Flowering tree
-Xi Murong
Anyway, let you meet me at my most beautiful moment-I have prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
The sun is full of flowers carefully, all of them are me.
The Hope of Past Life When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is the passion I am waiting for.
And when you finally walked behind you, it was not a petal, my friend, it was my withered heart.
Ina
-Cang ying Jia CuO
At that moment, I raised my horse, not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival;
On that day, I closed my eyes in the mist of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your ode;
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to understand, but to find a trace of your breath;
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth;
At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.
Silent and beautiful image
Dunzhe Ling
How long does it take to write a word?
Only the author knows.
I know you.
You know me.
Our courage to look back at each other.
Smaller than dust
That we dare not go to see the moment when we met.
I walk in the wind.
Feel the cold blowing on your face
This is your silent shadow
The sadness of the moon
Baudelaire (France)
Tonight, the moon enters an infinite lazy dream.
Like a beautiful woman lying on an overlapping mattress,
Feel free to use her hand before going to bed.
Gently stroke the outline of your breast,
Like an avalanche on the soft satin back,
The moon is about to faint,
Her eyes looked at it like a hundred flowers in full bloom.
A white illusion hovered in the blue sky.
Sometimes, when she feels lazy and has nothing to do,
Drop a silent tear on the earth,
A devout poet, a person who hates sleeping,
Treat this drop like an opal.
Pale tears are shining red in your palm,
Put it in his heart far away from the eyes of the sun.
love song
German original: Rilke
Translation: Ye Rugang
How can I control my soul,
Keep it from touching your soul?
How can I take it from you to other places?
Ah, how I want to put it in.
Compared with anything lost in the dark,
In a strange, silent, not with
Where your heart fluctuates.
But, for us, for you and me
Everything we touch connects us,
Like a bow pulling the same sound from two strings.
Which piano are we playing?
Which player holds us in his hand?
Oh, good song.
love story
-North Island
After all, there is only one world.
Prepared a mature summer for us.
We follow the rules of adults.
Continue the children's games.
Don't care about people who fall on the side of the road
I don't care about the stranded ship.
However, the sunshine that is beneficial to lovers
Also on the workers' backs.
Pave a dark and tired night.
Even on a date.
When the enemy's eyes meet.
Frost reduction
This is no longer a simple story.
In this story.
There are you and me, and many others.
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The slower days of the past
Mu Xin
I remember when I was a teenager.
Everyone is sincere.
A word is a word.
Chen Qing Railway Station
The long street was dark and empty.
The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot.
In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.
Cars, horses and mail are all slow.
Love only one person in my life.
These locks used to be beautiful.
The key is exquisite fashion.
You'll understand when it's locked.
I am a small town,
-Gu Cheng
My heart is a city, the smallest city. There is no messy market and there are not many residents. Cold, cold, only a leaf, only a bunch of flowers, but also secretly hidden-childhood affection. My dream is a city, the smallest city. There is no strict palace, no sacred tomb, quiet, quiet, only a mist, only a breeze, but also quietly attached to the innocence of childhood. Ah, I am a small town, the smallest city, and I can only live for one person, my dream lover, my sweetheart, my lover-why not come? Why not come?
I love you
Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard.
The world is in a trance like a sparrow that suddenly flies by.
Time is bright.
I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
Tell you a barnyard grass
Terrible spring
Give me love and I will love it.
Many diseases
I choose its beautiful poison among many drunkenness.
Look at you. You have to give me the glory of my last life. some people
Some people have to pour wine in all directions.
It's refreshing to concentrate on swallowing one mouthful at a time, and it's all a wonderful poison to enjoy.
It's where your drunkenness can't reach.
It is where you need others no matter how you help yourself.
This is where you will feel pain if you try your best to treat it.
It is the danger of turning back step by step.
It's the torture of soul entanglement.
That is, we fry until we are satisfied, put honey on it and swallow it at the last bite.
The dessert after diarrhea gave me love.
I like it just like sending me flowers.
I'll give me Xia Xiang.
I am bright and moving.
Or crazy irrigation.
Or death. They are all looking up to heaven.
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