Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
one
The cold rain began the cold winter.
In sweet and sour children, standing at the sleepless window, I long for your shadow.
In the season of falling leaves, silence is full of sleeves, dancing scattered life.
Missing is the wind without direction; There will always be dancing steps in the sight of flying.
two
Sink at noon and can't sleep.
Half a missing face, dyed all over the boundless sky.
In the sky, gray loneliness, powerless expectation, the touch of a pair of virtual shadows, several sweet dreams are broken and lingering, and the heart is surging with pain.
Missing you is something I have been trying to avoid over the years. But what on earth is causing ripples in my heart today?
Didn't you decide to give up long ago and learn to give up? ! But why is the missing at this moment still so clear? The scene that I was with you flashed in my mind.
Is it because of this sultry breeze, or because I got your call at 1 in the morning? When the familiar and magnetic voice rang in my ear again, it was as if I were in a trance like going back in time, and many inexplicable ideas came to my mind, and I was at a loss for an indescribable moment.
Even if we say goodbye to each other and hang up the phone, the pounding heart can't be calm for a long time.
three
Meeting you was an accident.
Look into your eyes in front of the screen. Looking into your gentle eyes, I can see a deep and clear spring in the valley. I am very tired, but I have a lot of attachment and reluctance. Obviously, the ocean will not dry up, stones will not rot, the sky will not be barren, and the land will not age. Accompanied by misty rain, only for the rest of my life.
You came from the legend, through the years when my poems grew up, and sounded the songs that have been deposited in my mind for thousands of years.
From appreciating you, to liking you, to being sincere to you, there is no hypocrisy in my heart, and it is by no means because of loneliness, boredom or impulsiveness.
Your clear eyes and profound poems lead me to you step by step. I didn't hesitate, I didn't hesitate. As if you were my best friend in my previous life, the front edge of this life.
Since then, your poems have become my shelter from the wind. Your eyes, like warm wind, blow on my hillside; Your whisper is like a trickle in my heart. Peng Yong, affecting all pure desires. The heart dances with the longing eyes in the flying eyes.
And you, just a rare scenery, let me cherish it forever.
four
A person is often very careful, as if holding a crystal in his hand.
Look at the way you write poetry, sometimes crazy, sometimes mysterious. Follow your heart and take a walk. Steps, but willing.
The throbbing sea _ is it hard to knock away _ ruthenium? Inadvertently read you and read a thread; Read a heart; Read a kind of loneliness; Read a hope; Read a yearning
five
I tried to stop thinking about you. I wanted to learn to give up. Because, I am afraid that one day, I have to choose to stay away alone and have to face loneliness again. But I'm still waiting for you in the wind, looking forward to going through winter and summer with you from autumn. Into the last autumn of life, and then, we together in Qiu Guang nirvana.
Although I lost the whole forest for a tree. But I have long been unable to walk and dare not browse the scenery along the way, because I am afraid to get lost in this vast sea of people with you, and I am afraid that the rolling red dust will cover our mutual shadow.
six
Meeting you was an accident; Knowing you is a kind of fate; Being with you is a kind of rambling; However, being apart from you is a kind of fate. Fate has separated us from Qian Shan Wan, so it is a kind of helplessness to leave you. I can only stand on the left bank and miss you!
You shouldn't knock on my closed heart window with the poetry of the soul and let the colorful clouds squeeze into the dark hut; You shouldn't wash the difficulties in my heart with dripping joy, and let the life that needs spring penetrate into the cold liquid of separation; You shouldn't just pass by my life station, leaving a wind without direction, and let the blooming dream suffer the torture of expectation.
seven
I often stand on the left bank and miss you. A heart beating for you, wandering between your poems, feel your vigorous heart. Calling your name gently, I don't know if you are far away, can you feel the long-term yearning for the mountains and the deep embrace of the sea?
Through the four seasons of life with you, nirvana poetry is in your son. Little by little, day by day, even if we can't rely on each other closely, even if we can only greet each other with sad beauty, we hope that there may always be opportunities to get close to each other.
eight
Although I once hoped to be the only one for you and accompany you to the wilderness, it is like a mountain painting on the wall, which can only be appreciated from a distant distance.
People from two different worlds expect to be together in one world, and long-distance love leads to a platonic love, which is doomed to pain, sadness and separation; I am destined to stand on the left bank and miss you.
nine
Hands clenched, but lost the direction of approaching. Is the persistence of youth too heavy, or is the sense of mobility doomed to drift? The footsteps of drifting away, stepping on the ground is a bit of pain. Inch by inch, in the gap between heart and heart fatigue, measure the pain of a distance!
When all the elves are on hopeless rocks, they become silent strings of crystal; When the maple leaves are destined to fall, they slip sadly before our eyes.
Only when I know the flow of time is the only truth!
May the surging moment freeze the eternal beauty;
I am willing to go home with the wind, and I will read you most clearly in the most unexpected encounter!
ten
Heart, sink into the mist of Xizi Lake. After so many years, our story still has no ending.
The silhouette of fate in the world is drunk as ink stone, half of which condenses the soul and half of which drifts away.
Standing on the left bank, I miss you. I care about you and want to dye the sky with your words. I want to let the lotus dress have yellow sleeves, pure and attractive appearance and lingering thoughts, and accompany me to watch the flowing scenery.
All the lines are swaying your shadow, and those words that are knocked down and ramble on your breath can only be straightforward descriptions. Pour out the red beans of southern acacia, but the heart of missing is never over.
Today, I stand on the left bank and miss you. Looking up at the sky outside the window, a rain cloud is dripping with tears, and even the keyboard tapped under the fingers presents bursts of pain.