Rule 1: Life is the meeting of a drop of water and the vastness of the sea.
A white cloud greets the embrace of the sky.
A flower meets another flower's love.
The spark of one soul meeting another.
Life is an encounter.
I met you and started my trek.
A trek is an arrival.
One arrives for the other.
I approach you with a sense of mission.
To accomplish the most important thing in life.
To enjoy the most beautiful scenery on the road of destiny.
I put all my efforts and strength into it.
Through the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Still deducing the dream of the four seasons.
Travel through time
Still deducing the elegance of the years
Life is an encounter.
People come and go.
I met another self.
It can bloom gracefully.
Chapter two: There is no absolute river in life, and there is no absolute river in life.
When it dries up,
But not completely dead.
His flow direction
It's his way home again.
Populus euphratica on both sides withered.
Waiting for the lost lover
From those flabby breasts
Send the memory of the deceased to a distant place.
The city was born in the mountains.
Disappeared at the seaside again
People ran from one end to the other.
A brand-new spacious room
Waiting for resurrection
There is no absolute river.
Until death
No one put you
Extremely forgetful
Article 3: Life is an illusion.
I tried to write a village:
Long reeds, higher than my shoulders.
Smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up thousands of miles across the river bank.
A fictional cormorant, standing in
On a stranded bamboo raft
You're right behind me. Turn around.
You can see in the distance.
Looking for our arrival, looking for
Our departure
B
I tried to make up a beautiful story:
There is a house and a French window.
Sunlight shines in and is rendered into ink painting.
The way you look at me.
In the dark, I passed through misty rain town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Waiting for a strange moment
Look back at that time.
Bury the foreshadowing of this story
Blue stone road, dancing raindrops.
Waiting for you to disappear from the dusk
The breeze found its way.
Cover up the ending
C
The rain fell on the banana like a spell, and the flowers fell to the ground with shame.
The beauty of the whole city is fleeting.
The sky will be clear, but it is not clear.
The rain brought by the spring tide came too late, and no one left behind in the wild crossing.
Moonlight is always salvaged.
Send it to you
D
I will never go too far.
Only in the apartment.
Yesterday's leisure thinking.
You take my hand and hide.
The secret of a thousand years
I never thought of walking thousands of miles alone.
There is only hiking in the story.
Comb memory
Your smile once brought me.
Migrate like migratory birds
E
I tried to make up a you:
Wearing a tall ponytail is longer than the distance between you and me.
Selling powder, calligraphy and painting are all over the world.
Make a chair and put it away.
In your shadow
I'm right behind you. Take it.
The brush that makes up everything.
Graffiti is a start, graffiti.
An ending
Article 4: Life is a habit, when we grow into loveliness.
We are too young to care.
When we become annoying
We are getting old. sorry
When we are numb with fatigue
Our goal is death.
Our lives
This is a journey of life and death.
It's just that some people think it's long and hard
Some people feel short and happy.
But anyway,
We must all move forward.
Because of us, no way back.
Otherwise, we have no choice.
Captain x
Fortunately,
Each of us has formed such a habit.
It will never end.
Chapter 5: Life is a poem. Life is a poem.
Not only a little old
You must have rhythm.
Think about youth.
The undulating notes will increase your charm.
Life is a sentimental poem.
In a long line of poetry
There are duality and parallelism.
Sighs and questions form poetry.
It won't make you feel lonely.
Please don't be stingy with what you should pay.
Don't miss what you should have.
You know, opportunities are fleeting.
Life is an unusual poem.
Maybe in middle age or old age
differentiate
-Tears, laughter,
The true meaning of passion and pain
I'm going to sing a swan song.
You can't be glib.
come
-Cover up the secret
Article 6: Life is a comma. Life is a comma.
You keep your head down.
But I can't find my way back.
just as
People can't step into the same river
Every step
Inherit the trace of the front foot.
The singer who led you on your pilgrimage.
Dazzle you at a scenic spot.
But you
Soon found out
This is just a departure stop.
All the glory, cheers and pain were cleared away again.
The boiling point is 99 degrees.
Bypass the sight of 100.
Draw the dividing line of a new era
There is another gene that will copy your image.
Transition in your unfinished space
Continue your dream in this life.
It's his long-cherished wish.
In the reproduction from generation to generation
In the staggered waterfalls
The progress of civilization
Life should come to an end.
restructure
halt for a rest
Don't say goodbye with semicolons for the time being.
Love life, I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
Chapter 8: Praise life, unless you can stop and look back at this withered life from a distance.
Excuse me, how to rewrite it
Yesterday's light and beauty
Flowing through your fingers
I release my youth.
I've seen flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.
Thought of such a road
Autumn leaves are flying on both sides.
Tears blur the course of life.
I guess
The falling of maple leaves is the pursuit of the wind.
Or don't you leave the tree?
Youth is like a gorgeous flower.
Anido Z.
Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.
innocent