1.
Under the high gray tile red wall, a window in the small door is closed.
silent.
I wonder if it has been opened?
or, when did you open it and then close it?
Old and simple, the color gives people a kind of secret sadness.
a feeling that is not clear.
come out and be honest with your inner truth. Can you do it yourself?
are you alone outside, thinking about what's on your mind in the window?
or, when the window is closed, I miss the footsteps outside.
The blue cheongsam shows the beauty of the East to the fullest.
for whom? To whom? To whom is this spoony waiting?
I feel that the dim light and shadow can't see the sadness of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Your thoughts are beautiful, and your intentions are true.
It's so beautiful that people who look in the mirror are too shy to wake up.
2.
The heavy stone makes the charming beauty realize the rigid and quiet bearing.
The charm of a woman makes the stone dare not move its supple reliance.
beautiful people are like flowers.
The flower is placed beside the stone, and the stone is a safe haven for the flower to rest.
Flowers are fairies between heaven and earth, proud and beautiful dancers in the eyes of stones.
Time is like water, is it necessary to interpret this sad and noble fate by waiting?
the picture of silence hurts the most.
Wordless poems are the saddest.
The stone of reincarnation has been silent for a hundred years. At this moment, she was in her arms and said everything she wanted to say.
The eaves are dripping through the stone, and the eaves are weaving nets, but her answer is only a sigh that she doesn't understand.
3.
I'm sad.
because I was lonely.
I understand.
because I have chatted with myself.
I didn't say it because I already knew the result.
4.
Being close at hand can only be suitable for a quiet life.
If you break this peace restlessly, you will be tortured by the impossible result for a lifetime.
Stone is formed by the gathering of sand grains of love, and dissipates in the wind and rain erosion of ruthless years.
A woman's lingering tenderness will always leave an unforgettable mark on a stone, which is the promise of love.
infatuation is hard to change.
The stone's efforts to retain water make it more attached to you.
motionless.
a person blooms quietly. Second, the misty fascination
is the involvement of dreams
In your favorite poems,
find the tears holding hands
and render the blank missing stationery
silently implicate the back of the past life
It is better to disappear, break up in reincarnation
Destiny dictates, and meet this ethereal and dusty charm
The deep mud in the past. That familiar and profound name
lingered on the lips of dancing wildly for
too long, and didn't give up or give up
No matter how down and out
it's the reason why a warm spring blossom
You said that when autumn's sideburns and a full moon fall
the promise of a dream bloomed
there was some hate, but more. Your gentleness
has always been my persistent charm.
Cover your mouth, your eyes are a cup of poisonous wine.
At the moment of fingertip parting, I drank it as strong as a knife.
Turn around, and my heart beat irrepressible.
Curl up in a hard time.
I clearly know that the world is full of filth and lies. Deception
is still in the disturbing breeze
Counting the falling snowflakes year after year
fans, the smooth back writes down your last name in this life
At the moment of life and death
The delusion buried in your limbs pierces the pain of nothingness
Plum blossoms, and behind the innocent thoughts
the wind blows and flowers open my smiling mouth.