You will look at me for a while and the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.
3, wild flowers, stars, dots, buttons that you want to lose, scattered on the roadside. It has no autumn chrysanthemum, curly blonde hair, peony and delicate face. It only has tiny flowers and thin branches and leaves, melting the faint fragrance in the beautiful spring. My poems, like nameless flowers, bloom quietly in a lonely world with the wind and rain of the season. ......
4. The origin of the stars and the moon: The branch tried to tear the sky, but it was only poked into several tiny holes. It reveals the light from the sky, and people call it the moon and stars. The chimney is like a giant standing on the ground, looking at the land full of lights, smoking and thinking about something that no one knows.
In an instant-the collapse stopped and the giant's head was high on the river. Dai Xiao's sailboat slowly passed by and unfolded the dark yellow shroud. How many beautiful green trees, twisted and bent by pain, are crying for warriors, cutting the missing moon and being hidden in the fog by God, and it's all over.
6, a house, left the building complex, and acted alone in the air. Blue street, swimming below. We sit on the floor, we like the floor, we look at each other, we like watching.
7. Now, let's dream. This umbrella is very low and red. Your smile is very bright. You look at me, I look at you. Behind the poplar, there are birds and lightning on it. This is after the rain, a person's missing muddy land withered on both sides, with a river and a waterway in the middle, and its cold blood flashed coolly and floated on his lips.
8. When I stand, my body is covered with bright tears. I am standing alone, holding high happiness, holding high the heavy trembling sky, and there is a white cloud resting at the top of the brown-gray pillar.
9. The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light.
10, love is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you don't love enough, and the most terrible thing is that you can't bear to love enough.
1 1. Life is not so fair. Change your course, and the headwind will turn into a tailwind. Work hard and persevere, and eventually the dazzling sun will run behind you. The starting point of your life is not so important, but where you finally arrived.
12, looking forward to an eternity, even if it is scarred, it is despair.
13, everyone had a dream, big or small, far or near. When it left in your unconscious, it left a hole, which is a kind of forgetting; You can ignore it and move on, but this hole makes you incomplete and unstable. Only when the spirit comes, when love is poetry, and when our oldest is forgotten, can we fill it and return to the perfect original state-"a drop". The first time I saw the dew on the pine tree was like this-a drop. It is so bright that there is a beautiful and magnificent world in it. ...
14, the gloomy sky is hesitating, is it a snowflake? Or raindrops? Turbid water running, is it pursuit? Or escape? The lovers in the distance are breaking up. Is it a prelude? Or the end?
15, I want to paint the windows all over the earth, so that all eyes accustomed to darkness can get used to light.
16, I hope I can do my own thing, purify my soul, leave fruit when the young petals drift away, so that life will not wither with aging. I will use my life to pave a meadow, build a garden of poems and fairy tales, let children blend in with nature and future smiles, let people believe in beauty, believe that today's hope is tomorrow's reality, and believe that the world will fall in love with ideals and become ideal partners.
17, I think people of all personalities can reach a certain height in the art world as long as they make their own way and go on sincerely. Introverts may develop gentle art; Extroverts may develop heroic art.
18 I think, no matter what kind of artist, if he really wants to reach the top, he must have a minimum quality and nature, that is, he will not yield, be confused by secular interests, be forced by power, auction his heart, and even in the face of the abyss of destruction, he will walk towards truth and dreams.
I like truth. There are real moments in life. For example, when love comes, there is a strong sense of life, and so is writing poetry. And ordinary life is painted by Ouriou, so it is; You can say you are there, or someone else is there. However, in the dream, all fantasies are stripped off, which directly touches the truth of your life. So for me, truth is not necessarily in reality, dreams are often the most trustworthy, and they don't lie.
20, tenacious self-confidence, seems to have helped me, so that I can always redouble my efforts to resist pressure and blow. I think it's a pleasure to press and hit it with one blow.