( 1)
Flowers bloom peacefully, like your past, the only spring in my memory. My memory is the dullest day of my life. It was still a windy night, and the moon didn't go, but it was gratifying that there was always a poetic voice outside the house, and there was a trace of it in the whisper.
So, I look forward to it every night. Flowers are still blooming quietly, and the length of their flowering period is not the most important. Just like everyone's spring, even beggars have the right to cultivate. Each of us has a splendid spring, but you didn't look back and pay attention. I hope that each of us, one of all sentient beings, will listen carefully to your spring!
(2)
Let me hear it once. There are not many springs in this life. After all, the fragrance of flowers is limited, and I am so far away from you! Therefore, I prefer to hold a book in my memory: sometimes it is Bei Dollas, sometimes it is the quiet Don River, and sometimes it is a meaningful article in a magazine. I have read it for thousands of times, and every time I reread it, it still gives people a sense of freshness, as if it were the first time I read it. Radobes has a very popular translation name, the famous prostitute and Pharaoh. Radobes is the most beautiful anyway.
go on foot
( 1)
Come and take a walk with me. Right now, the air outside is so good and the scenery is so good.
Come for a walk in my garden, the flowers are so close to you and me, and this season is so close to you and me. We don't want anything. We can walk in the garden, which is a seasonal arrangement.
In the morning, everything comes from the footprints of dew. Is there anything we can't let go of? Birds are still resting in the shade of those big trees, and their voices are still not round.
We walked one step after another, one hillside after another. If you ask me when is the best time, I will tell you without thinking, every noon is the best, because in my orchard, butterflies are dancing in the sun, leaves are shaking gently, fruits are noisy and everything is ripe.
Come and take a walk with us. Right now, the air outside is so good and the scenery is so good.
(2)
Petals fell from the flowers when we went for a walk. We can't walk too fast. It is too late for you to pick them up.
Bees are more reluctant than people. It's already night. They're not going back. My heart is silent. I wish I were a bird's nest and they could rest.
The fields are quiet as flowers, and the summer crescent moon is naive. Every night, I have a quick glance. Before dawn, I go to the Western Hills and whisper quietly.
What are we waiting for?
build
( 1)
The flowers have faded and my eyes are blurred on the horizon. Please go back, people I know, and our childhood has faded.
Why the road is so long, why the home is so far away, and why you can't always see it.
The string around you suddenly broke, how charming time is. I heard your smile fly into the field, and then the roots sprouted, and they grew up, regardless of my sadness.
Why build a dike in April when warblers fly?
(2)
I am willing to hold your sigh until the day you get up.
If there are some bees in your orchard, ah, I hope they are doing a great project. What a beautiful season, I watched a bunch of flowers in the oblique loneliness until
Put my name in your memory.
(early) morning
I gently put down the leaves at night.
I don't know how to cool down the time. The river in the distance is still freezing, so I didn't get a present.
I thought to myself, who will stand at the window silently at a certain time? How time flies! Why hasn't anyone come to my door and gently knock? I look at you in my dream, birds fly in my heart, and when the sun rises in the sky, you will shine.
I am listening, the villagers are singing in the Woods, their eyes are warm and confused, and the mystery of the earth is slowly extinguished by the river.
I pray, what will you do in the morning?
dark
The storm covered the fields and everything stopped breathing under the thick canopy.
The dense trees are a little fidgety and feel isolated from the sky. They shook, roared and waited.
Noisy dust is flying in the wind and rain, and soft vines are trembling in the corner.
Flowers out of favor are silent with tears.
say goodbye to
In the bright spring, in the gentle and vigilant night, I will cover myself.
Will the storm come soon, open your heart and wander in the winding path, or frown in the Woods? If you stare at the long dream from the south wind, I hope you can open your heart.
No one paid attention to me, and my song died on the dark shore. I wait and wander.
The night leaves in the watch, and I will say goodbye.
burst
As night fell, a breeze blew into the field. I saw all the songs blowing out in the ups and downs of the wheat waves.
Suddenly there was an open expectation in my heart. I will repair my apartment tomorrow, no, maybe tonight. I will tidy up my house carefully. There are many books. I will start a new night before I start my action.
People who go to the temple fair are going home, and there are obviously stories of prayer on their faces. They followed closely, and they sprinkled blessings all the way to put out the fire.
I will blow from a certain depth-try hard, although I wasted a lot of time there.
Mysterious eternity, you belong to thousands of people, I am one of you, I am a ray of moonlight attached to your light branch, I will quietly disappear in the morning, although people from afar approach in the morning.
night
( 1)
You walk in secret. In the field in May, there are flowers and quiet songs scattered around your dark eyes.
Every day, every family, you walk in secret steps. In the morning, I woke up from my dream, and you passed me quietly like a scarf.
I use the light rain to find your corner, and I hope you are my only watchman.
I walked out of the door and listened to every drop of dust you left behind in the song of every bird. All the roads are far away, and the distance is quiet.
(2)
I was just waiting. I am with everyone, but my heart is waiting outside the door alone.
I am the perfect future, I sing and dance, and my songs are full of innocent tears for the dawn of the future. Tears twinkled from time to time in the moonlight.
If you are also a perfect future, please rest with me.
I have arranged seats for us.
Leisure thought
( 1)
Every day, I will write my wishes on a small piece of paper, and then tear them off on a grassy hillside. The wind is quiet, and the paper is beautiful when it falls!
I wrote it in messy and crazy words in the distance on the note. I will write: there is a song coming with the dawn, and the song is on the other side of the mountain.
I hope someone passes by here, too. When he came, the grass was still so vigorous, a bit like my handwriting.
I wrote a lot, mostly in autumn, and it always seemed very long.
Every day, I will write my wishes on a small piece of paper, and then tear them off on a grassy hillside. The wind is quiet, and the paper is beautiful when it falls!
(2)
Oh, I lost everything in the colorful autumn.
I lost the game in the cornfield. The corn stalk is too high, I can't find it at the moment. I still have a lot of homework.
Who wants to go with me so that I can find what I lost?
Oh, my everything, in that shallow river.
Some shepherds are my companions. Once we left the sheep together and went to our partner's house to visit. The sheep are eating quietly in the hut.
Now, where do sheep eat grass?
Oh, all my things are not here either.
A colorful autumn, I once walked into a snowy winter.
cast
One day, I asked for some mint plants from my students' homes and planted them in flowerpots.
When I first came, I had to seal my roots in a plastic bag and tie them tightly. The mint is already very wide and high, and it is as green as it has just been washed from a stream.
I hope this unsuitable little guy can survive. I've been worried about this for many days, because it's May, and the peak season of life can't be fooled, or it will wither soon.
It grew up in a deep place, carefree every day, accompanied by other flowers and plants, and struggled on its own, but now it can stand on its own feet in such a big world.
Therefore, I have some regrets.
I forgot its existence, because I will be busy for many days in the future.
But it is like a dream. In an accidental time, I don't know how to thank it, because it is comparable to other flowers I planted!
Winter safety
( 1)
In the dead of winter, I was walking in the street.
I give it back to you, the little girl I met sitting on the shabby steps with a bunch of newspaper advertisements in her hand. I failed to find her tenacious watch and expectation in full view. My heart aches for my selfishness.
The weeping willows on both sides of the street sway gently in the afternoon wind, and everything in the air is far away. There seems to be no end. An old man in a dull mood looked at passers-by, but I stood in the distance, listening to what was announced on the radio in the city center, and then stepped into the shadow cast by a big tree.
(2) I happened to pass a crossroads, and a serious and willing policeman on duty politely gave me a hint, and the friendly expression flashed by in the sun.
Unconsciously, dusk came and I looked back at the road. I kept in shape for a long time until the little girl who advertised stood up.
When writing, let the language have texture and weight. There is a language that looks beautiful, but lacks emotion, so it gives people a soft feeling, like moaning without illness. If you want to have weight, you must hide your feelings when writing, or give up your superficial feelings, attach importance to nature and objective things, and that will be self-sufficient.
devote
( 1)
The morning light has come, and you have stood on the windowsill of life.
You brought me back to life. You always fill my day in silence. You exude vitality and strength, as if you were born with it.
I hold the water of time and water it for you every day. In your warm and quiet silence, I sang a song dedicated to myself
I don't work anymore, because I know that in this silent morning light, you suck Yongxin with my heart, as if it were your dedication and mine.
Ancestor, where is our sunshine?
(2)
Hold this potted flower and put it on the balcony, where the sun is waiting.
A man walked by the window. He leaned down and picked up a piece of paper. His figure disappeared into the dust.
Without you, my heart will disappear and hide in the darkness. You let me rush through all the boulders that stand in my way and go forward bravely.
Please allow me to stand for a moment. The sun and the earth are singing together. In this yearning music, I am in harmony with you.
Now that you are here, my heart will not leave.
regret
( 1)
Many idle days, when I was happy, I left unconsciously.
I often ask myself: how many poems have disappeared helplessly, how can I race against time to finish another bud in my hand?
Time is hidden in a small wild flower. When another season comes, it will be rich and mature until the harvest.
I leaned down, not only to devote myself to farming, but also to fear that the door of time had been closed.
(2)
Oh, it's winter vacation. I remind you again!
I won't fight for everything you have. Maybe I am wrong, but I will keep my answer. I'm going to a place only I know-I went there last year.
The garland of life has faded, and all hope and all love flow in another river. On the day you left home, you took the wreath with you.
Stop watching, joy and lament are on the way of time.
Song of the wind
( 1)
Please allow me to relax for a while. The sky is blue and there is no wind outside the window. I want to see the scenery in the past, so beautiful and dreamy!
Who is calling me? After all I've done, it's time to have a rest. You don't know, I don't even know what comfort is. I lost my childhood friends and now they can't find me.
Today is the deepest day in winter, but it is unexpectedly warm: a layer of warm wind rises on the boundless earth, and I see my son waiting for me from a distance.
(2)
After dawn, I got up, in order to have the gift of this new day.
I am like a guest, the dawn can be seen faintly through the curtain of the earth, and I stand with bated breath, not knowing how to present my gift.
I heard your intoxicating music in this living room, as if singing only for us, because I saw you put all the morning light in my place.
I asked myself, how can I cherish everything that is coming?
(3)
I have been to song for you more than once on your journey.
I don't care where the first light of dawn rises. The mountain is so far away, just like my childhood imagination. At that time, everything was so charming and meaningful.
I don't even know what I am singing, but it is full of love and passion. In my world, I only have you.
Winter has come, whether I like it or not, just like my song, lingering in your season, I hope it can solemnly give you warmth in the cold dusk.
I also hold a harp and cheer for the dense fog hanging over us in the coming morning light.
(4)
If you haven't come yet, I will pray silently. I'm sitting on the hillside.
I'm talking to the farmer. We'll spend the winter together. His mill will shine before it flashes in the sun.
I’m not doing anything right now. In your distant garden, I don't know where your happiness lies, although your whole world is full of spring.
I tried my best. I will bid farewell to the farmer who spent part of my life with me, and he will also leave. His house is surrounded by smoke in the distance.
But our life is happy.
Me? u？ :%