Pedestrians are moving on the road, and I am also watching pedestrians.
We just passed by in a hurry, just passers-by who passed each other like meteors in their lives.
However, a glimpse of this life and the rush of this life are the fate of several generations.
Fate is like a dream, a star in a dream, a face in a dream.
The stars in the dream are sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
Faces in dreams, like wind and sand, fly away and reunite, blurred and blurred.
What is fate?
Fate is not as simple as meeting by chance.
What is a dream?
Dreams are not as simple as dreams.
In my mind, fate is a dream, and dreams are fate.
My dream, the stars in my dream, the faces in my dream.
My fate is picturesque.
It's them.
Looking back, eyes, sadness.
They used to be, used to be, and now, they have all disappeared silently.
Even if we can meet again, it will only be relatively silent.
Only melancholy, relative melancholy.
The stars in these dreams are flickering.
The faces in these dreams, like wind and sand, flew away and scattered ... vaguely. ...
Remember ... chase the past ...
Now we can only cherish it.
Cherish the present love.
Cherish the present dream.
Cherish the present fate.
Cherish everything now.
Cherish … cherish dreams … cherish fate …
Look back again ...
Dream Poetry Prose 2 Butterflies are flying
That was our dream.
Once on the Tianshan Mountains.
You write down the notes of love for me.
In the spring of love
We will live together forever.
Every time I leave the bamboo forest
You always have tears in your eyes.
Read your tears
Read your heart.
I know your heart.
So spring comes every year.
When dancing with your flowers
Looking for our sweetness
The Dream of Butterfly Qi Fei
Smooth in eternal history.
Flowing into our hearts
adjust one's mindset
Fly to the eternal world
A world full of love
Happy world
Dream Poetry Prose 3 (1)
The moonlight stirs the bleak autumn.
The stars are dotted with the sadness of the night,
As soon as your eyes open and close,
Cross the barrier between reality and illusion.
(2)
Sitting quietly in a secluded yard,
Taste a wisp of tea,
Stroking the melodious melody of the piano,
Look at the gentle moonlight,
Light up the atrium quietly.
Stand up and walk slowly,
Sigh turned into humming,
I gradually forgot my figure.
(3)
Sail a boat,
Boil a pot of turbid wine,
Watching the mist rise,
Standing at the bow, looking up,
Light moisture caressed my face,
I like your gentle hands.
(4)
Build a thatched cottage,
Insert a bamboo fence,
Expand half an acre of wasteland,
Round trip at dusk.
The lyre is empty, the book is loud,
Sit quietly and count chrysanthemum yellow slowly.
(5)
When the west wind rises, autumn leaves get drunk.
The long lost road ends in haggard;
Clouds are long and light.
Flowers bloom and add sorrow.
Call softly, frown,
Standing hand in hand in silence,
But lovesick words pass.
(6)
Moon, round and lacking,
Look up, be careful,
Looking for incomplete darkness,
She lit up my heart with half a lamp.
People live in dreams,
Make fantasy a reality.
Dream Poetry Prose 4 Three years of wind and rain * * * branches, a pool of dusk old Yin Fei.
Folding willows to bid farewell to the pavilion, and the light rain in June makes people cry.
Lotus flowers are in full bloom by the lake, recalling the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.
The broken bridge reflects the sun in Su Causeway. Who will pick the lotus on the vast lake?
Swimming in the long white clouds, fishing boats sing late to cross the water.
Singing love songs in pairs is like fish and water, and male and female butterflies fly in pairs.
Feminine and charming eyes blurred, drunk and rude will eventually regret it.
Shameless lotus pickers can't sleep at night.
Black magpies cry and sleep at night, and the solitary sandbar is cold with hookah.
The water under the bridge is helpless, leaving the moon alone.
When love and hate are not over, I dream of finding Iraq a thousand times.
Ask wine every day, Jiao Ren tears on the shore.
The deep courtyard locks Qiu Feng to win the fire, and the blue clouds return to the south.
When will love, hate and sorrow stop? Never forget the past and present.
Chang 'e thought of Houyi Cold Palace, and the ancient bright moon shone on today.
Time flies, and youth waits for no man.
I can't bear to look back on yesterday. I realized that things had changed.
Dream Poetry Prose 5 Beautiful dreams are the same as beautiful poems.
Both, but not desirable.
It often appears at the most unexpected moment.
I like that dream.
In the dream, everything can start all over again.
Everything can be explained slowly.
I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.
The ecstasy and gratitude of returning to reality.
My heart is full of happiness.
Just because you're right in front of me
Smile at me like you did then.
I really like that dream.
Know that you have traveled thousands of miles for me.
But I think the grass is delicious and the color is bright.
It seems that you and I just met.
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It's raining again.
Looking at the black rainy season outside.
I have a feeling of wanting to escape.
This can't make you think of anything.
I tried to hold the small umbrella.
Disappear in the rain in an instant
This will prevent the rain from soaking your heart.
Don't let the rain drop in those hazy eyes.
But avoid it anyway.
At night, the wind brought me into the rain.
Let yourself break my heart again.
I always thought I was like the wind.
Become indifferent
Enjoy the feeling of flying freely
That fear of loneliness is also a kind of beauty.
But the burden of the mind is getting heavier and heavier.
Farther and farther away from spring.
sea
Reminds me of you again.
In my dream, I can hug you at the seaside,
The sunset glow shines on your warm face.
The sea breeze gently surrounded us.
Like seagulls flying between heaven and earth.
All the sadness is buried in the waves.
Standing on the soft beach, staring at each other.
Feel each other's joy with your heart
Your smile is deeply imprinted in my heart.
Your flowing long hair is like the sea.
So charming
As beautiful as an angel
I hope the dream at this moment is true.
I really hope that one day, we can meet in this space that belongs to us.
The beach of love is always open for you.
Dream Poetry Prose 7 Life is like a dream, rich and prosperous.
The dream fell into a pool of water ripples, glittering and translucent, cold and empty at night, sleepless at night.
Who was angered by Xiao Sheng's lonely singing at the window? Once in a dream.
There are stars in the night, the wind blows the flowers lightly, and the nameless flowers are left alone. A little floating bright moonlight, singing a pity smile.
Who will empty the guzheng music?
Life is full of flowers, and my life is prosperous.
Clear sky Wan Li Chuyang, what about the fleeting time?
Youth is prosperous, years pass, and I wander in a golden dream butterfly.
In the twilight, the snow is falling and the world of mortals is in chaos. I saw that the red lips of the willow were pale, the flowers bloomed and the fireworks scattered dust.
When the snow falls and the plum blossoms are now in the world of mortals, I can only smell the willow wearing a willow gauze skirt and dancing with the eyes of Sansheng glass, just looking at the world of mortals.
Life is like wine, and you will be sad all your life. You only need to sing, but you should put it in a cup. Talk about the cold wind at night, no one listens to you.
Ripple, ripple, the dream is very long, only sadness. The past is eternal, and Sandy's dream is so bright that people can't leave it for a long time.
Life is like a dream, a river of leaves.
The butterfly dream of youth is full of memories. The glazed flowers are now fragmented.
Dreams without words are fantasies. Rain and sunshine are falling, full of wounds.
Sorry beauty, sorry blue. Like a smile, indifferent.
Butterfly-like dream, flying over the Yellow River. The sound of rolling waves is overwhelming.
Smoke and dust are gone, paper and gold fans. The world of mortals dispersed and the beauty died.
Life and death are hard to guess, there is only one dream. When you think about life and death, Yin and Yang are separated.
Bitter as tea, life and death leave. Drunk as wine, dreamlike.
Life is difficult to doubt several times, but it is difficult to drown. Who is sighing?
The wind is dancing with flowers, and the waves on the other side are crying. Who's chanting?
Naihe Bridge in Tao Tao, Surabaya, the beauty looks back, passes through reincarnation and sighs.
Flowers bloom and fall on the other side, Blue Yan sings flute and tears flow, and Blue Yan only says one word.
The clear sky cuts off the sunshine bit by bit and adorns the heart of life.
Fireworks swaying, scattered red hearts, shining in the long river of life.
I will spare no effort for you.
In the cold wind crawling season, I asked questions for you and never left.
In the year when the smoke fell, I gave you my heart and waited.
It's just hard to guess life and death. And you, however, disappeared into the depths of smoke and dust …
Dream Poetry Prose 8 Beautiful Scenery
Your watery eyes stare at the beautiful scenery around you.
Honey-like smile perceives beautiful sound.
If flowers are charming because of you
Clouds are white because of you.
If the vegetation is rejuvenated by you,
The breeze is gentle because of you.
You dance.
The breeze accompanies you.
Flowers dance for you
The grass craned its neck and watched quietly.
Clouds also stay for you.
I am a grass that looks dull.
Your every move, your smile.
Is a treasure in my heart.
I want to shout, I hope you can find my existence.
At the same time, I am also trembling and afraid.
Afraid of your indifference or your heartless smile.
I am helpless
What should I do?
What should I do?
How can I let you know where my heart belongs?
If love is a sin
With you, I'd rather be beyond redemption
The sky of love is full of clouds.
Strong breathing is depressing my heartbeat.
I am a careless grass.
You gave me a heartbeat of love.
I long, long for you to know one day.
Longing for your warm hand, longing for your sincere smile.
It's a pity that all this beauty is just a dream I hope.
The heart of love is still ringing silently in the lonely heart.
Dream Poetry Prose 9 Write a wish with a bamboo pen.
Don't ask for anything you can achieve, just ask for a full life.
Pursuit, goal, hope,
Yesterday's tomorrow is a new beginning.
Completely forget a past event;
Tell a heart, carefree.
When will the weather be fine?
When will these flowers bloom?
After all, it is worth exploring.
Just like that day in Na Yue.
What I said is:
There were no flowers along the way,
Without the fragrance of trees;
Even if there are thorns,
Even if it rains;
Let the wind blow,
Let frost cover your face.
Still have to stick to it and fulfill your dream.
Author: I have my future anthology.
A song floated downstairs.
Dream Poetry Prose 10 It's a stormy night, and it's long past work time, but I still stay in bed and don't want to wear clothes! I closed the curtains and pushed open the window. It was still raining outside, so I went back to bed. I don't know whose music is playing leisurely, and the cold wind and rain float into my window. My heart can't help pounding, as if the dark sky flashed a dazzling light. I can't help but get up and lie prone on the window. It's an old song "Who Will Stay for Me" sung by Tian Zhen: | I don't talk, my dream is ahead, how long will I walk alone ... When I lack happiness, I have to keep going.
Cold wind, cold rain, sad songs, bad weather, all of which still make people alive, all of which can not help but arouse many memories of the past and vivid and rich reverie!
When I was young, I had a gentle heart I was infatuated with love at that time, like a fantasy, so confident about life and myself. I used to cherish myself, cherish life, cherish life! However, real life always shatters your dreams one after another. In setbacks, you are required to grit your teeth and not yield to fate. You regret, regret and can't extricate yourself in the hope of disillusionment again and again! All this unconsciously cooled my dreams and desires!
I once welcomed the arrival of the sun with open arms. I was covered with frost flowers of rain and snow, and I suspected the morning star of the East for a long time. I used to be so isolated and lonely, longing for the lights on the other side and standing upright in squares and parks. Field, field!
From the innocent and romantic story when I was a child, to the daily necessities and vinegar tea when I grew up, and now to the attached eyes, it seems that there are very few things left in my life. For example, a child bought a beautiful sheep filled with hydrogen at the gate of the supermarket, and the gas inside is losing a little bit, which seems to be a lot. Yesterday's stars were still shining, and my heart was sure that it had jumped to an unstoppable height. It is a feeling that ordinary customs can't have.
Just like when we met and knew each other, there was no language, no commitment, no doubt of quiet inside, no tears of reincarnation, and no accompanying sun and moon. There is only one kind of thought, one kind of thought, one kind of imagination, and one kind of taste that we can't understand all our lives. However, she shines on my heart like moonlight, which fills my body and mind, dominates the tone of my life and fills me with it.
Thank my relatives, friends, colleagues, my family, my Han, for their concern and support for my life! This is a kindness that I can't repay and decipher all my life. God's gift and care, the action of the empty valley and the orchid exudes beauty and sincerity, silently supporting a soul that is unwilling to lag behind!