At this time, we started talking

A flower falls from the top of the head

I bend over and pick up

A girl's face is hiding behind the big elm tree

There must be a bird's nest on the big elm tree

Grammar's gray

I am busy in the sun all day

Line -line Ant Family

Carrying food

I can't hear the sound of footsteps

A meandering rail passing through

The heart of Xiaoshan Village

Those green trees on the mountain

Stretching the neck overlook the distance

Speaking of many people, but forgetting the name

Those people have already taken their own name

Sleep permanently in the mountains

We sighed without feeling

The wind blows in the ear

Light and soft

The grass in August is deep

Birds under the eaves

The sky in August finally rained

I can finally cry for you seriously

I have been aggrieved these days

August's steps

Every time I take a step, I am shocked

I am afraid to fall into the trap of the mess of artemisia grass

I want to grab the eyes of the wind

That's what you can

Tibetan deep distress and regret take away

Tonight, I don't want to drink

I want to write a sober poem for you

And hang the word cards of ink dye in the middle

Can you still see it?

The spring breeze always treats each other, and the first time it comes.

But seeing Dong Water, why not let go!

The spring of your life

Eventually transformed into August Sky Strue Sales

The grass in August is still deep

Block the moon's face deeply

I heard my friend suddenly died, painful! Read it by text! Intersection

On August 25, the rain continued

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes.

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