"The years are quiet, the time is not old, and there are always unexpected wonders in the world. On this most wonderful day, write a poem to commemorate.

A Blossoming Tree

......”

"Looking back five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for the passing of this life. Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time for thousands of years, there is no one step earlier, no one step later, just caught up, then there is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?"

Li Zixuan was in a happy mood, and even changed two scarves.

The fly in the ointment is that I was only going to tease her, but I didn't expect to scare her away, leaving an imperfect impression.

The big boss actually has such a beautiful daughter? I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings I have cultivated?

The big boss Chu Tianxing hasn't been back to the company a few times a year, and he's a low-level person like him, and he's seen it once or twice, and he seems to be a middle-aged mature old handsome guy?

However, in terms of appearance, he is definitely not at the same level as him Li Zixuan, plus his net worth of tens of billions, he can probably shorten the distance a little, right?

"Li Goudan still writes poetry, do you really think you are a talent?"

"What age is it, and is anyone still writing poetry?"

"A flowering tree? What a beautiful modern poem, this is written by Li Zixuan?"

"I don't believe it! It's not at all the same level as his taste!"

"What a beautiful artistic conception! Love, love, heart!"

"Looking back five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for passing by in this life? Suddenly I feel that fate is really a wonderful thing! In the vast sea of people, it is rare to meet, and after two people meet, they can know and love each other, and it takes a great fate!"

"You can meet each other in the sea of people, even if you pass by, glance at each other, or secretly fall in love. I don't know if this was arranged by God, or is it a blessing from a previous life?"

"The ancients have long said that a hundred years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can be spent sleeping together, so cherish what should be cherished!"

"Xuan Xuan, you actually wrote such beautiful love poems, you are so talented!

"Is Li Zixuan's heart rippling?"

"Who is this poem for? Is it Tang Ziyan?"

"Ahh

"Xuanxuan is ours! No one can snatch it away!"

......

Some people suspected that Li Zixuan had found a gunman, and some people were immersed in the beauty of the poem, and not long after, Li Zixuan wrote another poem:

To the Oak Tree

......”

"Come again, Li Zixuan, you are really brilliant today!"

"The gunslinger is so tired!"

"Whether it's true or not, I really don't have to say anything about these two poems, I like both of them. Such an excellent work, no matter who it comes from, just ask for the more the merrier!"

"Good things, everyone still supports them!"

"I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds. Inexplicably poke the central thread, this is the matching and equal love, everyone work together to face the ups and downs together, rather than unilateral efforts and foils!"

"We women have never been your men's foils!

"How do I feel that this song "To the Oak Tree" is a bit of a reverse? It was written from a woman's point of view, right?"

"Who said that it must be the opposition of men and women? Couldn't it be a disparity in status? Couldn't it be a comparison of abilities?"

""A Blossoming Tree" is also a bit bit, but the literary image is very subjective, depending on how you understand it. ”

"I didn't expect Li Zixuan to write poems, and he has such a delicate and sincere side!"

"It's a real hammer, Li Zixuan is a man's body, a woman's heart, I hope someone will love him!"

"The gunman is a woman?"

"Protect the best Xuanxuan in the world!"

......

"You're going to provoke the little princess? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Xia will tear you apart? What did you say to her in the company? ”

Qi Yimo couldn't help but say when he saw that this guy not only teased the boss's daughter in person, but also wrote poems to tease others when he got home.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is always infamous a lot, and some people keep questioning his creative ability.

But she knew better than anyone else that these two beautiful poems were written by himself!

I don't know if this guy is doing something or really moving? In this way, she wrote these moving poems in three or two clicks, and she felt that her heart was going to melt when she read it!

If the little princess sees it, her heart will not throb? What woman can resist such a sweet attack of this guy?

Especially now that there is no way to even write letters, writing poems to chase girls is simply a rare species!

Of course, that was because she didn't know what Li Zixuan had said to Chu Menglu before.

Otherwise, she would open Li Zixuan's skull to see what he was inside.

"I just wrote it to Mr. Xia and them, otherwise why put it on the neck?"

Li Zixuan stretched his waist, so many people in the hall saw it, it would definitely reach Sister Lan and Mr. Xia, right?

I openly hooked up with the daughter of the big boss, can they be indifferent?

"By the way, what's the condition of this little princess?

"How do I know? I've been in the company a little longer than you, and I've only seen her twice. ”

Qi Yimo pursed his lips and said, this guy actually asked her for information!

"But I heard that the big boss divorced a long time ago and is now single, but the company is rumoring about him and Mr. Xia, you also know this. ”

But he still couldn't hold back, and after a pause, Qi Yimo continued.

"How do I know? I'm not as gossip as you women!"

Li Zixuan rolled his eyes.

"you!"

Qi Yimo was completely mad, and his small fist hammered him.

In a room like a princess's castle, spacious and warm, the presence of a pink and silver grand piano shows the owner's taste and attainments.

At this time, the owner of the room, looking at the poem written on Li Zixuan's neck, Chu Menglu blushed and his heart beat, and occasionally secretly glanced at the door, afraid that someone would suddenly walk in.

Thinking of what he said in the morning, "My bed is big and comfortable", my face began to heat up, and I couldn't help but take a sip.

Is this rascal still writing poetry? Are you talking about her?

What else did he say when he met you among thousands of people, and only said softly, "Oh, are you here too?"

It's clear that the mouth is going to die, right?

The man is the biggest liar, the poet is also the biggest liar, and the two together are the biggest liar!

"How did I make you meet me

In my most beautiful moments

for this

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth

The Buddha turned me into a tree

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass

Under the sun

It is full of flowers carefully

The flowers are the hope of my past life

When you approach

Please listen carefully

That trembling leaf

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for

And when you finally walk through in defiance

He who fell to the ground behind you

Friends

That's not petals

That's my withered heart."

......

"If I love you—

By no means like a climbing flower,

Show off by your high branches;

If I love you—

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

Nor is it more than a fountain,

Cool comfort all year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak,

Increase your height and flatter your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rains.

......

We share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolts;

We share the mist, the stream, the haper.

As if forever separated,

But they are dependent on each other for life.

This is the great love,

Steadfastness is here:

Love–

Not only love your majestic body,

Also love the position you hold onto, the ground under your feet. ”

What a beautiful sentence, is it really written by himself?