Seek the classic poems written by vincent fang, and try not to have lyrics (the most classic! )

winding on the clothes rack

simple

distance before the first kiss

spoiled person

extremely delicate love

hopeless thirty-one words

an ambiguous state

Virgo's secret

a koala and a eucalyptus tree

the feeling of being eaten

. Apple milk

childhood sweethearts

poetry room

subconscious violation

The reason why nightclubs in the east

moderately curly sadness

fire hydrants try to create a sense of pictures at night

Poetry has always been spurned

windy style

change of heart

personality

marriage initiation < Fairy tales that are very untrue ... when the vows slowly fall ...

We write down happiness with music ... redraw it with words ... and then listen to it at the right time ...

So all the complications in life ... all the emotional concerns ... can slowly melt away ...

"Goose yellow first love afternoon"

The whole urn of homework is covered. In the afternoon, I exposed those crooked words in the threshing ground

I ironed a crumpled candy paper and secretly remembered the appearance of someone adding salt

The smell of sawdust planed by the pencil sharpener was hooking my finger with the smell of air

It seemed as if I had verbally agreed on something to grow up, but time had been trying to whitewash my teeth

Those air-dried childish and flat bodies couldn't squeeze my heart

Memories were very different. Thinking about the next page of Mandarin exam

Those past events that can be easily turned over on the next page

"Splash-ink Landscape"

The seal-cut city was signed in the rainy season

The muddy landscape outside Qingshi City was a volley of tears

You are the one who left blank in my splash-ink painting

"Youth is like wine". There are seven colors that can span the colorful past.

Egrets are elegantly painted with ink on distant hills.

This fragile rainy season is beating the past with light-paced drums.

The damp in the house is storing memories that are fermenting day by day.

I poured out the yellow past that is related to you.

Those youthful and beautiful fragrance like wine are everywhere.

Torii

outside the window is like a feeling accustomed to sitting posture

a memory that can't fly

the green of tender bamboo next to a stone lantern

looks like light and beautiful tears

a pool of dry past without light and shadow

koi fish in front of the fish scale board outside the house

breathes in colorful Japanese

The yearning for swimming is desperately.

I've set sail on the farthest drifting boat

I wring out the past with moonlight one by one

Memories are like extremely slow and insoluble sugar

Maybe I haven't had time to dry in the ebb tide

Maybe I shouldn't have gone ashore at all in my life

After years of screening, I can still leave it intact on the beach

I must have some special shape

For example, I can prepare it after folding it with a newspaper. The imagination of a ship that is expanding day by day

"Read a poem to you"

The eaves after the rain are really suitable for wind chimes

You see the sound of the wind just sprouting from the window is very light

And I decided to travel in the cat's eyes

So all the mysteries retreated to the scenery

Only things that are hidden skillfully enough can grow into dandelions

Then there is no burden. > I was afraid of waking up the part of me that only dared to like you in my dreams

so I recited a poem to you.

The opening of the poetry collection was very careful and light.

It was very light and careful, just like a cat and a wind chime. I read you a poem.

"Home"

The pure world in the bottom of the photo. You rode a bike and drove it.

You promised. Ruan's sadness is only now known.

I really want to know the whole disappearing age in the photo.

I'm still guessing about the smell of air.

The moss in the corner is always green too fast, and I slowly get up.

I make a cup of hot coffee and drink some stubborn thoughts.

We don't learn to comfort when we cry until the end.

Growing up makes people feel tired but there is no way to retreat.

Ah. After growing up, the gap between dreams and reality is

e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e Funny struggle

Rain is falling on the bamboo fence in my hometown, and the south wind is blowing gently

Say goodbye to the prosperity, unload the luggage and let's go home

The old wall clock on the wall is a certain time and space in the past, and I said you will understand

Life that has disappeared is impossible to start over. I said you are sad

Does the sewing machine in the living room make any noise again? I said you are sad

Going back to your childhood street is uneasy and mixed with heartbeat. I said you smile

The moonlight makes a spike-colored sound, and I wail about the pale environment

The stabbing pain in the frame is not only the coniferous forest

But also my sadness of being deprived of oxygen at high altitude

An arrogant vulture hovers out of my eyes that you raised

I'm trying to carefully describe the thing that you fed with a brush

The vulture continues to fly low and bypass the hills of the nose. How did I finish this work about willingness?

I kept quiet all the way back to this crowded exhibition hall.

No one noticed that I was in the lower right corner of the border picture of the forest.

My screaming love nailed to the wall by you

was a scenery that was laughed at.

"Hanging"

The broken waves were scattered with sticky hair tangled with corpse blood < Growing up, turning off the satellite online, South Asia

Pretending nothing happened. I'm listening to the clay doll

"Destiny"

The smell of smoke is like an iron wire. At dusk

My familiarity with you is slowly ground into a sharp blade

The youth I used to cut open the cross section began to look for the year when I met you

In the outermost ring, I saw you closely

It's your earnest

"compromise"

The aging wilderness has repeatedly missed the rainy season

So I gave up the spotless flying

Never missed the withering of the fallen leaves around me and the oncoming snow

In this world where beauty turns white after all

Zen

The meditation has opened my heart to how to cross the river. Embarrassment

I love thirteen strokes, but I haven't dried out of the window, and the old pine is stabbed everywhere.

The monk pushes the temple gate but turns around the world of mortals. The tea in the room is already cold.

Tears are like misty rain. It's unbearable to say that it's euphemistic to sigh the vernacular.

I'm unhappy that you are happier than before after breaking up.

Is this a Zen that directly points to people's hearts

Simplicity

Your simplicity is a world of its Being

innocent with high purity flowing in the air

The wind in the afternoon is as easy to fall asleep as a pillow

Your simplicity becomes a world of its own

Love becomes a butterfly, and lovers are full of endless consideration for food

Tenderness is full of wilderness and thoughts are tightly surrounded like a forest

In the season of vowing sowing, you will be together for life in a blink of an eye, and you will be strong and fruitful

Your simplicity becomes a world of your own

. I have seen through several people

some memory layers in the frontal lobe

some memory layers in the frontal lobe

The aquatic plants in the oasis are extremely fertile and lush

tarkan's fierce blade

And then I can't remember what is

the lonely city in Mobei that can't be outlined with a pen

The pure white paper is describing the bloody expedition

I carefully explained this article word by word with a pen.

Looking at the cross section of brain cells, there are more questions

This article has finally begun to have some atmosphere of the Western Han Dynasty

After the roots of my hometown were dug up and the crops were burned

I can't remember what the camel bells in Dunhuang sounded like

Monks lost their pious business trips and were sacrificed along the way

The desk lamp in this room began to look for the god of faith

My disordered handwriting was finally broken into the city gate < The armor of blood is aimed at by many arrows.

You tied a rope on the beam and said that reincarnation has to wait.

So what do you call this life, my dear?

After reading under the lamp, Jin Yong consciously became poetic.

Wash and drain the moonlight, scoop up a spoonful of ugly tea.

An orange calligraphy falls between heaven and earth.

This ink color is like Zen. However, killing or not killing

heroes is just a few chapters.

Ordinary people

between poetry and non-poetry, even smoke from kitchen chimneys

childhood friends

A lizard who keeps alert at any time goes in and out of the snake market with disguised skin color

But ants who buy by the pound with a scale are seen at a glance.

The sun is so bright. Elegant molting

I brought a shady hat with me, but I unconsciously added some accent.

After all, I can't get rid of the skin of my hometown. Who said that hiding in a snake's nest with four feet is redundant?

I mistakenly thought that the lizard in the bed was like myself.

I carefully opened the rubble and the lizard disappeared, and the mood

seemed to be like his immature wow many years ago. What a pity

Then put on the snake's coat and go back to the reptile market

And his immature wow is a pity that I was able to walk with my feet.

Rhyme game

Everyone who knows me knows a secret.

The story is usually preceded by a foreshadowing.

Usually, the emotions brewed by my own assumptions are sorted out first.

Then two Chinese characters

Tears or Flower Season < are written in a melodramatic style. Word spacing

In fact, the blank spaces between them are all deliberate

to please the reading order of the eyes

to make the ending look forceful as far as possible

Of course, the middle of the story still needs to create a few sighs or parting

so much elaborate design

just to make the story look

self-righteous. P > these rhyming words

are all piled up just to make the last sentence

the last sentence impeccably love you

till death do us part

you left me at an angle parallel to the horizon

I carefully handed you to me

a dry sadness

carefully planted in me. Dyed loneliness

irrigates lovingly until it flourishes and thickens

blooms and finally bears fruit

A pair of veteran cocoons touch

the outline of me who has loved you for more than 4 years under the tree

The fruit falls down at my side with a smile

and proudly tells the soil that

the so-called love in the world

means me < > I remember that it was drizzling in the sky that day

I was looking for you who had already left here

and I gently remembered that you cried and said that you were going to leave

They laughed and said that these three lines of words were simply dirty words

Grammatically too plain and plain, with no cohesion

Literally lacking in literary attainments

Like the love tone between middle school students < Abandoning

simply looks down on

, but in the country of poetry, it is doomed to be completely excluded

Alas, some things are redundant to explain

They will know that these three lines are the only memory I am going to take to my grave

There is a cat's tenderness in my eyes

She occasionally waved a cat's fist

when she was particularly light. P > At this moment, any smile can ripen at any time and quickly.

So I gave a whole plate of fish to splurge.

The tenderness with a little sting woke up the clue that I love her.

That day, he ordered a past tense.

I always felt that her poems were all words about the port background.

This is just like my salty shadow and some overdue worries.

This metaphor is unexpected. Copy

air-dried vows and write them in the lyrics in a place that is not easy to corrupt

We sing loudly to each other that we will eventually love once

Ring is an adjective here

Ring is an adjective here to describe a kind of Hermon's external behavior

Oath is classified as a proper noun and a specific ceremony in a certain time and space

Romance should not be explained as much as possible, otherwise, it will be embarrassing that this

hero tomb

will eventually mate. The dynasty facing the army was the Tang Dynasty.

The embroidered shoes in this wine shop made Jiangshan so euphemistic.

The slim sunset with Chu waist still hanging outside the eaves of the beam

has sunk into the dyehouse in the Iraqi boudoir.

The waving of the wine flag is wild, but the beauty looks back for a flash.

This is an inn where the knife falls, but a piece of rice paper is left in the fish geese.