What floated in the sky that day was not clouds or thoughts, but a pile of RMB souls.
Excuse me, is there an advertising booth on your tombstone?
No matter how cold the fireworks are, they are not as cold as you, so they move easily.
I have no story, just some impetuous feathers.
6. It's better to wait for someone than the ending of a movie.
7. No matter how beautiful the season is, it can't compare with the ruins of a fortress.
8, I know everything, so you don't need me, self-defeating.
9. A rainy roof is very suitable for the happiness of two people.
10, when we broke up, you didn't make it clear, and you didn't degenerate. I thought it was an apple landing, which was not so thrilling.
1 1, bloom flowers fall, people come and go, the tide rises and falls, and the joys and sorrows leave songs.
12, I want to start a business and change my aesthetic actions by the way.
13, coffee dilutes the pain, but I still miss your happiness.
14, I miss you, there will be the next me.
15, impetuous city, lonely fireworks, fragile promises, repressed words, can you see that I love you?
16, I promise I will love you forever, but I can't guarantee the ending.
17, Lengyu Street, there are always people who think they will know me, but they are all wrong.
18, loneliness of underwater rocks, strung into candied haws, and then sold to the desert.
19, I'm still mixing colors for you.
20. Wait a minute, there may be another dead end for you to choose from.
2 1, those years soon dispersed, and those people have been hovering over my head.
22. lend me a knife. I want to cut my dream in half for you.
23. I am your passer-by, you are my Jianghu, and I can't help myself.
24. If this is not love, what are you sad about? You just want to make some money.
25, the past flies, flying to the sky, it is best not to fall to the ground again.
The story of my left hand can be read by my right hand, but only you can understand the story of my right hand.
27. Look at the stock market and calculate how much "I love you" is worth.
28, leaving a lonely tree, a lonely lake, only people, lonely yourself.
29. I accidentally lost all my loneliness.
30, wine and coffee, drunk after one cup, how many more cups?
3 1, the swan's wings have become my dam, and there are my beloved sails in the blue sea.
32. Some winds have no direction, some things have no pulse, and some people will never get results.
33. It is difficult to get through the Shu Road, and it is difficult to go to the sky. The sky is blue, and the blue is not sleeping with fireworks.
I have been alone all these years, so I met you.
Don't forget to take it with you when you turn around. Your skirt is floating.
36. You'll never touch my Cadillac through the glass window.
37. I sang until dark. When I woke up, I was in the living room of Wuhou tomb, with you and me.
38. At the moment, my heart is so agitated that I don't know why.
39. Hold someone's hand until her tears appear.
40. The sky is gray. Unlike you, what loves me is loneliness. Later, you called it betrayal.
4 1, run away with the money, and then let me be silent for you all my life, or suffer.
42. Love is like a bus. When someone gets on the bus, someone gets off. When someone is sitting, someone is standing.
43. I like to write many songs, and later I learned that it is called sad Mozart.
44. Last summer, a large area of the night was occupied, and some people were burned into patterns like porcelain.
45, no one can forever, your left ear, that dark gray circle.
46, my smile, you know, my pain, I put it back in my schoolbag.
47. Let your name be hidden deep in this red brick. When autumn comes, I think I will come back to see you with deep affection.
48. Stand back to back in a row, I am waiting for you, confession in the depths of the ocean.
49. I love you It's true this time. I can't help it If you come, don't ask me to stay.
1
A few days ago.
you don't have
Take away the colorful clouds
That drop of water on the table
I also
secretly
Close your eyes.
In a daze in a shallow dream
2
time
more and more
Likes to lie
Equal red and sunset glow
What about you?
bend down
Accompanied by pear blossoms
Still floating there
three
All say
Fengyeshang
Residual thought
I leaned back and looked.
Residual temperature
There are others.
All pulses
Much like your love.
four
It says
a poem
Tianchang Shui Yuan
Jingjing de recreation
it's you
not yet
Changed my mind
Hiding in that winter
five
Equal flower
it's over
The whole disappearance
The edge of the city
let me ... ...
lowish
Sing tomorrow
Health fatigue
six
also in
Seaside room
Touch gently
Sand sculpture face
But that's the truth.
Carelessness/carelessness/carelessness
A cold legacy
Blow away forever
eight
which
Drunk poems
Can be used to
This fumigation
speed
variable acceleration
have no use for
I cried my eyes red
nine
one day
pass
That desire
But I got nothing.
accidentally
You're right here
In front of my students
Hazy scenery line
10
all one's life
perfunctory
How many meetings?
But nothing has changed.
Those pairs
Concave and convex eye
Never.
fresh spring
1 1
because
The wind is coming.
Just don't.
Let me keep it
time
stranger
A summer book
But there's more.
More photos, said the fish.
On the reed bank of the leaf stack, you can actually put on a layer of piety in front of the Buddha.
The fish said, I didn't burn it in my last life, but the resentment in this life.
The heart is in this deep season, and there is no mature framework.
But why is there such a depression?
I'm imagining again that this is a small stream path, and I want to follow the original direction.
Go back to my coral eaves and worship faith in the cold current tonight.
But I forgot to say into the microphone, friend! Please polish your eyes,
I will fly in my dream, flying over the pine and cypress ring,
Fly over a prosperous four seasons and the edge of two worlds!
I can't blame those immature hooks for putting our desires,
Little by little teasing, buried layer by layer in the lower body of water.
I am not greedy, because of life, I need to go upstream desperately.
In the hay water, I can't smell the remains of shrimp.
Facing the whirlpool, I had to dive down without hesitation.
However, in my veins, it's all me, and I can't take away the tears of my last meal.
A small river, without many tears, can indulge my fin scales.
The dull water quality is a challenge for us, and it is also a challenge for a luxury charity.
Not everyone has the charming songs that the boat swam through, but they are greedy.
I only nodded and praised in front of the Buddha of desire, full of expectation.
Traveling to another world with the laughter of anglers,
Although my figure is still exquisite, the rain can't stop.
The color of the sky can never be a foil, my imagination and my meeting with bloom.
The dream was abandoned on the other side, only a pool of salty tears,
In order to satisfy my broken desire, waiting for the hot sun to fly high,
But it can no longer swing, the blade of life, the swaying tail posture.
Probably the next wheel will be crushed, and my head will be wet.
On the marble floor, it is immortal, and all this is a dream.
No one will come to pay homage, a mud flow after rain, I wait before the high tide,
Buried in the embrace of the sea with the wind, walk the next path of reincarnation!
Biedong
These are the tears of winter, beating my fragile soul house.
Like a parachute, it heralds the return of the lucky ones.
I stand on the platform built for you in advance, longing for the arrival of the tide.
I can have a paper boat full of replies, but a cloud has released my dream.
When the wind comes, you are ready to sail with your thoughts.
I will discount a box of warm memories into several makeup butterfly clothes.
Gently draped over your snowflake-like shoulders.
You said there were many crumpled poems at the beginning of this road.
That spring quilt, that bunch of early summer
Even, that beautiful autumn is your romantic love.
You must get to the bottom of the legend about the meteor shower group that day.
You have to say that the balcony where the cold air passes has never regretted it.
Wearing my thin coat, I remember I made a phoenix wish in my dream.
It is your petite hand that embeds a warm dream for me.
I am not lazy, but I still let all my feelings flow to the dawn page.
There is a fragrance that always erodes at night and frosts the temples in the window.
I should have known this was the fruit of our love.
That forgotten footprint on the beach is a series of happiness for you.
Like a chorus song, I sang it gently.
And you always like to listen. I hold my guitar in the middle of the night.
Those stories buried in the deepest place are always messed up by me.
Watching the snowflake dance, I have forgotten my last name.
And your back is just my temporary scenery, I never thought about it.
Parting can also be delayed. Being late eclipsed my beauty.
I thought I lost it in winter and I can't get it back.
This is the legend of the wind. So cautious, I made several broken vows.
Even before bleaching, it was banished to the horizon.
You are still waiting for me on the platform, and I will accompany you in Fly with Me.
It's just that the night came so hard that even the stars of passers-by were swallowed up.
I didn't blink. My hands are still full of the thoughts I wrote to you.
Where will you take the film this six months?
Can you return it to me on time as promised?
I am waiting for time to fade, and a bright moon is embedded in your forehead.
Those memories are frozen on your lips, but sweet and warm.
Maybe you shouldn't choose to whistle, it's an extremely old way.
Gently end happiness, and I have been protecting it.
I am the most innocent effort, but I have forgotten your scarf.
I have faded out of the city because the wind has poured thousands of miles.
Wait until tomorrow, can you send another oath to love me?
Buddhism and Zen
Before the Buddha, I waited devoutly.
Thousands of turns, swimming to the Buddha.
The narrow road is full of bamboo forests and green onions.
In the quiet mountain stream and endless breeze.
I struggled to understand past lives in my dreams because of the connection between cause and effect.
But I wonder if I can't sleep all day. I climbed the shadow of Nilotto on the cliff.
The quiet mountain is covered with leaves, but I can't expect my intimate reply.
So I went downstream, with small bridges and flowing water and sparse ancient roads.
I hunched over, carrying a bag of thoughts, bent down and stumbled along the path of my old friend.
In the Maitreya store in the lobby, my knees were flat and I ran aground.
Following the curve of sandalwood, I walked into another world.
There are flowers on the other side, but there are no net lotus leaves.
Rural leisure, leisure folk songs are birds.
I rushed out, and the Buddha said that giving up a person's life is empty and life will end in the pure land of the West.
I listened to the crisp sound of wooden fish, which woke my ears and I began to be indifferent to some trivial matters.
But I can't restrain the colorful leaves, and I struggle repeatedly in my heart.
There is no shore in the bitter sea. I said that the Buddha is the shore, the Buddha is modest, and the shore is only in his heart.
I followed the footsteps of the Buddha up and down, but I couldn't find flowers, red willows or beautiful scenery.
Can only be accompanied by blackbirds and friends with mountains.
After all, Buddha can't promise the gains and losses in this life, so I studied the solemnity of Buddha.
Among those wise men, I can't see the deep shadow of fog, which hangs over here.
Evil is rewarded with evil, and good ends well. Buddha's smiling face has a birthmark.
This is the Zen of compassion and compassion. How many ups and downs have you experienced?
You only paint before you have a sculpture with a clear life.
Buddha will also be shy, and there will be proverbs of rain or shine.
I was looking at the early winter in the sutra depository, and the warm sunshine bathed my shoulders.
In the mountains with no retreat, I thought I had strayed into someone's roof.
Fortunately, the temple bell awakened the quiet mood of my worship.
Walking around the Buddha's thinking, I always feel that I am still too young.
There is no anger in the rocks under this foot, but there are also vicissitudes of time.
And I should wait for time, whose face is old.
I bowed devoutly and opened my eyes in the light.
Suddenly, the Buddha statue turned into a ray of golden light and disappeared in the middle of the magnificent pavilion.
And I came with the Buddha's light, which turned into a clever relic in front of the Buddha.