Just for a solemn promise
Your emotional candle
In the boundless twilight
Burning for him for more than ten years.
Candles burn like torches.
But it's hard to melt the ice lake in his heart.
Candles shed tears like blood.
Telling the infatuation of this life and the afterlife.
When the lamp of his life
Swing under the spell of death
Your heart candle, finally in an instant
Burning to ashes, floating in his frozen life.
2
A gaunt and flowery face.
But it is hard to describe the haggard and full feelings.
You are lonely by the window of the years.
I really want to leave my windowless cabin.
Climb to the top of the mountain in front of the door with the girl of your dreams.
Look at the sunset in the west, see the clouds rolling and relaxing.
Men hurt women, so leave quickly.
If a woman hurts her, she will be hostile to her life.
Who is tenderness for and who is resentment for?
In the days of traveling together, it is always stormy.
That little umbrella to keep out the wind and rain.
I've had a woman rip out her bones.
You shudder, but feel wronged, and reluctantly return to the hut.
You hibernate into an ancient silkworm chrysalis.
three
Spring hasn't come yet, and the season is still severe winter.
The icy snowflakes danced with the cold wind.
In the busy downtown area.
You are dragging your numb pain.
Climb wearily on the cross-shaped footbridge
Open your once beautiful eyes.
Among couples who don't understand the cold,
Try to find your former figure.
Let the warmth of the past
Decorate today's lost love
The heart door has been locked for a long time.
All the keys are rusted into the past.
Then change the key.
Insert the painful keyhole
four
Cold can only freeze your lonely years.
But it's hard to freeze your heart full of spring tides.
You stand in front of a persistent observation tree.
Sing for whom and dance for whom.
Longing for a clear sky and spring thunder
Let the long-sleeping spring wake up instantly.
Wake up the young branches and sprout.
Mid-spring, full of green.
There will be an outing who will walk past you.
Choose your centenary expectations and appreciate your blooming.
Waiting for flowers to bloom, Modern Poetry II. A song makes me unable to be silent. I wrote down the words deposited in my heart ... a brewing expression!
Time goes by like water, time purifies the soul, time precipitates deep friendship, time … my waiting, your expectation.
The night sky is busy and quiet.
Seems to be listening, a voice.
Very close, like a whisper in my ear, I held my breath, afraid that the breeze would blow away this wonderful melody.
Indulge in it
I found this is a unique beauty.
//
I heard that-
The sound of the sea, the roar of the mountains
Moistening of Spring Rain and Blooming of Summer Flowers
The intoxication of autumn red is the beauty of everything in the world.
A quiet pace of life
Listen quietly to the voice of expectation. ......
//
In a complicated world, if you learn to listen, you will be relaxed and quiet.
I smiled ......
//
Aside from everything in the world, the heart can wander around the world.
Something has been deposited for a long time, or abandoned all the way in the morning
After the baptism of wind and rain, the precipitation is indifferent beauty.
A tolerant heart can hold an ocean.
Only by living simply can we enjoy the fun of the world.
//
Why, to interfere with yesterday;
Why don't you drop everything and relax forever?
Yesterday, which was once confused, has gradually gone away.
Today, the rhythm of flowers, the sound of running water, I record my heart and accompany my life.
Tomorrow, the navigation of life and the harvest of beautiful scenery are the real fruits.
//
Dance lightly in elegance.
Gently flew down on vilen.
Let you magnanimously take my heart back gently.
The warmth of the ocean, a calm smile.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
A quiet, a flower, only enjoy it.