At midnight, you stood under the neon lights of the city, held a bright red goblet, drank it with my tears, then got on the sports car and left. My heart is scattered all over the floor, and the air is frozen. Your cold eyes are flashing in front of me, and I can't read the warmth of the past. I don't know if my once love is hidden in a corner of your heart. I know, my heart is hurt. Even if you hang a bright sun for my sky, it can't warm the desolation in my heart.
Your illusory figure is still shaking in front of my eyes. I know that nothing can change your original intention at this time. Tears can't defend your original promise. The tired sunset is hidden in the distant mountains, and that little spark can't start a prairie fire again. Wet thoughts can no longer spread, and in the midnight dream, there is no glory of the past. The path in the forest, stumbling, clouds will no longer gather into your gorgeous smile. Did you hear the sad cry of frogs in the pond? Did you see the bluebird whose wings were wet with my tears? I can no longer stand on the branches and show my pride. On the vast journey, I can't find the coordinates of life, and I can't warm the chill of spring with hoarse songs. Sorrow has occupied the isolated island of the soul, enchanting plum blossoms have lost their old flavor, arrogant wicker has also bent down, and sad poems have touched the sad Yu Di.
How much I want to catch your shadow again, how many times have I pondered, why did you choose to escape, and is the world you live in okay? Are there black moons and strong winds there? Is there a warm embrace there? Is there a curtain around the west wind? Is there a dancing firefly? Are there any poetic bonfires and affectionate eyes? I tried to wake up the sleeping memory. The dazzling aura of the past could not pierce your curtains at night. As a result, thoughts fell into a bottomless pit and there was no deep desire. I lay on the cold Naihe Bridge and slowly buried myself. The immortal soul, looking at your direction from a distance, watered the old lines with lost tears and gradually grew into a towering acacia tree, standing by your past roadside. In every spring season, I wrap my vines around your warm thoughts and accompany you through the vicissitudes of life with my strong will.
Poetic spring
Lost time, countless, frustrated eyes into endless darkness, naked thoughts can not catch a trace of warmth. A gust of wind passed slowly through my fingertips, whispering, and I suddenly looked back and was speechless. When will you come to me and look at your flowery smile? I'm drunk, and I'm glad to have you with me in this life. Without you, my soul will still be in ruins.
You are a fairy, wearing a white shirt, raising your hair high and looking at the passing meteor, making a wish for peace for me. Your smile is shallow, your steps are light, and I follow closely, through the blooming season, and step into the paradise I have been longing for for for a long time. I caressed your sweet shoulder and sat quietly by the river, watching the fishing fire in that river and counting the paper boats you put in. There are some memories that you and I know each other. I don't know when I will be tired, tired, dock.
Every paragraph is full of the fragrance of plum blossoms, which dispels the coolness of the dusk path and makes my soul walk into the poetic manor. In the melting ice and snow, you left your footprints, leading my thoughts and stepping into the harbor of happiness.
Your green hair is plain, blushing for the face of the sunset, and your eyes are shining with beautiful light rings, warming the wall of my heart. A classic and eternal interpretation is that you put a poetic spring on my midnight windowsill with your delicate hands.
At this moment, my soul is trembling, closing the lost chapter in my last life, turning into a deer in a love story, taking light steps and carrying my beloved to the beautiful other shore.