If I love you?
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you?
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
Dude, I'm here.
The night is as cool as the tide.
Overflow the next curved stone steps.
Invade your brain
You sit on the threshold.
The dark hut opened its mouth.
Squat behind you.
Sophora japonica shook off its fallen leaves like a bird.
On the moonlit waves
Small gold coins will float.
You belong to the sun.
It belongs to the eyes of grasslands, banks and black gems.
You belong to a snowstorm.
Belongs to the road, torch and support hand.
You are a soldier.
Your life is powerful.
Like a bell, shadows fall from people's hearts.
The wind is walking away with strange feet.
They don't want to believe it.
You are still sad.
But, brother
I am here.
I come from missing.
Bookstore, bench, apple core
Warm and shining in your memory.
Leave a smile and a lamp.
Leave a brisk rhythm
leave
Along the square of the manuscript paper
As long as it's windy at night
The wind changes the direction of thought.
As long as your horn suddenly becomes silent
Demand harmony
I’ll be right back.
Whisper beside your shoulder
Dude, I'm here.
Sinian Period
A color wall chart without lines.
A pure but unsolvable algebra
A dulcimer, plucking the rain beads on the eaves.
A pair of oars that can't reach the other shore
Bud usually waits in silence.
Sunset is usually far away.
Maybe there is an ocean hidden.
But all I shed was two tears.
Ah, in the vision of the heart
in one's soul of souls
"I love you"
Who has tears in their eyes and letters in their hands?
I wrote these three words on the beach.
Who has gentle hope?
Embedding shells in colored inscriptions.
It must be a girl in the end.
Put down a bunch of daisies with a red handkerchief.
So, people who walk through here
Are infected with nameless acacia
Moon Shots
A clean dream like yours.
transitory
You are desperate to invest.
An untouchable abyss of life.
Even if the moon is willing to accept your betrayal.
And loneliness to accompany you for thousands of years.
Why are towering mountains?
I can't carry heavy chains on your shoulders.
Did you get blown away?
A beautiful faint voice
In thousands of performances,
live forever
brig
The fog wetted my wings.
But the wind won't make me hesitate any more.
Coast, dear coast
I just said goodbye to you yesterday.
You came again today.
Tomorrow we will be at
Meet at another latitude
This is a storm, a lamp.
Connect us together.
This is a storm, another lamp.
Let's divide things up again.
Not afraid of the ends of the earth
Is it morning or evening?
You are on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
narcissus
This woman is easy virtue.
Ancient reduplication in folk songs
Exiled the hearts of countless flames
Let them drift by themselves
It is said that women are made of clear water.
That son Hongyi went to be a monk.
Later generations dreamed of the Red Chamber for him.
South China abounds in a kind of flower.
Wholesale and retail to distant windows.
Borrow a bowl of water
Answer to Yu Zhanyin Tuo
The pulse of the poor sweet soul
It is difficult to carve a knife.
People's hearts are dry.
Just water yourself with tears.
Without tears, the world would be desolate and dry.
Women's love
Covering four fifths of the earth.
Luoshen is water.
ChristianRandPhillips is water.
Nowadays, girls deny that their roots have been soaked by legends.
but
A woman who takes water as a mirror is always gentle.
Spread out in waves
Men are getting wet little by little.
Little girl in southern Fujian, many daffodils
call out
What does narcissus eat?
Puyi whole street
forget-me-not
Blue flame
Jumping between lead-colored flowing ice cubes
A small book slipped from my hand.
Haven't landed yet.
I have finished it.
A beautiful elopement
You, so to speak.
Just you?
Meet unexpectedly tomorrow.
Multi-year diary index
Record of expression
Silent signature
Or a flower preserved by memory
birthday gift
From the fence of youth to now.
I remember.
This was hundreds of years ago.
Hundreds of years.
The soul sheds its shell again and again.
How to always be
These three words wake up.
forget-me-not
forget-me-not
Who forgot me?
Who did I forget?
the goddess peak
Wave to you in colorful flower handkerchiefs
Whose hand suddenly retracted?
Cover your eyes tightly.
When people disperse, who
Still standing at the stern
Skirts are flying like turbulent clouds.
Tao Jiang
Speak louder.
Lower your voice.
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sadness.
Generation after generation.
However, the heart
Can it really turn into stone?
To see the sky
Missed countless human moons.
Jiangfeng line
The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum
Is inciting new betrayal.
Instead of being exhibited on a cliff for thousands of years.
Why not cry on your lover's shoulder all night?
Ah, mom.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
When you walk under my window
When you walk under my window
Bless me
Because the light is still on.
The light is on?
In the dark night
Like a drifting fishing fire
You can imagine my cabin.
Like a ship propelled by a strong wind
But I didn't sink.
Because the light is still on.
The light is on?
When the curtains show shadows
This means that I am an old man.
No unrestrained gestures.
My back is more hunched than before.
But it's not my heart that is aging.
Because the light is still on.
The light is on?
It took advantage of such a hot relationship.
Answer greetings from all directions
The light is on?
With great pride
Oppression by giving and giving.
Oh, when did the lamp have a distinct personality?
Ever since you began to understand me
Because the light is still on?
Bless me
When you walk under my window ...
maple leaf
From a hillside to a forest edge
With soft hands
pick up
This leaf-shaped heart
Probably not very deep.
Only traces of frost.
That reminds me.
Some dusk, some tree-lined.
By an embarrassing little mouth.
From my shoulder
The sunset glow that was gently blown away.
Now I'm back in my heart
Extremely heavy
I can deny this maple leaf.
Denying it is like rejecting an intimate relationship.
But since then, whenever it's windy,
I can't help looking back.
Listen to the trembling of independence on your fingers
Give as a gift
I'm sorry, I feel sorry for you.
On the moonlit side
On the rainy road
You arch your shoulders and cover your hands.
protect against cold
Deep down in your heart.
You don't realize
My footsteps by your side
How slow.
If you are a fire
I wish I were charcoal.
I want to comfort you like this.
However, I dare not.
I raise my hand for you.
Because the midnight light shines on your window.
A picture of you bending over the bookshelf.
When you revealed your awakening to me
Said that spring red overflowed again.
Your bank
You didn't ask.
When I walk under your window
What do I think every night?
If you are a tree
I am the soil.
I want to remind you like this.
However, I dare not.
Fairy tale poet
You believe the fairy tale you wrote.
I became a blue flower in a fairy tale.
Your eyes are omitted.
Sick trees and rotten walls
Rusted and collapsed iron fences
With a simple signal
Gather a team of stars, Chinese milk vetch and slug.
To an unpolluted distance
leave
The heart may be small.
The world is very big.
So people believe you.
Believe in Tasong after the rain.
There are thousands of little suns hanging.
Mulberries and fishing rods bent across the river.
The cloud entangled the kite's tail.
Countless shaken memories
Shake off the dust of the years
Accompanied by the sound of pure silver.
Talk to your dreams
The world may be small.
The field of the heart is very big.