the soul and poetry

When your figure was captured by me for the first time,
My soul seems to be free,
I feel that you are a charming landscape,
I'm starting to yearn for...
Because of you, the lake in my heart is turbulent;
Because of you, my heart is in a storm;
Because of you, my sleep is sweeter.
At night, the moon takes my sleep;
In the morning the sun wakes me up before sunrise;
All because you broke into my heart,
There has been some emotion since then.
I have you in my blood,
Heart beating for you ever since.
On boring and lonely days,
thoughtlessly,
When I think of it, I turn to the heartbeat record in the heart page.
Poetry is like the sky,
I am a little bird,
You are the Dapeng spreading its wings,
It is also the dawn rainbow,
And the moon and the sun,
and countless stars,
They are all in this big sky.
Although I fly slowly at low altitude,
Happy to have a sense of self!
Poetry is like the sea,
I am a small boat,
You are sailing through the waves,
It is also a 10,000-ton ship.
And super luxury cruise ships,
And the invincible aircraft carrier,
They are all in this great ocean.
Although I am cruising by the sea,
Happy to have a sense of self!
I read poetry, I write poetry,
Taste slowly, write slowly,
I am intoxicated,
I want my heart to fly away with poetry,
So I am happy with poetry!
You love to read my poems,
Because I wrote your shadow into the poem.
You love to read my poems
Because I put your heart in the verse.
You love to read my poems,
Because I wrote your love into the psalm.
you love my poetry,
Because I wrote your laughter into poetry.
I love to write poems for you to read,
Because I express it with poetry.
I love to write poems for you to read,
Because I express it in verse.
I love to write poems for you to read,
Because I express it in Psalms.
I love to write poems for you to read,
Because I express it poetically.
May you read my poems,
Occasionally I can find my heart beating for you.
May you read my poems,
Sometimes you can find me shaking for you.
May the poems I write for you,
Always lying in your bright eyes.
May the poems I write for you,
Always feel your breath like Lanxin.
Cultivation ignites the battle song for yourself,
Diligently write poetry.
praise you,
Faith and passion for poetry.
I understand you,
also understand myself,
Poetry in my heart is not lonely.
occasional inspiration,
That was the happiest moment.
in a short style,
Piecing together the refined text,
Revealing the deepest soul,
express new ideas,
Read the mood in your chest.
Like an aura circling,
Up to the sky.
There are free and easy, there are twists and turns, there are tactful,
Inspiration turns into poetry,
Poetry carries soul wandering.
poetic emotions
Your shadow is so pure,
has been deeply engraved in the memory,
Wandering around with memories,
Walking in a time full of regrets,
I have been calling silently,
It's a bit dazzling indeed,
Silent and lonely in the middle of the night,
With a gentle personality, you are in the dream again,
Bright eyes and red lips,
The feeling of being haunted is very happy.
Poetic and elegant,
You seem to be just passing by,
has gone far away,
With some past melancholy,
to your own harbour,
I have been wishing you happiness,
indeed your followers,
Half a lifetime long journey of nostalgia,
Personal fatigue is long forgotten,
Inspiration enriches my barren heart,
Soulless and poetic walk hand in hand.
Poetry, you have taken half my soul;
Poetry, you have taken half of my soul!
Poetry, I don't write anymore!
Because you have been in the Psalms,
Every paragraph, every sentence, every word,
even every word,
as if they were depicting you,
I don't understand why your figure is so implicated and lingering.
The tip of the pen is always releasing your yesterday,
Can't stop shaking fingers,
The writing is like the tears I narrate,
Gurgling... Really just for you!
The thinking becomes more and more narrow and single,
Only the thoughts will be revealed like water,
to express the unforgettable stories,
It's like pouring out hardships and misses on a blank sheet of paper,
Like the pen that tugs at the chords of my already sad heart,
I've been meditating a bit,
I have some repentance,
I'm a little tired,
I have some pain,
I'm already a little desperate.
All is a feeling of loss,
I don't want to think about writing poems anymore,
Let the heart that cannot be silent stop,
absorb fresh air from outside,
Release that link mind.
all of a sudden,
Picking up the light pen again,
Don't!
If there are tears, there is ink, and I will write again!