I don't think about whether I can succeed
Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about the hardships
I don't think about whether I can win love
Since I love roses
I bravely confide my sincerity
I don't think about whether there will be a cold wind and rain behind me
Since the goal is the horizon
All I can leave to the world is the back < It's all expected
The best answer kite
There is a kite wrapped around the blackened telephone line
Its loneliness and helplessness are amazing
The relentless wind and rain tear at it
Its colorful flesh
reveals its fragile loneliness and thin bones
So you think of dreams
At the end of a morning
One after another.
It has no autumn chrysanthemum,
curly blonde hair,
no peony,
delicate and charming appearance,
It only has tiny flowers,
and thin branches and leaves,
and melts the faint fragrance
into the beautiful spring.
My poem is
like a nameless flower.
With the wind and rain of the season,
it quietly blooms among the lonely people ...
The moment it ends
I attend to the city
-
The collapse has stopped, and
the giant's head is high on the riverside.
Dai Xiao's sailboat,
slowly passed by,
unfolded the dark yellow shroud.
How many beautiful green trees,
twisted by pain,
crying for the warrior
cutting the missing moon,
hidden by God in the dense fog,
It's all over
The fourth ballad
Haizi
The moon slowly shines
According to a wooden bed
Rivers and rivers flow quickly
Across my heart
White horses cross the river
Dark horses cross the river
This river
is always a river in my heart < You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery
People who watch the scenery look at you upstairs
The bright moon decorates your window
You decorate other people's dreams
Listening to the night in the mountains
Yu Guangzhong
It's always a dream in the middle of the night in the mountains
What can be more pleasant to listen to than being completely quiet
?
No matter how long and busy the history is, there will always be such a moment
that there is no need to argue, right?
but what about the wind? Did you say
wind? It was caused by the passage of time
, occasionally
a little echo
chrysanthemum
abruptly
the night
moved to the stamen of chrysanthemum
who was hiding
under the quiet stone
sighed
seemed to be so weak
There were people
.
It was I who saw
Chrysanthemum's eyes!
Ferry
Xi Murong
Let me say goodbye to you
Then gently pull out my hand
Know that thoughts take root from now on
Clouds in the daytime
Mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle
Let me say goodbye to you
Then gently pull out my hand
Years stop
Tears converge into rivers in my heart
. > tomorrow, it's the end of the world
autumn alone
the maple leaves fall once
it's even colder
it's cold in the dead of night
there's no desire
I lost my meditation
a clear rest
it's frozen in the nine-bend ileum
autumn has gone.