The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. generation
I will be decided by the world, but I have never decided the world.
4. Turn into clouds of fantasy, look at the window lattice of hometown, swell the yearning sails and sail to the edge of memory. homesickness
5. Cut out the fragments of life from the missed books.
6. With love, you can catch a dream without trace, and with money, you can catch a heartless heart.
7. My poem, like a nameless flower, blooms quietly in the lonely world with the wind and rain of the season ... "The Nameless Flower"
8. The night is like a valley, and the day is like a peak. Go to sleep! Close my eyes, the world has nothing to do with me-Fantasia of Life
9. I wander in time, and I don't want to go forward or backward. I dig a pond and store imaginary water. Fantasies and dreams
10. In the rising reality, I drifted blindly like the tears of ice flowers, turned into a slowly rising cloud, and let my fate go with the wind ... "Dream"
1 1. Wind, wind of fate, emotional waves, please swallow me up or send me back to the other shore, even if it is a dream ... "My canoe"
12. I want to rest here. Between the flowers and dew, I will regain the feelings I lost when I was a child.
13. Only eyes, freely extending, in the sky, find your breath, wind, a light blue "love me, sea".
14. Who is walking in the distance? This is a pendulum. It is employed by death to measure life.
15. You look at the world innocently and keep smiling. You just aborted the baby and went to jail. Radish head and deer
16. Reality is like a nightmare that you can't wake up.
17. I carved your vows and love on the candle to see how it was drowned by tears and burned by my heart. I saw how the last idea disappeared and how it was blown away by the wind. sacrifice
18. Was that yesterday? The day before yesterday? Well, in short, once upon a time, we wrapped a stone in a handkerchief and threw it into the blue sky. match
19. From then on, we never met again, as if we were far apart.
20. You look at me for a while, and you look at the clouds for a while. I think you see me far away, and you see the clouds very close. everywhere
2 1. Like a child, I grabbed you gradually blurred, trying in vain to bring the bubble back to the real land. bubble
22. The vines stretch because of fantasy, and the waves arch because of retreat. arc
23. Cold makes the ocean cringe, but it can't put out the fire, love and songs in the hot dust. Song of the Lonely in the North
24. Don't ask why, don't ask why, life is so muddy! Life is so thorough.
25. I am the son of dusk. I fell in love with the daughter of Oriental Dawn, but I can only stare, but I can't talk. I am holding a huge corpse bed in the middle of the night. I am the son of dusk
26. Maybe there are always some lives that are destined to be shaken off by the world, just like the feathers that white geese leave in the camp every day.
27. Because of my age, I love and seek a similar soul. Yes, I'm leaving, too.
28. You said it was at a small station, watching the weeds around, letting the train pass quietly and taking away the tender memories. Let's find a lamp.
29. What makes us love each other is the pain of * *, not the carnival. Wu dialect
I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose.
3 1. If the bell rings, please bury me with feathers. I will weave a pair of wings in the dark and continue to fly over my beloved motherland. if ...
32. I am a wayward child. I want to erase all my misfortunes. I want to draw all the windows on the earth, so that all eyes accustomed to darkness can get used to light. I am a willful child.
We believe this is a road without dust and dirty footprints. We believe that all beautiful dreams can pass and go to dawn. We believe
34. My poem is just the wind, a clear wind, rising from the wings and feathers of the returning geese, quietly passing patients and dreams. My poem
35. How many words and past events are dissolved in a smile, and we walked into the night sea to salvage the lost stars. poetic sentiment
36. I can't draw. I can only write in the snow. Hurry up, or the letter will melt.
37. I shouldn't write. I shouldn't. Please don't read it. Let it stay in the flame until night comes. Maybe I shouldn't write.
38. I am only twelve years old. I lowered my eyes, and several early adults ignored the idea of a child in old clothes. Twelve-year-old square
39. You will get sunshine in silence, and you will get sunshine. This is my wish. Not goodbye.
40. When I was blind, I looked at your soul and the night without lightning. I will be tired.
4 1. In that huge white porcelain bottle in winter, Feng muttered for a long time. Later, he was very tired. He believed it, and no one heard him. Dream of the wind
42. Yesterday, in the dream, we were assigned to the house. You wipe the ground with your feet, walk around and put everything in the smallest corner. For my dead grandmother.
44. When the soul is quiet, blood will flow through many ages.
45. I can breathe, like grass, telling my gentle dreams to spring. I wish I could sing many songs, so that my only smile will never disappear. I will breathe like grass.
46. The soul resting here always lacks the pain of insomnia, and even the obligation to breathe is completed by the tide. Port sketch
47. Don't ask, I'm tired. Tomorrow is still in the dark and far away.
48. We don't know each other. We walked in the foggy suburbs without talking. suburbs
49. How I wish there was a doorway where the sun could shine on the grass in the morning. In front of the door
We used to be as weak as cicadas in the morning, with wet wings and thick leaves. We were young at that time, and we didn't know anything and didn't want to know. We only knew that dreams would float around and bring us into the day, clouds would walk in the wind, and the lake would gather light into a flashing mirror, and we looked at the leaves of youth. Summer outside the window