Lengthy in the wind.
Can't hold your hand
There is nothing in your hand.
Ask the stars
Who are your tears for?
The stars are silent.
The more tears.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
Gu Cheng
Let me leave alone
Leave me alone.
bury
The fate of two people
The chased sea cucumber
In order to survive
You have to spit out your intestines.
& lt to the Oak Tree > (Shu Ting)
If I love you-
Never learn to climb flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
……
& lt a flowering tree >; Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
……
Xi Murong seal
Don't let it change.
He refused to say that beautiful oath.
Don't be separated because it is possible.
Dare not ask for confidence.
I am a small town (1982) Gucheng.
My heart,
This is a city,
The smallest city.
There is no messy market,
There are not many residents.
Cold and clear,
Cold and clear,
Only a fallen leaf,
Just a bunch of flowers,
Hide secretly—
Childhood friends.
My dream,
This is a city,
The smallest city.
There are no strict palaces,
There is no sacred tomb,
Quiet,
Quiet,
There is only a mist,
There was only a breeze,
Still silently attached to-
The innocence of childhood.
Ah, I'm a small town,
The smallest city,
Only one person can live,
My dream girl,
My sweetheart,
My love-
Why not come?
Why not come?
Kite ancient city
That's my kite, but I married Lantian.
The thread is broken, but the thoughts are not broken.
The wind stopped and my thoughts didn't stop.
I'm still looking up after spring.
Time has shaped love into a song.
But let the singer wander around.
Kate, where are you?
Wish: Pushkin
I shed tears; Tears comforted me;
I am silent; I'm not complaining,
My heart is full of worries,
There is bitterness and sweetness in worry.
The dream of life! Fly away, I'm not sad,
Disappear in the dark and empty illusion;
I cherish the torture of love,
Even if I die, let me die in love!
North Island on a Rainy Night
When the night is broken in the puddle
Shake off a new page
The elephant rocked its child to sleep.
When the lights string raindrops
Decorate on your shoulders
Shining and falling to the ground.
You said: no.
The tone is so firm.
But a smile reveals the secret inside.
Low dark clouds and wet palms
Rub your hair.
Knead into the flowers and my burning breath
The elongated outline of a street lamp.
Connect every intersection and every dream.
Capture the mystery of our happiness with the net
The bitterness of the past condensed into tears.
Wet your handkerchief.
Forgotten at the dark door
Even tomorrow morning.
The muzzle and the bloody sun
Let me hand over my youth, freedom and pen.
I will never hand over this night.
I will never hand you over.
Let the wall cover my lips.
Let iron bars divide my sky.
As long as the heart is beating, there is a tide of blood.
Your smile will be printed on the red moon.
Wake up at my little window every night.
Awaken memory
Rubber boots
My feet are on you.
Walking in the forest like a fire.
Rain boots, sheep and books are stuffed into my cupboard.
I was stuffed into a photo frame and hung in my hometown.
A house of clay and stone in which wood is used to make a fire.
There is smoke on the wet slats.
I tore up the poem and got wet in the rain.
A damp letter whose handwriting has been altered.
Roll up these gray letters.
I didn't read it again.
Pushkin threw them into the fireplace with slippers.
I put these warm ashes
Stuff these letters into a pair of light rain shoes.
Let them sleep for a thousand years
Dream of floods and rainstorms
Formula 1: I'll wait for you in the water.
Knee-deep
Underwater abdomen
Inch by inch to the throat.
Two eyes floating on the river.
Still bright
Looking at a bluestone path.
Listen to petticoat caressing thistle with both ears.
every day
Month after month
Thousands of times in my swollen body.
The moss on the stone pillar is lifelike.
The arms are covered with oysters.
Hair, like a nest of water snakes hovering in the rapids.
Hold the pier tightly.
I'll wait for you at Qian Xun.
I will wait for you in the water.
Huolai
I'll wait for you in the ashes
Second: I'll wait for you under the bridge.
The wind is crazy, and the rain is as urgent as the sound of shoes crossing the bridge.
Is it your hasty appointment?
Take that.
You and I * * * are holding a small umbrella in the drizzly dusk.
A pocket full.
Clouds and small copper coins.
Jingle oath
I'll wait for you under the bridge.
Waiting for you to run in the rain
The river has risen.
Rushing to the feet and waist, you will be immersed in the mouth of exclamation.
The vortex gradually expanded to the dead man's face.
I began to have a fear of the current.
Cold, lonely, empty
Like a fish after spawning.
I'm sure you won't come
The so-called wish to be a lovebird in heaven
I sadly plucked a white feather.
Then land and leave.
I am heartless
Only blame the water for coming faster than you. A bunch of roses was swept away by the waves.
It will fall into your hands one day.
Singer Pushkin
Have you ever heard songs in the forest in the dead of night?
A singer is telling love and sadness?
In the morning, Amano is very quiet.
The sound of the reed flute is simple and melancholy.
Have you ever heard of it?
Have you seen him? In that dark forest,
A singer is telling love and sadness?
You've seen his tears, his smile,
He is full of melancholy and his eyes are dim.
Have you ever found out?
Have you ever lamented that when you heard the song Slow,
A singer is telling love and sadness?
When you met that young man in the forest,
His eyes put out the flame of youth,
Have you ever sighed?
You and your Pushkin
She accidentally let it slip,
Fuzzy you are called affectionate and casual you,
So in my beloved heart,
Aroused all kinds of sweet feelings.
I stood in front of her thoughtfully,
Staring at him intently;
I said to him, "You are so cute!"
I said to myself, "How much I love you!"
I love you, Pushkin
I love you.
Maybe-
The flame of love has not been completely extinguished in my heart.
However, let this love not bother you.
I don't want anything to upset you.
I love you silently and hopelessly.
Sometimes I think of you because I am shy.
My heart is full of happy memories.
But don't let this memory make you want to stay.
I don't want anything to arouse your thoughts.
I love you deeply and silently.
Always hurt by jealousy-
See you singing and laughing with others.
My heart seems to be crying.
But let this laughter be with you forever.
I don't want you to have no fun.
I know it very well.
You left me long ago.
But I still can't forget you.
May your wings become hard and powerful.
Always take you doggedly to find it.
I love you.
Love is so warm and single-minded
Ah, I hope someone really loves you.
Like me.
Let you forget my memory forever.
You and your Pushkin
She inadvertently used the affectionate "you"/instead of the daily polite "you"/so all kinds of sweet feelings/aroused from my loving heart. I stood in front of her, lost in thought/unable to take my eyes off her/I said to her, "You are so cute"/I thought: How much I love you!
What does my name mean to you? Pushkin
What does my name mean to you? /It will fade away, just like the beating of the distant shore/the sound of melancholy waves/just like the midnight sound in the depths of the forest.
It will leave a lifeless impression on a page of your yearbook/as if it were a cursive script written on a tombstone in a language that no one can understand.
What's the point? It has long been forgotten/in your new excitement/it won't bring pure and gentle memories to your heart/mind.
But when you are sad and lonely/please read my name affectionately/say: someone still remembers me/I still live in the heart of that person in the world.
Ross Pushkin
Where are our roses,
My friend?
This morning glow child,
This rose has withered.
Don't say:
Youth is so wasted!
Don't say:
Such a happy life!
Tell my rose,
How sorry I am to her,
Please also tell me by the way,
Where are the blooming lilies?