Except in summer.
Where else can I wait?
I hope so.
Green is spreading.
Whole mountain
The wind can't blow the waves.
Some complete ideas
Climb high
as ... as possible
Let everything
The power of all things
Scattered in the vast Shan Ye.
hope
You choose.
Black-black
bright eyes
Don't think that the author is unknown, don't think that-
The innocence of first love has long since vanished.
You can pack your things.
Re-explore the way of love
Don't think-
The spark of the first gaze has gone out.
You can deceive the soul by forgetting.
Trying to find the truth in other people's eyes
Don't think-
Smile has been submerged in the ocean of time.
You can use indifference and indifference
To decorate the joy of meeting her again.
Don't think-
The white rose has withered with the wind.
You can't smell its fragrant fragrance.
Replace its sacredness with roses.
Don't even think-
The dream of spring has been buried in the grave of years.
You can ignore its eternity.
Pay homage to its dead with winter homesickness.
When this rugged mountain road
Only respond to your lonely footsteps
Your pain is like this flower and this grass.
The extension of mountains and plains
Fill your whole heart valley
How many years have you been aware of it?
Are deceiving themselves and pretending to be disdainful.
Turn the suffering of missing into a trace of meaninglessness.
Comfort their lost love.
You realize that everything you deliberately forget will live with life.
Even one day, my heart became depressed.
But that smile, a rose
A bunch of gazing that conveys affection.
Will make you fall into the green of spring.
Feel the lingering of spring
You know, even if the world can forget
But the original purity and sincerity
Will be like the sun and the moon
Always chase your soul.
Love is like a building of life,
It was two people who built a brick and a tile by themselves;
If it collapses once,
Broken bricks and tiles will fall into your heart.
Meeting is a thing of the past.
Happy eyes, excited heart;
Meeting is a past tense, and when it comes to breaking up,
A gentle smile will turn into a wry smile,
It's best to kill the signs when love is just budding.
Fate is an irregular shuttle,
Before sorrow becomes a chapter, before it is too late to change,
Let us always be the longitude and latitude of the plain line;
Always bright, not polluted by vulgar love.
Break up, our meeting is over,
How much hunger, thirst and regret can the mind endure.
Your friendly smile is my dream,
Dare not ask you to be affectionate.
Maybe we'll meet again one day,
Your charm is more abundant, but I am still haggard.
My candid Chen said:
"Our relationship was short, but we had it once."
We once met, from west to east,
My whole body is full of blood and spirit,
"But I only met once and immediately parted ways."
Let my heart beat wildly in the long night forever.
Everything in the North Island
Everything is fate.
Everything is a cloud of smoke.
Everything is the beginning without an ending.
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
All happiness has no smile.
All sufferings have no tears.
All languages are repetitive.
All contacts are new.
All the love is in my heart.
All the past is in a dream.
All hope is accompanied by notes.
All faiths groan.
There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.
All deaths have long echoes.
Just once, Wang Guozhen.
If you haven't seen it,
Maybe the mood will never be heavy.
If you really miss it,
I'm afraid life will not be easy.
A look
Enough for the heart to cross the hurricane.
On barren land
Learn more about the scenery
long journey
This is enough to make a weak heart haggard.
Every time I look at Qiu Shui,
I can't wait to cry.
How can death not be leisurely?
Love cannot be indifferent.
As long as you have been in love once.
It's a life without regrets.
Cut Wang Guozhen's feelings.
I want to go so far away.
You can forget your beautiful eyes.
You can cut it.
A trace of love
Autumn wind can't blow away sadness.
Who would have thought that in the end
The mountains and rivers remain the same.
Love remains the same.
It's just in front and behind.
Confessions and Anonymity of Poetry
I didn't get fired,
Can't give you light and heat;
At the same time, I am not dark,
Can't set off your brilliance.
I am not water,
Can't wet your chapped lips,
I am not a flower,
Can't decorate your lonely life.
What am I? What am I?
Like a dream without shape, like air without color.
I'm just an imaginary screen,
Let you use the light and shadow of life to project.
But if the fire in your heart has gone out,
Don't blame the desert of the screen.
Say goodbye to peony
How many people's youth are intoxicated here,
And then embark on a bustling journey,
What is hazy is your laziness, like clouds and light, like water,
They lose themselves and then forget;
Your garden door has been opened several times,
Your beauty is complicated, your heart is cold,
No matter how good the sounds of the four seasons are,
When the night dew without wings becomes noble-
When you are old and alone in front of the fire,
You will know that a soul is also quiet.
He once loved you and changed a lot.
The dream of traveling is broken, and his love for you is full of sadness.
Worried and wearing the king's book
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
I have to wait for Qi Lihua.
Yes, I have to wait. ...
Even the song of the wind
A dam built overnight.
Even the torrent of spring
Washed away the battlements in winter.
Even love.
Has walked out of the dark tunnel.
Even an eternal desire.
Through the cold loneliness
Glaciers began to weather.
Lianwangfushi
New carols are also brewing.
I'm still waiting.
Maybe wait until
Wait until youth has stripped the leaves.
Life is full of wrinkles.
Wait until the pulse is weak
Eyes rusty and mottled
Wait until the passion burns out
Miss a river.
Wait until the mood is exhausted.
Turn into a desolate desert
Wait until my heart ached and I bled.
Full of calluses
Wait until all the dreams
It's all withered
I have to wait.
Until it blends in.
Old legend ...
Say goodbye to peony
How many people's youth are intoxicated here,
And then embark on a bustling journey,
What is hazy is your laziness, like clouds and light, like water,
They lose themselves and then forget;
Your garden door has been opened several times,
Your beauty is complicated, your heart is cold,
No matter how good the sounds of the four seasons are,
When the night dew without wings becomes noble-
When you are old and alone in front of the fire,
You will know that a soul is also quiet.
He once loved you and changed a lot.
The dream of traveling is broken, and his love for you is full of sadness.
Worried and wearing the king's book
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
I hope Huang Peijia.
People often ask, what kind of partner should I find? I said:
I hope she's like me,
There is blood in the chest and my heart hurts.
Don't spend a full moon,
Don't be a flute player.
Poor, as poor as tea,
A wisp of fragrance.
Be proud, as proud as Lan,
Hang a face of autumn frost.
Like us, we dare to be in the dark,
Wandering in the white cemetery.
Listen to the owl's tragic smile,
Chasing drifting fluorescence.
Like us, we dare to be in the forest.
Lay the foundation for the future.
The ape stretched out his arm on the dead branch,
Why are you afraid of snakes spitting green awns among rocks?
Like us, we dare to follow whales,
Row a stupid boat,
To explore distant harbors,
Let the wind ring like a bell and the fog fly like a net.
Just like us, dare to get into the mire.
Plant pine seeds and let them grow into beams. & ltbr/>； Like us, we dare to roll up Zhao Hui,
Step on the flowers and die!
Although, I am just a sesame seed,
It was blown away by the wind from the hometown of the stem.
Away from the euphemistic voice of larks,
Stay away from the charming fragrance of roses.
I firmly believe that there is another sesame seed,
Lying on the stormy land.
Although we don't know each other, I am optimistic in the end.
Because we face the same sun.
In this way, among the stars all over the sky,
Looking for a faint light.
In this way, in the dark forest,
To identify that furry palm leaf!
Excerpted from Huang Peijia's novel "Please Walk with me"
Pray for Cai Qijiao.
I pray that there will be wind in summer and little rain in winter;
I pray that flowers are red and purple;
I pray that love will not be laughed at,
Fall and be supported;
I prayed for sympathy-
When people are sad
At least give some comfort.
Instead of coldly Leng Mei;
I pray that knowledge is like a fountain,
It flows every day,
Not this prohibition, that prohibition;
I pray that this song comes from everyone's chest.
Nobody wants to be a model.
Set high and low levels for all tones;
I pray
One day, no one will
Pray like me!
Teach me how to think about her, Liu Bannong.
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
Teach me how to miss her.
Kang outside the window
The idle moon outside the window
Persist in the honey-like acacia in the window.
Acacia is tired,
She peered at the wall with a cold expression.
Looking back, the moon was very angry.
It was gone as soon as I got out.
The moon is gone;
Acacia feels reluctant.
The Happiness of Snowflakes Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Sorrow in August
-Yang Mu (198 1)
The white ducks are swimming in the yellow pond.
Sorghum stems are too high,
How to insert this beating heart,
A narrow road in the field, this August sorrow?
The hill was washed away by rain last night.
Leave another shadow to shine on the sun;
The sheep followed the shepherd into the village.
There is a well in the shade of a big tree, which looks like a heart!
Nobody said anything in August,
Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.
But I looked at the fields, the melons on the earth walls,
I still don't understand what life has to do with dreams.