1. When you are old, white-haired and sleepy, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. When you are old
2. But as a person grows older, his dreams will no longer be bright; He began to weigh life with his hands, paying more attention to fruits than flowers. Celtic dusk
3. People's hearts can only be won, not given by others.
I will keep walking and singing. Because this is my own song, my own poem.
There is too much crying in this world, you don't understand. Stolen child
6. One of the great troubles of human beings is that they can't have uncompromising feelings. Enemies always have something we like, and lovers always have something we hate. It is this tangled emotion that makes us grow old, makes us frown and deepens the wrinkles around our eyes. If we can love or hate wholeheartedly like immortals, maybe we can live forever like them. However, before this day comes, their endless happiness and sadness are largely their charm. Their love never tires, and the cycle of stars will never slow them down. Celtic dusk
7. Life and death, a cold glance. Monkey, hurry up.
8. I prefer to listen to the sound of the rotating hinge of the ivory door. I believe that only those who cross the threshold covered with roses can catch a glimpse of the faint light of the corner door in the distance. Perhaps it would be best for us if we could simply call out the astrologer Li Li in Windsor Forest-"Queen, immortal queen, come". We should also remember, like him, that God will visit his children in his dreams. Tall, sparkling queen, come closer; Let me see your thick and beautiful black hair again. Celtic dusk
If I am understood enough, I will throw away the broken words and live a contented life.
10. I often believe that nature is full of people we can't see, including some ugly, eccentric, evil and stupid people, but most of them have extraordinary beauty that we have never experienced before. When we walk in beautiful and quiet places, these beautiful people are only a short distance away from us. When I was a child, every time I walked in the Woods, I felt that someone or something I had been longing for for for a long time would appear at any time. ... beauty must be the exit of the net we were caught in when we were born, otherwise it is no longer beauty. Moreover, if not, we will only be more willing to sit by the fire at home, making our lazy bodies more and more obese; Or I would rather devote myself to some stupid cause and rush about, but forget to enjoy the wonderful performance of light and shadow among the green leaves. Celtic dusk
1 1. I love you in the old way.
12. When I got rid of the messy argument, I told myself that immortals did exist, and only those of us who have neither pure hearts nor wisdom would deny it. Simple people and wise men from ancient times to the present have seen them and even talked with them. As I thought, they are not far from us and live a passionate life. We can join them after death, as long as we keep our simple nature and lose our passion. May death connect us with all legends; I hope that one day, we can fight the dragon in the dark green mountains, or realize all the legends. It is really a mixture of images of human beings predicting crime in more magnificent days. Celtic dusk
13. When we were young, we loved each other without knowing it. After silence
14. Facing eternity, our soul is love, a lingering parting. 《Emphemera》
15. Go, children of the world, go to the wilderness and rivers, and hold hands with an elf, because the sorrow of this world is too deep for you to understand. Stolen child
16. I have never blamed the people, whether now or at any moment, whether to choose the perfection of life or the perfection of art?
17. If I had a brocade of heaven, woven with golden light, the blue, gray and black brocade would change the night, dusk and day. I want to spread this brocade at your feet ... and I, alone, leave my dream and spread my dream wings at your feet. Please set foot on ... "Brocade his hope for heaven"
18. Honey, don't love for too long. I have loved it for so long, like an old song, and people no longer remember it.
19. Wise people have signs of decay, but when they were young, they were ignorant but fascinated.
20. Maybe someone will blame you for taking it away, which can move their poems-that day, when the ears were deafened and the eyes were blinded, a flash of lightning. You left me, I can't find anything to sing, except the king, helmet, sword, and the half-forgotten memory related to you-but now we are leaving, because the world is as usual; When we are laughing and crying, we will suddenly throw our helmets, laurels and swords into the trenches. But, dear, stay close to me; Since you left, my sad thoughts have been freezing to the bone. become reconciled
2 1. If I fall in love with you, I will never love you alone.
22. What can literature be besides expressing emotions with symbols and events? And in order to express all kinds of emotions, is this barren world enough, without heaven, hell, purgatory and fairyland? Besides, isn't there the kind of emotion that can be fully expressed only by bravely combining heaven, hell, purgatory and fairyland, or putting animal heads on people and stuffing people's souls into rocks? Storyteller, let's go forward boldly, even if it is to catch any prey that our hearts need. Don't be afraid. It's all there. It's all true. The world is just a dust under our feet. Story writer
23. Love is endless goodbye. mayflower
24. My love, I hope we are Bai Niao on the waves; Tired of the flame before the meteor disappeared, tired of the blue light in the twilight, a lingering worry, waking up in our hearts, we are all tired, and the dream soul is wet with dew; That rose and lily, stop dreaming; The flame of the meteor will go out, and my love, the brilliance of the blue star will also fade. When the dew leaves the flowers and leaves, I hope that each other can become Bai Niao on the waves, and my heart lingers on the islands and dim beaches; There, melancholy is no longer near; Time will forget that we are together, and in an instant, we will stay away from roses and lilies; Flames and troubles, if we are really Bai Niao, float and sink on the waves. Bai Niao.