When you are old, this is a poem by Ye Zhi.
With a little thought,
Only these four words,
I feel like crying.
When you are old, this sentence is as soft as down.
Love and cherish,
Hatred and forgetting,
Between the lines, there are colorful words.
Old, soft-spoken and full of warmth.
This is the light of dusk,
In the moonlight,
The slow sound of cello.
When you are old, when your eyes are no longer clear.
Looking at each other in the twilight,
This sense of beauty,
It is inevitable that people will feel vaguely distressed.
When you are old, when you have a pilgrim's soul.
When you listen,
The bell of love,
Quietly ring the last loyalty.
When you get old, I really hope,
This poem is addressed to me,
or
Many years later, I was the one who wrote this poem.
The other shore is like a song.
Some memories, it doesn't matter,
But it can subvert a person's promise;
Some sounds, as light as mosquitoes and flies,
But it can shake a person's soul;
Some people, on the other side,
But it can warm the whole winter;
Some loneliness, nothing to do with romance,
But it's tangled.
Everyone's heart has a corner that doesn't open.
Waiting for germination, watching for flowering;
Everyone has a magnificent dream, colorful,
It's so beautiful that the end of the world can be written as close at hand.
Live in reality and dream illusory dreams.
Listen to your favorite songs and watch lengthy discs.
Immerse yourself in a lazy atmosphere and take a long vacation.
When you are free, look at the ginkgo tree in front of the window, covered with bright yellow.
In front of the keyboard, tap the words like songs and taste the faint green tea.
How stubborn and willful;
Because the text is barren, it is constantly absorbed;
Because of abundance, it is dry;
Because of you, I am not lonely.
You stand on the other side, I still feel your eyes,
We watch the lights on the other side and sing on the other side.
Can't hold your hand
Take care.
Let sadness fill the sky.
Can't hold your hand
How I want to hug you.
Pull the wind of the century
Exile acacia
Hard love.
Don't ask who pissed off who.
Who broke whose heart?
Look at your world.
Love and hate are too late to distinguish.
Turn yourself into a pupa
Do a struggle with one breath.
My mind fell into a mottled place.
Walking on a moonlit night
Like sad tears
Year, month, day.
Freeze yourself into winter
Is it difficult for my heart to melt?
Count the past.
Tears surge in my heart.
A sad turn
It's hard to hide the sadness of this season.
Your name is my eternal pain.