Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
You smiled at me and kept silent. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Waiting is the first aging in life.
Just walk over and don't hesitate to pick flowers, because beautiful flowers will bloom all the way.
Our desire lends Changhong's gorgeous colors to a life that is just a mist.
Sometimes life is like a chair on which the soul sits.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
Go after singing this song and forget the night after that.
10 We misread the world and said it deceived us.
1 1 I can't help remembering because I'm afraid of forgetting, and I'm even more afraid of secretly crying because I forgot!
12 I cast my shadow on the road ahead, because I have a lamp that hasn't been lit yet.
2. Tagore's poem You rush forward without a trace, and you wander forever. Where there is your invisible impact, there will be sparkling in the stagnant space.
If you stop for a while in sudden boredom, the world will rumble into a ball and roll into an obstacle that hinders your progress; Then, even the smallest dust will cut through the boundless sky because of unbearable dullness.
My song will be the wings of your dream, and it will take your heart to the other side of the unknown.
Your life is green and your road is long. You drank all the love we brought you in one breath, and then turned away from us and ran away.
The river sang and ran away quickly, breaking through all the dams. But the mountain peak stayed there, fresh in memory and affectionate.
The vast desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
"What language do you speak, sea?"
"This is an eternal question."
"Sky, what's my answer?"
"It's eternal silence."
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing. But human beings have silence in the sea, noise on the ground and music in the air.
If you don't speak, I will endure to fill my heart with your silence. I will wait silently and bow my head patiently, just like the night under the stars.
The morning light will come, the darkness will fade, and your voice will cut through the sky to bet from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will put wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest.
My friend, on this stormy night, are you still out on a sex trip? The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I didn't sleep tonight. I kept the door open and looked at my friend in the dark!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
From the bank of Moho, from the distant sad forest, or through the wrong dark winding path? Did you find me, my friend?
You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Oh, my only friend, my favorite person, my door is open, don't leave like a dream.
Yes, I know it's only your love, my love-the golden light dancing on the leaves, the idle clouds passing in the sky, and the cool wind blowing over my head.
The morning light flooded into my eyes-this is the news you sent to my heart. Your face looks down at my eyes, and my heart touches your feet.
You are the sky and you are the bird's nest.
Ah, beautiful you, your love is in the nest, and your soul is surrounded by color, sound and fragrance.
There, morning came, and he quietly crowned the earth with a golden basket and a beautiful wreath in his right hand.
There, dusk came, through the deserted forest, through the path where horses and chariots disappeared, in her golden urn, with the cool wind of peace, on the quiet western sea.
But there, pure white light dominates the endless sky stretching and soaring for the soul. There is no day or night, invisible and colorless, and there will never be words.
It was he, the most profound, who awakened me with his deep touch.
It was he who put magic symbols on my eyes and happily played all kinds of sad and joyful tunes on my heartstrings.
It was he who wove the veil of fantasy with the magical colors of gold, silver, cyan and green, exposing his toes from the folds. Under his touch, I forgot myself.
With the passage of time, he always touches my heart with all kinds of names, gestures, deep sorrow and bliss.
The gift of love is shyness; It never says its name; It swept through the darkness and shed a burst of joy along the way. Catch it, catch it or lose it forever.
Go ahead. However, the gift of love that can be held in your hand is just a delicate flower or a flashing lamp.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, have a sign. Fly there. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes smaller, like a song. As small as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 is the tears of the earth. Keep her smile young. It is the teachers of the earth who keep their youthful smiles. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass. She shook her head and flew away with a smile. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face hurt my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. We are awake. I know we love each other. Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. The worries in my heart calmed down. It's like dusk arrival in the silent forest. Sorry to rush into peace in my heart, like an event in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, such as lazy thoughts, have ripples of music playing in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of the ripples on my heart. "This is an eternal question." "What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence 13 Listen quietly, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is the expression of its love for you. Listen to the whispers of the world. This is its sign of love for you. It's like the darkness at night-great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog of money. Ng。 15 Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Nodded to me and walked over. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. These thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rust of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow. You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it. My wishes are tools, and they should go through my songs. My master. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me. I can't choose the best. The best choice me.2 1 Those who carry the lamp on their backs, I cast their shadows in front of myself. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic to me. This is life. My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower." We, rusty leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. The relationship between rest and work is like the relationship between eyelids and eyes. Rest belongs to work, just as eyes belong to eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth. Man is a born child. His strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes on it her signature in tears: "I love you." My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love them." "30" Moon, what are you waiting for? ""Salute to the sun, and I will give way to it. "The moon, yes.
Give some classic Tagore poems. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom. The desert without Yin is burning for the love of a blade of grass, but she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
1 1 Some invisible chan3, such as Lazy Micro (Wind Thinking si 1), are playing (Chan3Yuan2) music in my heart. 12 "What's your language, Hai?" "This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
14 The mystery created is like the darkness at night-great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
17 These little thoughts are the sounds of leaves. They whispered happily in my heart. 18 You can't see yourself, you only see your own shadow.
19 god, my wish is so stupid. They shouted among your brothers. Let me hear it.
I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
We, rustling leaves, have a voice to respond to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. "
The relationship between rest and work is like the relationship between eyes. Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
God wants us to answer him with the flowers he gave us, not the sun or the earth. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the mirror. My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love you."
Moon, what are you waiting for? "Salute to the sun where I will give way" The green trees came to my window, like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
God's own morning is new to him. Life gets assets from the world, and love makes it valuable.
The dry river bed is not grateful for its past. A bird wishes to be a cloud.
Cloud is willing to be a bird. The waterfall sings, "I have a song when I am free."
I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent. It's for its little needs that it didn't ask for, didn't know or remember.
Woman, when you are doing housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a mountain stream singing among pebbles. When the sun crosses the West Sea, it leaves its last salute to the East.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite. 4 1 group of trees, like expressing the wishes of the earth, (dian4) set foot on the sky.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing. However, there is silence in the sea, noise on the ground and music in the air.
The world rushes over on the strings of a lingering heart, playing the music of sadness. He put the sword in front of his god.
When his sword won, he failed himself. God finds himself in creation.
Shadow puts on her veil and follows light in secret meekness with her silent steps of love. Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies.
Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, but a living person under this wheel. The mind is sharp, not broad. It sticks to every point, but it doesn't move
5 1 Your idol is scattered in the dust, which proves that the dust of God is greater than your idol. 52 people can't show themselves in his history, and he struggles to show his head in history.
Bo (Wang Li) blames the earthen lamp for calling it cousin. But when the bright moon came out, Bo (Wang Li) smiled gently and called the bright moon-"My dear, dear sister."
6. Poems about silence 1. Silence can make a chaotic heart clear.
2. Never mention love or liking to others easily unless you have a game attitude. Because some feelings are deep in our hearts, only silence can show our respect for them; The only way to prove this is to give.
3, sometimes silence, not unhappy, just want to make your mind clear.
4. Happy people like silence. People who keep saying how happy they are must be very fragile inside. When a person's heart is strong enough, it is useless to say or not to say. The most important thing is to choose the direction that suits you best and go it alone. Find the most certain information in life-those similar people or things will eventually come together, and those who are not similar will eventually run counter to each other. —— Xue Xiaochan
5. If there is an afterlife, be a tree and stand forever. There is no gesture of sadness and joy. Half peacefully in the soil, half flying in the wind, half in the shade, half bathed in the sun, very silent, very proud, never dependent, never looking for.
6. Every excellent person has a period of silence. Do not complain about hardships, do not complain about loneliness, continue to climb hard, and finally find beautiful flowers in the dark. Some lives and selves can be used not only to overcome, but also to get along. The wonderful fate is not only between prosperity and depression, but also between dullness and tranquility, which is another strength of the mind.
7. Please keep silent about everything you have experienced. One day, there will be a road and an answer in silence.
8. Every excellent person has a period of silence. During that time, I made a lot of efforts and endured a lot of loneliness. I didn't complain, I didn't complain, only I knew. And after that day, you can even touch yourself when you talk about it.
No matter how popular you are, only a few people can help you when you are in trouble. Carnival is just the loneliness of a group of people. A true friend is someone who can accompany you through loneliness, loneliness and silence.
10, if you know the ending of this story clearly, you either choose to say it or pretend you don't know it and don't stop. Sometimes it is much more painful to choose silence than confession for the harm left to others.
7. The poem representing silence is full of water and no words.
Summer insects are also silent for you. Silence is Cambridge tonight (Xu Zhimo bid farewell to Cambridge)
Silence is golden. If you talk too much, you lose. Silence, silence is only your answer. (A lyric by Zhang Mingmin)
"Writing Huai" raises the clumsy and wishes to be silent, and is depressed between ancient temples. There is nothing to be ashamed of in the center. There is leisure in the world. Dreaming of gulls fishing for snow, bells ringing up the hill. Wandering around, getting familiar with it, laughing hard.
"Flowers Slow in the Rain" depicts silence, while the theater depicts itself. There are several skeletons hidden, and it's no use bragging if anyone asks in the sky. The name has ears, the ray is true, and it is not lead, mercury or beads. Like vertical lifting, it is difficult to shape. Whoever has the means will be leveled, and chalk kung fu is a common occurrence. The first thing is the size of the fiber, the color of the color.
8. Poems about silence 1. "Subtract the word magnolia, and meet without words"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.
Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.
2. "There is nothing to say when I meet you and go to the West Building."
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
3. "Delivery Letter"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Dark eyebrows, taciturn. Is that so? Raise your eyes and see who is happy.
Go to Chun Er for the Western Expedition and engage in Bashu. This spring, I went to the south and fell ill in the river and sea.
Six thousand miles away, the earth is far beyond the sky. Ten books are less than nine, so why bother?
Thirsty people dream more about drinking water, while hungry people dream more about dream of eating. Where is the dream of spring? Close your eyes and go to Dongchuan.
4. Autumn sunset
Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
The willow leaves in the north gate are already colorful. Because the crane is near the water, when it meets a monk, it suddenly shadows the clouds.
White beard came out again, two lines of clear tears. Silent and empty, who wants to hear it?
5. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.