Just because a breeze passed, the air suddenly had a long-lost smell. ...
Time stopped at that moment, and some element in the air quickly spread until it filled me. I seem to have gone back many years. ...
Many years ago, I saw myself: innocent, naive, ignorant … I heard my own voice: laughter, laughter, slapstick … Only there was another me in the world at that time, and now I am a bystander … I am reading a story, which may not be unforgettable, or even just a trivial matter … for a while.
Memory is a wonderful thing. The joy of many years ago seems to have a bitter taste in retrospect. Is it nostalgia? Miss? Once happy, that lost beauty, but also helplessly sigh the ruthlessness of the years ...
Happiness is so short-lived, but recalling the sadness many years ago seems a little more fun. We are not who we used to be, and sadness has long since become the past. Recalling now is like seeing an ignorant child lose the direction of going home, and the past is vivid ... until the end, none of us could see clearly ... So, recalling joy, sadness mixed with joy, joy turned into sadness, sadness turned into joy, and the past also existed.
The smokeless past has accumulated over time, and the wind can't stop it. Whenever you remember it, you can still feel it. At that time, you should feel the mood at that time and remember the past as a story, but every time you remember it, you will always become the protagonist of the story unconsciously. ...
I used to be depressed, sad, sweet and happy ... when I left home, my relatives took pains to tell me that familiar faces were like smoke.
When you are depressed, your bosom friend comforts you patiently and helps you like smoke ... When you are in love, the words of lovers and the sweetness of love are like smoke, just like when you were in a mood in the past. ...
Some people say that love is a matter of two people; Some people say that love is a person's business ... right and wrong. Love comes to an end, but it is the responsibility of two people. The difference is only the difference between lightness and heaviness ... the difference is: who turned around and fell in love with others first? ...
In my feeling, it is not clear in this way, nor in a few words ... However, no matter what the process is, the ending is the same. So I gave up. ...
However, I no longer hide in the corner and cry, and I no longer lick the wound sadly alone. I regard all this as a dream, and everything is just talk ... when I wake up, it will be over.
The earth is still turning, and the days are still the same ... I can't live because I lost someone, and I won't live because I lost someone. These wounds will eventually become scars; These pains will eventually dissipate; And I, in a few days, will hold my head high, look straight at the sun, and my mouth will rise. ...
For love, my steps are always too slow. However, time always flies too fast ... for her, I tried my best to follow her, and her smile and temperature were faintly visible. However, I still can't keep up with eternity. ...
I said, I want to live alone, although lonely, although lonely, it is sweet. That would be comfortable, right? Just like these reeds in the wild, swaying freely with the wind under the empty blue sky ... I thought I would never stop paying for love and follow without regrets, but ... I will eventually become a pile of ashes. ...
In spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, I say, I want to leave. You don't stay. As you said before, we are just duckweeds without roots, floating forever ... I stubbornly bit my lip and held back my tears, saying to myself: If you come alone, you must go alone. ...
However, the heart is not dead, and love is still there. At dusk, I am alone, and I still have expectations in my heart ... I mistakenly think that happiness is still around and I haven't gone far. ...
I posted this on the Internet.
Winter love songs (modern poems)
1
Falling flowers fly,
Is the persistence of waiting in the wind,
Leaving a faint fragrance,
Looking back slowly, wandering between Shan Lan.
You woke up, but you cried,
Happiness is too full, too full,
And the heart can't take it?
That lost youth,
Become the wind chime in front of my childhood window,
Gently touched the echo of memory.
Among the stars hanging in the sky,
Only you and I are close to each other,
Each other, love depends on millions; Together, for a long time.
When the wind is slanting for countless times,
Remember to hold a wisp in your hand,
Where does love go,
It all started from the deep heart.
Love to hurt, love to hurt,
Whether it's favor or resentment, whether it's separation or combination,
Fall into it ...
2
Standing on that ladder,
I suddenly understood,
On a quiet night, when I suddenly look back,
The fate of past lives,
Already unconsciously spilled into a boundless love,
everlasting ...
There are thousands of obstacles,
It indicates that the beginning of this love is the end.
I even had a reunion with deep feelings and hatred.
It's still an iron ladder,
Our hands are warm,
Even cold, pale fingertips,
In the cold,
Still warm as ever.
I don't know how long the ladder is.
But every step I took there,
It feels so real that I never doubted it.
No regrets at any time.
The two have known each other all their lives,
How else would we know,
Is this love reasonable?
three
One morning,
When I woke up, I found that you had wrinkles.
Unconsciously,
We are all old.
I can never find the shadow of many years ago.
I realized that this relationship has been broken for many years.
No more ups and downs,
I no longer hope that love is as hot as tea.
Just want to live a normal life,
Have a quiet and peaceful mind.
four
The dream is still the same,
When I woke up, you and I were still locked with five fingers,
Only the background is dim white.
Your eyes are full of tears and pain.
I'm still stroking your long loose hair,
Everything seems to be back,
The dim sun, moon and moon ...
You gently stroked my cocoon,
I've understood for a long time,
My life supports two complete lives,
Is the most sincere and trustworthy beyond everything,
This is not just a promise,
But the steps in your life and mine,
One is missing,
Will collapse in an instant
Tonight in my dream,
When I suffer again,
Inner courage is enough.
Because,
Not only is your firmness with me,
Many years ago,
The long and warm winter—
Our first love season.
Remember the warm light in winter,
Remember where fate brought us together.
Baby, don't cry ... (modern poetry)
I gave the opportunity to tomorrow by mistake.
Unfortunately, it has been planted for a long time.
I didn't want to, so I didn't want to, and the time was smooth.
The real grasp may be the power to continue!
Is there a reason to push your luck?
Suddenly shed tears.
Baby, please don't be sad.
Don't cry.
We,
Don't be sensitive,
This means injury. ...
My friend said, why are you so sad recently?
I smiled and said, no,
But language will reveal itself.
Between the lines,
What permeates is the mood.
I always thought,
Tears are the cleanest,
No cheating,
Even if a person flows quietly.
Strange,
When I was a child.
You can cry, don't worry,
Why should I hide when I grow up,
Even sad so despised?
No matter how painful it is,
Black and blue.
With tears in her eyes,
Wash it yourself.
Cry me a river ...