( 1)?

I used to look at you. The mango in the south was decorated with summer rain, and my hair was cold and wet. I leaned against the window and smiled without saying anything. You can see that I am in the early stage of flower season, and my hair caresses my shoulder. I only want autumn water to return to a wave. ?

It is night, there is no moon in the fluorescent lamp, the machine is ringing, and my heart is very lost.

A machine, silkworms weave red clothes. Fluorescent lights don't laugh or say anything. Tears and candles are still there, tender and soft-hearted, weaving love songs. ?

It's a pity to wait for the peach blossoms to fall into the idle pool. That year, I silently went to the north of Guanshanling, and the swing was full of tears. The height of the building is far from Zhangtai, but I am standing at the edge of Wang's stone, exhausted plum blossoms and willows, and broken silk is not a cloth.

Two machines, day and night, don't care about each other. Tea and coarse rice, light sleeves. Haitang is still there, and Mo Wen still has wine, but yellow flowers. ?

For three years, the geese never return to the stone, knowing that you know you, you have me in your heart, and you are homesick. If there is love, send a message to convey the meaning, Nanhai stone edge, size elements should be the title of Queqiao sentence. That's all. Acacia is difficult, red beans are difficult to pick, and there is no intention to melt the rain. Like a curtain wall on a cloudy night.

Three computers, Zhu family didn't sleep. Mulberry leaves are still worth learning. Spring flowers and autumn rain are connected, and the full moon is round. ? (The above is the girl's self-report)

(2)?

My heart pities you, the willow leans against the railing, and sighs alone in the rainy season. Who knows you is an inch of grass, and who teaches infatuation in the world? In front of my eyes, buried in my heart, why don't you call me firefly tears The sun is shining! The sun is shining! I love you enough to knit a pair of lovesickness, so I can recall that my youth once sent a willow to knit a red suit for him in the wind.

Four machines, red woven into tears. Dongfeng does not mistake the silk system. Moonlight streamers, flowers bloom in the middle of the night, I can't bear to look for meaning. ?

Five machines, remember the strangers in those days, and wait for this situation to stand in the cold autumn. A bun is easy to entangle, but a lover is hard to stay. How long does it rain? ?

Sixth machine, advise women not to think ungrateful, even if they encounter tears, they are flushed, sad, pretend to be happy, and ask questions. ? (The above is the self-report of teenage mother)

(3)?

North of Guanshanling, Hongyan can't come back. How do you know me? Wan Li has a thousand words to say. The moonlit window lingers alone, and it's hard to say when people are away. When I don't see you, I caress my shoulders and can't sleep. I weave two birds to stay by the pool. ?

Being in a foreign land is hard to miss. Who knows, if a moon comes back to the river, how can you see me? The clouds are low and the stars are still. Heartbroken people, feel sorry for themselves, don't think about me, young head, black braids, looking forward to Qianshan, it is difficult to separate people. ?

Now that I know you, I want to weave a love with red, but I can't help it. Let's break this line. If you know each other in the next life, don't miss each other in this world. Since ancient times, I have been unfaithful, but I can't help it. Difficult, difficult, difficult to write a heart song, plum blossom fragrance disappears in spring, I don't want to go back:

Qixi seven machines, northland red beans. I know that knitting can't go away. I fly in two places. It's hard to get together in this life, and my eyes are bathed in red. (The above is the self-report of the teenager)

Eye (Author: Guan)

Beisha under the ruins of the city wall

At dusk, wild begonia is on the black tile.

A flickering red candle

Mother didn't leave a cigarette.

Stove and grass hunger

Like a spider's clothes falling off

A field ridge like spider silk

Small marks the harvest.

Repeated promises

Block the trunk of the river

Bend over with your back to the sea

Invisible

One is the sun.

One is the moon.

Give me fourteen lines (imitation of Wang Tianyuan)

Author: Guan?

Give it to me. Sonnets are far from enough, but what do you want to say to you?

Can't say a word, just like in the autumn wind tonight?

The green is scattered, the glass is speechless, and it is cold to ash.

So, I understand that my love for you can't make you understand.

What I want to say to you will never disappear. So?

I need to write down fourteen lines to express and explain. Write three lines first.

Use metaphors to describe my hesitant spoken English. Write three more lines.

Express my feelings for you directly. The next three lines, right?

Clarify my still vague thoughts and words and read between the lines?

Show one's mind I spent 14 lines thinking and understanding?

Write two lines before the last thirteen lines: love and words?

Like the sea of confusion I face. Here you are.

What I still can't express is that love has no rhythm,

There is no stratification. Sonnets, my only choice for incoherent speech.

To F (Lynn Kong)

How can we know without coordinates?

Your direction, my sail

How can I find a map of the world?

Six winds, a harbor full of roses

The sea without Sirius is like a Finch sailor.

Without Carthage, with God and body,

The sword that escaped from Rome

Pray again for those who don't laugh.

Like the hope of rest.

Pray again for those who don't laugh.

As strong as death.

Author: Kong

Call your echo to the mountains,

Please leave your footprints on the earth.

My passivity is still not as good as yours.

Back, a piece of residual light,

Snuggle up against the crumbling mountains.

Your heart is a cloud,

My fat face can't hold it,

Your thin bag.

Put on the warm moon yarn,

Dry your tears,

At night, I stepped off my long-lost shoulder.