How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
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Common jasmine orange
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
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Amber road
I seem to have promised you
want to be with you
Walk up that beautiful mountain road
You said the hillside was full of new tea.
There are also good acacia trees.
I seem to have promised you
On a distant spring afternoon
Tonight under the lamp
Comb my first white hair
I suddenly remembered something I couldn't remember.
Keep your promise.
Unexplained sadness
On that mountain road
Are you a teenager?
Still waiting for me?
Still looking around eagerly
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confiscate
Please sing a song for me.
In that forgotten ancient language
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.
Great rivers and mountains in my heart
That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.
Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?
If you don't want to hear it,
That's because ... ...
There is no desire for you in the song.
We always have to sing and sing.
Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away
It's like sand whistling through the desert.
Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.
Heroes ride strong.
Go home with honor.
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select
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
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First met
Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are the same.
Both, but not desirable.
It often appears at the most unexpected moment.
I like that dream.
In the dream, everything can start all over again.
Everything can be explained slowly.
I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.
The ecstasy and gratitude when you can come back.
My heart is full of happiness.
Just because you're right in front of me
Smile at me like you did then.
I really like that dream.
Know that you have traveled thousands of miles for me.
But I think the grass is delicious and the color is bright.
It seems that you and I just met.
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Revelation in the rain
If it rains after rain
If there is still sorrow after sorrow.
Please let me face this separation calmly.
Leave and keep looking with a smile
A you who will never appear again.
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thought of love
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
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Xinyang
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
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If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world.
So my love, what was our past life like?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
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why
I can lock the pen. Why?
But can't lock love and sadness.
Why in a long life?
Joy is always love at first sight.
The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time.
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look into the future
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
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say goodbye to
Not all dreams can come true in time.
Not everything is told to you in time.
Guilt and regret
Always plant it deeply in your heart after parting.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
Eventually it will be empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've been doing this all the time
Miss yesterday's flowers.
Missed the gift again
We are going to repeat the same parting today.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life.
Walk a thousand miles.
In the twilight
Bow deeply to you
Please take care of me.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
It will be empty in the end.
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Pick up a letter from a friend
Failed
Is it just a day in late spring?
Forgotten
Just you and my face?
Rush to the eyes
It's a dusty day and night.
Dusty Chinese New Year and autumn grass
The arched eyebrows slowly receded.
This is a silent song.
A poem without words
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fierce/wild/violent wind
Just bow your head and say goodbye.
Is there anything in the world that can really go back?
What about the river?
Just like the grassland meeting in autumn.
Withered and withered together
Let's meet, too
Meet and forget each other
It's just that the wind never stops.
Always in a hurry in the forest.
On the side of the mountain, on a strange street corner.
Sweep my mottled heart
Cleaning, those left behind
Memory is like autumn leaves.
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Sad song
I will never see you again in my life.
Just to see you again
It's not you anymore
You in my heart will never appear again.
What reappears is just some vicissitudes of life.
The sun, the moon and the fleeting time
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ferry
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
Clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Chinese new year has stopped since then.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
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Youth without complaining
At a young age
If you love someone,
Please be gentle with her.
No matter how long you have been in love.
If you can always be gentle with each other, then
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
I also want to say goodbye.
And be grateful.
Thank her for giving you a souvenir.
You won't know until you grow up.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
Like a quiet late moon on the mountain.
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homesickness
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
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love you
What is rippling in my heart is a cloud.
Go on and say whether you love me or not.
You can choose those difficult words.
Arrange them over and over again.
Go ahead, my friend.
I will understand how you feel.
It's good to change, happy or indifferent.
You can try complex masks.
Take some detours
Do it, my friend.
I will understand how you feel.
Although the world has changed
Although the ideas in Friends are unpredictable.
I only know friends.
You are my first and last love.
In the distant starry sky, I am yours.
I am yours.
Forever vagrants spend their wandering lives.
Quietly guarding
Your tenderness and your happiness
But friends
Drifting in the corridor of stars
I miss you, but I can't pass it on.
Wanderer's mood
Do you understand, my friend?
Love you forever
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Walk with you
I've always wanted to walk up that beautiful mountain road with you.
There are gentle winds, white clouds and you around me.
Listen to my happy and grateful heart
My request is actually very small, as long as there is such a summer.
Just walk through that once.
The day and night that greeted me were unexpected arrangements.
There are so many trivial mistakes that separate us slowly and slowly.
Tonight made me finally understand
All the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't go any way in the world.
Walk with you
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dusk
On a young night
I heard a song.
A touch of pity and lingering
Like a mountain wind blowing through lilies.
When you crave again
But it is silent.
No trace, no trace, no place.
Leave moonlight to soak people's skin
One night twenty years later.
What is the similarity of that night?
Unexpectedly, the melody came lightly.
The mountain drum should hit my heart.
Looking back on the road.
The green of the gray horizon
This is a hard life.
In the twilight
Turned into sweet tears
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Lotus's heart
I am a blooming summer lotus.
How hopeful
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not here to erode.
The autumn rain did not fall.
The green season has left me again.
I have no worries or fears.
Now is the time.
My most beautiful moment
The heavy door was locked.
After a fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance.
Either come too early, or
too late
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Please don't cry.
I don't have a poem.
There are no more flying flowers and drizzle in the world.
Dusty four seasons.
Please don't cry.
All kinds of helplessness
The embers of love have gone out.
Return to the world
I suddenly realized that 1000 and 100 are all.
A known path, a known trajectory.
Follow the crowd.
Smile and it's over.
My fragile heart
Please try to forget, please, please, please.
Don't cry.
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Portrait of a tree
When the smile in the wind is no longer fragrant
The gentle words were silenced.
When the pupils of the stars become colder and darker.
And the trails in Qianshan are extinct.
I'm just a lonely tree
Resist the arrival of autumn
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Zen (-)
When you leave silently
What has been said or not has been forgotten.
I also write tears on the pages.
Just like those jasmine flowers when we were young.
Maybe one evening after many years.
Fall from the occasionally opened title page
No smell, no sound.
Maybe it fell out of the window.
drizzle
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Zen (2)
When it's all over.
I know
I will forget you.
The burden on the heart is lightened.
Please forgive me.
Life should be constantly injured and restored.
The world is still a place.
Gently waiting for my mature orchard.
The sky is so blue.
The trees are so green.
Life can be so quiet and beautiful.
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When the fog rises,
I was in your arms when the fog started.
The forest is full of moist fragrance.
Full of youthful times that are constantly being reproduced.
After the fog cleared.
But it's been a lifetime.
The mountain is empty and the lake is still.
It's just that among thousands of people.
I will never get my back wrong.
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history museum
-can a person's life be like a museum?
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At first, there was only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning, the clouds dispersed.
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
And burn love and faith in it
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
All the stories at that time
It all started with a fragrant river.
Thousands of hibiscus flowers crossed the river.
Poetry is simple, and the heart is simple.
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Seasonal variation of the rapid flight of geese and birds
I slowly looked south along the river.
There are woodcarving Guanyin round hands.
There is also a beautifully carved one.
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
The shattered flying sky gradually appeared.
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Repeated descriptions from generation to generation
three
But what went wrong?
Why in the thousand generations of reincarnation
I always miss the moment of hope.
I did it for you before the sandstorm came.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
Why after the sandstorm?
There are always some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home on a moonlit night.
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa to urge you to get on the horse.
At that time, the world used to be rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth, only
Wan Li withered red willow and poplar yellow sand
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As if walking back and forth
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of unsolvable tenderness.
Endless spring days embroidered with colored silk thread
The farther away, the thicker the clouds are.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cupboard, and I am already inside the cupboard.
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
You seem to hear some voices in the mistake.
Of course, you can't believe it.
All the silk, all the silk.
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
It is all my love for you.
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
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In the twilight, you turn and drift away.
The corridor is silent, and the gods are silent.
I finally turned stone into stone, just like in my last life.
There are ten million hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian outside the gallery.
Gently open in the water
Light purple soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
As time goes on, it will gradually disappear.