1, the modern poetry of lighting
Familiar and unfamiliar lights. Familiar, because of the past. Familiar strangeness, waiting for the future.
Looking at each other, my eyes slipped, and the old days stayed in my eyes, shining gently.
The light in the night and the brilliance of the soul meet in the loneliest place through the window of the eyes.
There are always some thoughts, there are always some infatuations, in the light, in the heart.
In the clear rain, the lights in the rain made me feel dejected and tears flowed thousands of times.
2. Lighting equipment
Far above the village, the lights are brightly lit. It looks like a piece of Wang Yang at the foot, but in front, it is foggy. Only those lights guide me and guide me forward!
Suddenly there was a huge wave, and the road up the mountain was tortuous and long. I groped patiently and climbed to the top of the mountain. I looked out, in the distance, beautiful fireworks were blooming, just like a kind of despair, and finally I saw colorful hope!
This is on a mountain road, looking at the village on the other side. Above the village, the lights are bright!
3. midnight light
From morning till night, I sneak around the corner or in a deep alley. In the boundless darkness, I am used to the dead of night, and the wandering night lights lengthen my tired figure. The sadness at night is very long, and tears fall from my eyes.
Those who are blown away by the wind say they don't love deeply, those who are wet by the rain say it won't be cold, Dark Dream won't wake up, drunken people forget their appointments, the wind blows out the midnight lights, and the loved ones lose their love.
4. Lights at eleven o'clock in the evening
The light at eleven o'clock in the evening was so warm that the pen crossed the paper, leaving footprints of hard work.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the light emits no more or less heat. Looking at the dark night, shining hope is flashing.
The light at eleven o'clock in the evening, accompanied by ideals and loneliness, goes to the node of time and ushers in a new day.
5, one meter light
The tired little lamp on the ceiling hangs feebly, trying to send the faint afterglow to my corner.
Outside the landing window is the traffic of the city, and the customers in the small shop are still in an endless stream. When did the table next door have a new look?
In the secular world, the rootless prodigal son has the heart of the world and the heart of the world, but he can only wander around and wander in the eight famine.
One-inch tube, a piece of writing paper, stop and go in the invisible corner, paint and alter, when can I squeeze into that meter of light? ...