The girl by the broken bridge
How many years?
Where did you go today?
Water vapor is dancing and intertwined.
Light smoke of rain
Under the peach blossom, the trace of your existence
The soul is at the end of the world.
Listening to nursery rhymes by the bridge
Sing about the past you left behind.
Who took the oil umbrella?
go slow
Who has picked peach blossoms?
Leave gently
these
Turn around and disappear
Picking incomparable flowers for you.
A dress that matches your moonlight.
I hope the soul and the dream are interlinked.
Under the moon, before the flowers bloom, under the moon.
Drop ink on Xue's fitness
I can't describe your beauty
Humming by the river.
Can't sing your detachment.
The piano turned.
Who is crying?
Tianya nostalgia
Who is freehand brushwork?
I owed you in my last life.
I can't forget this life.
Turn into acacia and wrap your fingers.
Pay attention to Sansheng Shishan
People are gone.
I didn't see you at that moment.
Invisible modern poem 2 My love, do you know? Last night, you fell asleep quietly,
The peach blossom pecked by the bird in the dream returned to the branches.
A tree is graceful and a peach is fragrant and pink.
The moonlight in my dream is very white and bright, like the brocade I am embroidering.
I want to draw a wisp of breeze as my embroidery thread to embroider peach blossoms.
Every petal hides my thoughts of you,
Oh, count, how many petals can a peach blossom full of trees have?
My love, you know? Last night, seven green hairs were plucked as strings.
Do you hear a string of music flowing gently through your fingertips? It was sad and sad, and it all screwed up in the end.
My love, there is a soft Yun Ni in my dream. I secretly cut a paragraph. I want to be a wing of Shuang Meng and fly to your side quietly.
I will gently and softly lean on your half sofa and let you sleep with my only warmth.
There is no smoke in the dream, no distance, only gentle me and spoony you.
My love, if the morning glow wakes you up, I have left in my dream. Oh, don't worry.
The petals on your pillow are the traces of my visit, and the dew rolling in the grass in front of your door is the tears I shed when I look back frequently.
Will my love miss me? In the moonlight, in the chord, in the Yun Ni, in a petal, in a drop of dew.
How far is it from hell to the earth? I've been gone for twenty years!
When I saw you again, everything was different; When you see me again, you will be a different person.
No more naughty and willful you;
There is no more lively and cheerful you;
Never see those affectionate eyes again;
Never see that thin shoulder again;
No more delicate hands holding me walking under the moon;
No more fiery lips looking for my temperature;
No more anxiety when I can't be seen;
Never see the inner joy of finding me again;
No more skipping all day;
I'll never see the intoxicating god again when I hug you.
No more lunches wrapped in love;
Never see good night every night again;
No longer walk in the drizzle;
No more dancing together in the snow;
Never see the same ice cream again;
Never see each other riding a bike again;
Stop gnashing your teeth when you are angry;
No more hair fluttering when you are happy;
Stop pouting when coquetry;
Never see the lips that bite tightly when you are sad;
Never see a youthful and beautiful face again;
No more tender and delicate feelings;
No longer miss;
No longer heartbreaking. Call;
No longer see the curse that goes deep into the bone marrow;
No more painful nightmares;
No more bleeding hearts;
No more tearful eyes;
I will never see the happiest Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life again.
In retrospect, it has been twenty years.
Invisible Modern Poetry 4 The wind of time is blowing quietly.
Youth circulates in time.
That nineteen-year-old morning
Fragmented youth began to collapse.
Youth haze
Why can't you leave?
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
Now people don't.
Those women are terrible.
Once a favorite
boy
How far is the future?
Why only wait in the grass?
Why can't you control your destiny?
When weeds are gradually burned by time
These numbers are gone forever.
The youth swallowed up by memory is so haggard.
Never see the beauty of the past again
I also began to indulge in a person's aftertaste.
Or two people stay together.
Youth in the weeds
Youth haze
Why can't you leave?
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
Now people don't.
Those women are terrible.
Once a favorite
boy
How far is the future?
Why only wait in the grass?
Why can't you control your destiny?
I also began to indulge in a person's aftertaste.
Or two people stay together.
Youth in the weeds
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Miss Modern Poetry 5 Goodbye and never come again.
There is a trace of tenderness in my hand, who is waiting for whom.
Lonely nights can't stay forever.
On this day, I am waiting for you at the crossroads leading to the street with a gift of love.
But, you hold someone's hand.
Turn around. Where have you been?
Looking back with a smile, be gentle without it.
One second, heartbreak. One minute, I was in tears. An hour later, the whole world went dark.
I hid in the street corner, secretly shining with cowardly tears.
I don't know when I got used to it. It hides my tears.
I have been interpreting myself, tired and chaotic.
Tree, tree, if you don't let go, when will the wind come after you?
If you stay, will the leaves change back?
I threw my sadness into the sky, and the sky gave me a bright night.
Flash, flash ...
The sky is my wish, and every one is so ordinary.
I've been to the corner before, but when I go again, I'm a different person and a new person.
I just found out that I'm not the only one suffering.
I used to be stupid.
It turns out that it only takes a moment for a new person to become an old man, and he lives on the corner.
At that time, I only blamed the young heart for being too soft and seemingly simple, but it was so difficult.
Today can't bring yesterday back, and yesterday can't predict today.
Indifferent to the fragments of time, everything is step by step.
If we are still together, where have all the memories gone?
If we are still soul mates, don't say we can't see.
I really can't continue if I miss the sweetness. Can those scattered pieces be pieced together?
The meeting was too beautiful and the ending was too gray.
I'm still me, you can't see, you're not you, okay?
You really really don't know.
Through the window, the moonlight fell on the hands and the past.
You can't wait for spring rain and gorgeous summer flowers. You can't wait for the quiet beauty of autumn leaves and the continuous snow in winter.
You wait until the old wounds caused by years and sprinkle salt from time to time.
You and happiness make a clean break. Now that we have met, we will never meet again.