I am busy getting sick every day and writing in my sick spare time. Then, love is a gap in your busy schedule. However, I am focused and specific. Although I won't forget myself for the time being, forgetting myself means loving you completely and conquering you. But I want to add fresh blood to my feelings, spare more time to talk with you, risk my life and pursue my dreams. I want to kneel down very devoutly and show the brightest side of human nature under the skirt of love. I want to ask the visual image, the darkest image, and I beg God not to break it in front of me! I begged myself to give in. Please give in to yourself. We all give in to ourselves, temporarily remove the stones from our hearts and treat everything outside as stones. The other one I got up and stepped into the nostalgic team. When the sacred love is full of blood vessels, I don't know where it will flow out. I was immersed in great memories, forgot the danger of life and lived a mythical life. ...
If I were the flower god who dominated the wheat straw, I would postpone the plum blossom to spring or advance it to autumn. Winter is not the season for everything to grow. Only the climate of the mind and the imaginary river bank are their real Rhine. If I am tired of the life of a hundred flowers, let me fall in love with you unconditionally, dear Loulan, the last flower in the water. The water rattles in my heart, expelling the bad air I don't know. I have persisted until now, and finally I feel the air is fresh. If the two of us must be in tandem, I would like to walk behind you, sort out the relics and guard the cemetery alone. I want to write our magnificent love memoirs. I open the door that belongs to you in my body. Water, you should flow to a place that reflects the afterlife. ...
I said to my loneliness, get up, stand up, and the lying blood will speed up the process of loneliness. After being lonely again, I can love with great fanfare and deeply feel the bliss of love. Pain is a lonely room, and loneliness is a manifestation of loneliness. When I am alone in the room, I feel that pain can be enjoyed and accepted as a singing soul. Let me sit quietly and enjoy the happiness of loneliness. Under the dark clouds, the peaks are more beautiful, which makes me come to the world and become a wandering god of love. Who will receive a gift from God, marry the stars and the moon to the sea, tear up the love of the poet Lin's Loulan from the rational soil, and give it to another mysterious place full of passion on a stormy night? The spring there is so long that it is easy to remind people of first love. Just like a singer, singing "We didn't know love at that time" in despair ... Since then, the sun has risen, and the concept has penetrated the only one, and the beauty of the concept has surpassed others and changed the only one. I want to reach the highest star, accept the top-down light, turn sadness into wind, walk through the door of life and death in a wonderful moment, and then say to my soul: before I die, my life belongs to God; After death, I am my own life. The legendary moment and the real moment are relatively silent, playing a harmonious movement in the space of ideas.
I know how to secretly hate the most beautiful woman in my heart, know how to love my best friend, and know that happiness is to hide my pain. Life is a road, and human beings are footprints. I know that there are as many loneliness as there is love, as many poets as there are loneliness, as many voters of God and gardeners of the earth. I also know that love is playing hard to get to the person I love, and hate is based on love. Death is the absence of life trial, the torture and beating of the soul, and a one-time rejection of the world. One day, until that day, we will no longer exchange land for peace, but our desire for survival and technology for poetry and painting. We are free, we indulge, we restrain, we forbear, people are people, and we are myself.
Sorry, first love, it was several years ago tonight, and your smile was like a blue wave under the stars. In front of you, my breakwater began to collapse backwards. When we see hazy images from each other's eyes, the moon rises from the roof and birds sing. At that time, I had no choice but to love you. The essence of love is mainly sacrifice rather than domination. Accepting one person's critical state is closer to the essence of love than another person's permanent attraction. Mature love sings childish songs and waits for the arrival of "heart" on the road of life. We are all flowers blooming in late autumn. The wind blew from the sky, and the flowers and fruits embraced and separated, crying and returning to the real tree. Now that I have grown up, maybe I am a stranger in my memory. The one I remember has cut off contact with my memory and become uncertain ... After knowing you, you are half of my soul and the warmest and softest part of my heart of stone. At that time, I secretly vowed that I would love and protect you all my life. We live in our own emotional world, and I find it difficult to get from one world to another. We are very depressed. What is the root of our depression? This is not our fault, nor is it God's fault. I hope I can meet you in my first love by going back in time. I will even love you instead of your parents. I am crazier and healthier than your first love. I regard you as the source of poetry and the entrance to eternal life. I'll give you what others give you, and I'll give you what others don't give you. My blood is yours as long as you like. As long as you are willing, you can abandon me anytime and anywhere and find someone who loves you more. I won't sue you in the inner court and complain about you. I yield to righteous love, which is no different from freedom.
I am entangled in this inexplicable love, like people who don't like me. You are the only one. Where is the password of happiness? Happiness has not been pulled out from human misfortune, and happiness on earth is as easy to break as glass. I no longer write with passion, which has been blunted by this era. Or simply say that there is no passion in this era. Passion left mankind and returned to the sea. There are too many new things in this era, as if everything is out of date. But the scenery in my mind will not be out of date, the memories of my childhood will not be out of date, and the image of God will not be out of date in my heart. The river in your hand, the mountain in your breast, and the youth you gave me will not be out of date. I like you who don't like me, and I have the right to be responsible for your life. You treat me like happiness belongs only to heaven, and love is mostly among the people. I regard you as two kinds of friction, which may generate electricity, 99 can be unified, and 1 is greater than everything. My love for nature is like heaven to the earth and rain to the wind. Nature will never be out of date and always be right. The soul of nature is my body, and you are my soul.
I suddenly found that our sleeping night turned out to be daytime, and our ideal after waking up was only reality. We throw our efforts into the sky, and our youth turns into the morning glow in the wilderness. Fate has given us enough weight to bear. We call what we take for granted "light" and what we encounter in meditation "heavy". If time is really the invisible black and white sword, we will eventually draw a clear line with everything under the sword: then the preacher will die a martyr and be immortal. The hermit draws the ground as a prison and is complacent in a small scope, while we and everything chase the sun month by month in their limited world, each with success and failure. As we all know, butterflies are romantic, beautiful and loyal. I come from the green, you go to the flowers, and the final result is one direction and two destinies. Only two fates can realize that freedom is a one-way freedom. This kind of tragedy, which does not seek symbiosis and is willing to die together, cannot arouse the sympathy and concern of modern people. Is Qingshan old, without tears, a distant face and a broken heart? Lonely, I will be lonely. I lost my freedom in love, but my heart will be freed. It was the wind that led me through the swamp in the fog to find the refuge of my soul. Who knows me better than I do now? I am in a mountain stream. At that time, I stood in the mountain stream like a stone. The current is lighter than my heart, and the direction of the current is unknown. At the end of fate, butterflies touch people's hearts and call for innocence through people's hearts, such as the innocence of water.
Dark clouds are gathering. I cried in front of everyone for the first time in my life. I let those who pretend to be happy continue to pretend to be happy. I ask the person who laughs last not to get up early. I ask that only half the sky be left to cry with me. Only when the rainstorm hits you can you say a clear name. Heavy rain won't wet my heart. Rainstorm is just a tear in the sky. Moon in the sun, is it your dream to keep me? Ten people stretch out their hands from their dreams, but they can't wake up the one who laughs last. My love for all mankind is my true feelings for you, and my great ambition is to love you far away until I lose you. Only after losing you can I love you calmly. Only after death can we wake up, fully awake, and we greet sunrise and sunset on the same day. It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is that I have realized the true meaning, that is, I know how to express love. However, I know nothing about what we need, and what is lost continues to be lost. On the emotional surface, I often can only firmly grasp the subjective straw ...
You can love everyone in the world, but you can't fall in love with me. We are brothers and sisters of different parents. Your love can't catch up with my love, my love is my poem, and my poem doesn't belong to this century. You can't interfere with my poetry without authorization, or the great poetry will drown you. I am kind enough to write to you and send it to a starving friend far away. I will mention you in the postscript of the book. I care more about you than the ultimate concern for existence, but less than love. Spring is behind you, autumn is behind me, and spring and autumn are behind you and my temporary house. We must keep close contact with new things, because life is too far away from life, and life in life has changed color. Looking at the world with my eyes, you will ask me why the sky is so low and the earth is so one-sided. Because human beings are infected with strange diseases, in a hospital called "Market", we bought fake drugs with anti-counterfeiting labels of quality inspection offices ... Some people say that we have become a "kingdom of counterfeiting", and I say that we will soon become a "country of counterfeiting".
Here and now, red dust, get away, get away. Only the heart is clean, and only dreams are credible. Desire makes people deviate from the norms of human behavior, collectively telling lies, collectively doing false things, and collectively forging things ... In my eyes, "desire" is a hydrogen balloon that blows bigger and bigger. What about human suffering and love? Sometimes I stare and tell lies. I am a good lover singer by nature, but I am not an ideal lover. I am alive, I see, I hear, and I am afraid of love. Even if you are not afraid of death, are you afraid of love? Yes, we are all prophets in love. The louder the noise outside, the less we can hear our own voices ... this is not a burning era. We still can't fully understand what it is, and we can't get to know each other when we meet. There are many dumb people waiting for us to speak for him, and there are also many blind people waiting for us to find light for them. There are still many rich people waiting for us to give alms. Spirit is money that can never be spent. Spirit is more important than love. This is true for a person, especially for a nation! I guide and even force myself to move in the right direction every day. I have enough spirit, I need action, I need light, I need more people to wake up from sleep and support my actions.
This is really not a burning age, there are still many things waiting for us to do, and there are many children waiting for us to lead the way. I don't know where the children are, but I'm showing them the way. I don't know where you are, but I love you. I love you not because you love me, but because we can't know each other, even if we meet. We love, we believe in love, believe in the future, believe in us, believe in everything we believe, and believe that the spirit of poetry will shine on all beings ... There is no real peace in this world, and "peace" is a knife hidden in a smile. The "evil" deeply hidden in human nature can't contain fire like paper, and the performance of human beings on the earth is always a bit clumsy, which is not in line with God's aesthetics. I try to get close to myself. I live by reality and reality, get rich by dreams and rely on myself. I try to do something every day after I get sick, and I can sit down and think quietly every night. I miss myself in the first half of the night and others in the second half. I would like to express the morning breeze and the waning moon of ordinary people, release hidden voices and express freedom and consciousness. I must abandon the moaning in the language and let every word come from my inner world. Although love has irresistible magic, I still hope that all mankind will know the dawn except sleeping. Born to love used to die for justice. Conscience is my pen, blood is my ink, and my poems are born out of the longing for the earth, not for eternity, but to alleviate eternal pain. If not, I would rather be a child in the drama of love forever. ...