No one is more intimate and distant than you.
You are always silent.
But you know all my secrets.
Occasionally we communicate with gestures.
You say what I say.
We imitate each other.
Even the pace of walking is the same.
But I often forget your existence.
I'm sure you are too.
In these moments of forgetting each other
What are you doing? What are you thinking?
This is the first time I thought of asking you.
It is dark at night. Where have you been?
Why have I never dreamed of you?
Just like you never dreamed of me.
You know, it's not fair.
You know all my secrets.
I don't even know your name.
Of course, you and I have been together for many years, and it's really hypocritical to ask now.
You are you, and you are my secret in the sun.
We showed up together, but no one knew you.
You are too silent.
My shadow brother
Your modern poem 2 watches your heart break,
I don't have any strength to save it;
Gave you all my heart,
Only my empty soul is left.
Seeing that I can't get out of this besieged city,
I have no strength to face it.
Gave you all my strength,
All that remains is my scar!
You are drifting away, and my heart is broken.
I have a tear in your heart,
It will always be with you.
I gradually turned to ashes, tears in my eyes,
Reflect my feelings for you, how will you face it?
That tear, I used my last strength to face it.
Will your eyes be sad again?
That tear, slipping through your heart,
Is it happy or sad for you?
Will you think of me again,
This tear stays in your heart.
How can I approach you?
Into the spring that blooms everywhere.
Pick the most beautiful flower.
Insert at the beginning of memory
Miss is full of the fragrance of spring.
How can I approach you?
Enter the hot summer in June.
Holding the spring of the valley in one hand.
Sprinkle on the face
Miss the coolness of summer.
How can I approach you?
When the fallen leaves fall, it is close to autumn.
Pick up a burning red leaf
Bookmark your memory
Hide the red beans of acacia in your heart
How can I approach you?
Close to snowy winter
Stepping on falling snowflakes
To find the plum fragrance in my dream.
Frozen thoughts cover the white treetops.
How can I approach you?
I just want to experience the cycle of four seasons.
Write the scenery of the four seasons as long thoughts.
Let go of long-term thinking
Write a few short lines of poetry
How can I approach you?
I just want to keep my eyes open
Leave behind you.
I just want to let my sadness
Get out of that jungle
How can I approach you?
I just want to smile and think of you.
Get out of the shadow you left me.
I just want to let the tears of missing
Into your Na Pianhai.
How can I approach you?
How could I lose you?
I tried my best, but I still couldn't get it back.
My dream, my soul
My thoughts. my love
Your modern poem 4 forgot what you were thinking when you heard this song.
I can't explain why I forgot it like this.
In a word, I purified my soul because of your songs.
Listening to your beautiful singing,
The ethereal spirit in my mind is elegant,
Then it circled over the city.
Just now, I went up the mountain to see the lotus.
I don't know why I just take a look at my heart to make it more pure.
In short, because I saw the lotus, I was indifferent and smooth.
A lot of ordinary people's things,
So I know when to see the lotus,
Because no matter what kind of mood,
Because your heart has been purified unconsciously,
Ah, just when I came down the hill to listen to that earphone,
This song made me forget everything,
While listening to this song,
The devil didn't touch it because of my thoughts,
It can't help me,
To be exact, I escaped the temptation of the devil.
So I woke up and started to wake up,
This song is better than the best panacea in the world.
I thank this holy lotus and song,
It's not just a salute with your arms around your chest.
Ah, I've been resisting like this these days,
The temptation of the devil is so unbridled,
When I woke up in this song,
I think of the willow bank the day before yesterday.
It's raining in Mao Mao,
A good impression will be remembered by a kind heart.
Light rain fluttering in the wind,
Like a fountain pen dyed with watercolor,
And painted the willows in groups of green,
Really, just like that painting,
The wind and rain are blowing,
Swaying,
Thinking of this, my heart has become beautiful again.
Not just for it, put your hands together.
Ah, this song is as light as dancing.
This song led to the sublimation of the realm.
This song is like a wave that stretches across Wan Li.
It is said that the singer has never been married.
I don't care about the name and benefit of copyright,
Because she writes lyrics and composes music,
Naturally, there is no desire to stick to songs.
Therefore, it purifies people's hearts,
In this way, listening to it again deepened my gratitude.
Who borrowed this song to let me go back to the land of lotus,
I survived the disaster through the inspiration of this song.
I not only put my hand on my chest.
So I remember,
When I reached the top of the mountain,
I feel the power of compassion,
Ah, is that really the dharma body of the master?
Caring for his disciples,
Just when I was confused at the most critical moment,
Give me the feeling of singing,
I woke up to the sky,
Because of the divine power from outside the universe,
As long as you trust him, you will help him to the end.
I not only put my hand on my chest.
Not everyone pas by knows each other,
Not everyone you know will be worried.
At least we didn't miss it when we turned around in this life.
Knowing you in the vast sea of people is the joy of my life.
If it's really not easy to meet you on earth,
Thank God for giving us the fate of knowing each other and falling in love.
Once I brought you happiness, once you brought me happiness.
Once I made you anxious and helpless, once you made me wait and expect.
Once, we all forgot ourselves and felt the feeling of heartbeat.
Not every love has good memories,
Not every memory is so unforgettable.
Although I can't grow old together, I still give my true heart.
Because you are the concern that I can never give up in this life.
What it's like to lose someone you love the most,
It turns out that giving up is as difficult as loving you.
You really loved me, then I am very happy.
Even if I can't accompany you to the ends of the earth, I still care about you in my heart.
I will bless you and wish you happiness and peace forever!
When I am unhappy, you will cry with me.
When I am unhappy, you are your pistachio.
When I am lonely, I have you to talk with me.
When I am sad, you will be as sad as I am.
When I dreamed of you, you were thinking of me. ...
Don't give me too much, don't make any promises,
I don't want you to take any responsibility. No, you can remember me deeply,
As long as you think of me once in a while,
I occasionally think of the man who once loved you deeply,
... gave you a whole heart.
To me, you will always be a special person.
In my life, you will always be different.
No matter how old the years make me,
I will always have your place in my heart,
I won't forget the time you spent with me.
Let me stop for this moment, and I just want to say this sentence in this life:
I really really love you. You are a lady I can't forget today.
I hate it, because who has it?
Eternal lingering and speechless
Tears in the corner of my eyes, for whom?
Infinite pity seems to be sentient beings
Maple leaf red, how many degrees is the spring and autumn cycle?
When lovers say goodbye, how long will this continue?
The six stories in your modern poetry are like Wu Peng moving slowly.
The evening rain on the horizon suddenly passed through the town, and frogs were heard in the mud pond under the bridge.
The story is like a slowly moving awning, an umbrella brace, and the wind wrinkles several fine lines.
There are several vines wrapped around the blue bricks and tiles, and passers-by can be seen faintly in the narrow lanes of slate.
Who will brew a pot of Biluochun, scoop a spoonful of lotus seed soup and hug a pillow at the door of the store?
Lend me a few nights.
Lv Ying sleeve slightly cold, fishing lamp, where to catch wine Weng, ear asked.
Can you warm yourself with two lamps and make a brazier?
Lend me a few more nights to foretell the fate of Jiangnan.
Waiting for a Zheng, waiting for a past life.
How many rings does the old tree have? Green hair is the foil of white hair.
Poetry and wine dusk
Roof, moonlight, courtyard fence, bamboo stool.
I use poetry wine * * * you cook the afterheat of the sunset and lean on crutches in the shade.
Steaming glutinous rice slowly with osmanthus, and then sealing several jars of new wine in the cellar.
When you get old, it is mellow, as thick as a kiss between your eyebrows and your lips.
Let me become serious in my life.
Who burns sandalwood in Zen? I'm only pious because your eyebrows are folded.
When we were in junior high school, we acquiesced.
Misty rain sounds like you are following, quietly hiding in this fishing village.
Waiting for the knocking at the door of the past life, waiting for the passing of that moment.
You are dedicated with love words, and you are infatuated with the beautiful scenery of Yuanyang.
Can you borrow a few nights to lay the groundwork for the fate of Jiangnan?
Play a zither, welcome past lives, let me be serious in this life, and go to your last journey.
Your modern poem 7 has gone through many years.
The sea of hearts is no longer turbulent.
After a lot of things.
Eyes learned to filter amorous feelings.
Those noisy chirps
I regard it as the wind under my wings.
Just to enjoy a confident flight.
Those warm eyes
I quietly treasured it at the tip of my pen.
Remember the emotion in poetry.
And you, your clean smile
Actually, unintentionally
Break into the sky of my destiny
Melt my perfect defense
Melted the hard ice of the world
Into a free-flowing stream.
Like plum blossoms blooming in winter snow
There are many customs without writing.
But found
It turns out that beauty is still there
It's just that I accidentally blindfolded myself to find beauty.
I don't know why I blindfolded myself.
I used to walk alone in the sigh of the sea.
I don't know why I blindfolded myself.
Forget the stars overhead on a stormy night.
I don't know why I blindfolded myself.
Has the world changed or my mood changed?
Become only one body and lose the soul.
Since your smile
Break into the dusty sky of my destiny.
But found
It turns out that beauty is still there
It's just that I accidentally blindfolded myself to find beauty.
After many years and many landscapes.
Experienced a lot of things, experienced a lot of cold
Since your smile
Break into the dusty sky of my destiny.
But found
It turns out that beauty is still there
It's just that I accidentally blindfolded myself to find beauty.
A corner of your white shirt is still exposed.
The vintage phonograph is still creaking in circles.
The hydrangea in front of the window has turned blue and white.
The grass ring caught the brightest smile.
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The carousel in the corner garden is still in love.
Whose window is that handsome bike parked in?
Those little secrets of the fleeting time
In whose diary did you become a star?
/
You and that persistent lingering have become an impenetrable line.
Repair my broken doll into the sweetest miss.
A boy, a city, childhood songs
Settle into bricks and leave them on the wall.
/
When did it start to rain?
The fragrance of wisteria is forgotten and withered.
And our promise not to cry.
And I stubbornly wrote forever.
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Some people waste a lot of time.
Some people can touch the years of their lives.
There are others, such as your teenagers.
It also makes someone's eyes sour.
We were buried together in the treasure chest under the tree.
Can you still find the letter I wrote to you?
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Scribbled handwriting, pink writing paper.
I said we'll never miss it again.
In the coffee shop on the corner.
I'll smile and say
long time no see
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You are a modern poet, but you once really loved someone.
You can't bear to walk far.
You will wait quietly at the place where you first met.
But I lost the courage to express my love.
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Love is like life.
Some things can only be understood after experience.
There is an encounter in life.
Enough to surprise you with no regrets.
/
Remember the temperature when shaking hands?
Remember your clenched heartbeat.
Love makes people taste sweet.
It also makes people feel silent pain.
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Time is changing.
We have been growing.
Watching you from a distance
Taste the joys and sorrows of life from a distance.
/
Time has passed.
Why can't I forget you?
Are you doomed to be powerless in my destiny?
Are you destined to be the shoulder I can't lose?
/
If there ever comes a day when
I disappeared from your world.
Will your heart get lost at some point?
The emotions I experienced eventually became vague legends.
/
Missing is a handful of pure water.
Fall into eyes and turn into tears.
Falling in my heart turned into a sad feeling.
The poem I wrote for you is wet on the paper.
/
Who can understand these cold words?
Hidden countless vivid emotions.
If one day we can't be together
I can only move myself with this poem of love.
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If one day I lose you.
I have forgotten how to love someone passionately.
If one day I don't remember that I love you.
I believe that the poem I wrote for you will remember that I love you.
Your modern poem 10 I wonder how many people often do this.
Sometimes a feast, sometimes a cup of tea.
Sometimes it's heavy makeup, sometimes it's plain.
Sometimes flowers are blooming, and sometimes the lights are dim.
The scene of life is always changing.
Roles are also changing.
Sometimes you are a listener,
Sometimes you are an echo,
Sometimes you speak freely,
Sometimes you listen carefully.
No matter what the scene, no matter how the role changes,
I just want to know whether you chose it or it chose you!
No matter who chooses who, I just want to be as free as the wind.
Life is always spent in choosing and being chosen;
And always change in the leading role and supporting role.
It doesn't matter whether you adapt or not.
What matters is freedom.
There is no need to discuss the definition and meaning of freedom.
Just enjoy its happiness and freedom.
Some people may say that the ideal is beautiful and the reality is painful.
However, aren't people all challenging the painful reality under the encouragement of beautiful ideals?
So, enjoy!
Whether you choose life or life chooses you!
Because the choice is not yours, the enjoyment is yours.
Enjoy it, just like me, get up at three in the morning and write casually.