2. "Listening to music in the middle of the night". This must be your finger again, flicking, in this late night, full of sadness; I can't help blushing, listening to the vividness of Black Boy in the middle of the night. I'm sad to hear that, I know, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her style, and being too weak is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in my dream, you and I will climb the strings of hope together.
3. "Wish". I would rather turn into a fallen leaf and let the wind and rain fall; Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky, has nothing to do with the earth. But holding the sad sign tightly, touching the disappointment that has not landed; Dusk, night shift, tiptoe, all empty, no more tenderness;
Forget the existence of this world; Have you; Mourn for those who have loved; Falling like a fallen flower, I forgot to look at these tears. On that day, nothing will be left, except for a moment or a gust of wind. You must forget that I once lived in this world.
4. "Still". You stretch out like a lake facing clear sky and white clouds, and like a first-class cold current. To clarify, I can follow Lin 'an to study your fountain: I still have all kinds of doubts and reflect on you! You spread like a thousand flowers! Fairy face is every petal of yours, and it is even more fragrant. The warm fragrance of flowers is accompanied by a cool dusk: I said flowers, which is a trick to steal someone's heart in spring!
You learn from books with leaves floating in the wind and reveal your every thought; In every corner of my mind, your eyes looked at me and kept talking: but I still didn't answer, and silence kept my soul forever.
5. A Summer Night in the Mountains. A summer night in the mountains is as deep as a bottomless pit. Shadows, dense pine forests; There is no light around. There is only one lamp shining on the mountain; Two eyes are like the night, and the eyes of the night are watching! The wind all over the mountain squirms like walking; I avoided the branches and leaves everywhere, and the grass everywhere was silent.
Just running water, stone heart and stone mouth, singing in the valley. It is even and quiet, and looks like a soft curtain under the hood. The problem is gone, and the corners are blurred. Is it spying on dreams? The night elephant is praying, silently expecting gloomy piety to spread in silence.
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About the author: Lin (June 65438 +0904, June 65438 +00-June 65438+April 0955, June 65438+0), Han nationality, originally from Min County, Fujian Province (now Fuzhou, Fujian Province), originally from Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province. Formerly known as Lin, its name comes from "The Book of Songs, Elegant and Four Wonders": a great man's emblem is an hundred philosophers. Later, it was often mistaken for the male writer "Lin Weiyin" at that time, so it was renamed "Yin Hui".
Lin is an architect, poet and writer in China, and also the first wife of architect Liang Sicheng. In terms of literature, he has written essays, poems, novels, plays, translations and letters. His representative works include You are April Day on Earth, Lotus Lantern and Ninety-nine Degrees.