The desolation of the desert was laughed at.
Loneliness of rain
Shannaobian
Still very quiet.
hillside
This is a night talk.
The black road is very long.
But I can't tell you.
The crackling of leaves.
Still rocking.
Rolling the sadness of rainy night.
It's a star
Decorated with boundless blue sky.
Hair line through the years
make a living
Gorgeous bronze color
Bright colors bring fragrance.
Drop a drop of ink on your forehead.
Acacia cinnabaris
Dye ink into the sea.
A ship raised a sail.
The rain fell drop by drop.
Qin's eyebrows were dyed a little dark red.
That's a piece of acacia red bean for you.
Concentrate in the center of the painting
That was the moment I left the pen.
Touched your eyes.
Desolate modern poetry II. Some of them have been deserted in the fleeting time, and may eventually become strangers.
I stayed up late last night and finally watched a dawn.
What kind of beauty is that ... simple but so majestic, giving people a deep shock. ...
Dawn with countless memories, long or short, good or bad.
With the sunshine all day, the days are repeating the disappearance of the past bit by bit …
Some are vain, some are empty, even in the silent night and warm afternoon, there will be a little regret and loss.
There is no reason, no reason, just an uncontrollable feeling from the bottom of my heart …
What is lost is the past, the past. It's clouds and smoke. Everything is like a flash in the pan, and it disappears all over the floor after a moment of youth.
The love and hate of those years will eventually become memories.
Disappear with the running time in the slow years, and remember together …
People and things I've been thinking about.
After all, it can't stand the recording of time and the playing of memory.
When the first ray of sunshine shines on the windowsill one morning, it will suddenly feel like a lifetime ago.
The outline of the past, which was once said not to be forgotten, has been diluted by time.
Don't recognize the original appearance ...
All the people in memory are slowly leaving, scattered in every corner of the world.
And all I can think about is dead white.
It was all over at dusk.
When all the helplessness evaporates silently in the sunset.
This innate loneliness and loneliness is only faint …
Those hourglasses are prosperous after all, but they can't compare with time, but they can't compare with foreign things.
I can only stand pale at the end of the season covered with fallen leaves and feel sad alone …
Everything fades in the polishing of time, and I can't even find a trace of innocence …
Moonlight flows into loneliness everywhere … but it is also quiet …
Suddenly an idea came into being.
perhaps
After a long time, go to that bustling place again, and you will find that we are just strangers …
The desolate modern poem 3 has never been a way to reassure me.
There has never been a state of peace for me.
Maybe I never chose
Not eligible for complete liberation.
Used to leaving everything behind.
So the pain in the middle of the night is so deep and so long.
If you can't abandon them, you must learn to accompany them.
Whether it's loneliness or fear.
Also began to learn to forget.
I don't know whether I'm waiting for my life to run out or expecting to choose another way to survive.
When year after year, day after day, time is passing.
When I was still waiting in the same place, was it doomed to vicissitudes?
It is no longer relevant to see people who have loved and hated.
Then, my love, when you are desolate and devastated, how can I miss and let go?
People can live by spirit, which I have always believed is the power that can be spent every day.
I can be poor and ugly. Please tell me how different you are.
I can trust my beauty and wealth, and I can spend these hours with peace of mind. In fact, sometimes people are that simple, aren't they?
People who are flustered, at a loss, and heartbroken.
They are only a short moment.
All the prosperity and noise, loneliness and loneliness
It only exists in the heart.
No matter how complicated and gorgeous the world we live in.
If you stand at the origin, you can see that the world is still the same as the original belief.
But I want to tell you that I am different from the hateful and ignorant girl you saw at first.
Although I am still so selfish and unhappy.
But I also learned to accept what I can't get and what I am about to lose.
Including you, I will forget you forever, just as you forget me.
Finally one day, in the darkness and hopelessness, I will be numb and panic to myself.
I said it seemed that all the pain and depravity had left me.
I'm not me. I'm just watching. Everything exists, it just happens, and there will be no result.
I'm just wasting endless time, letting all the emptiness ripple and waiting for the vicissitudes of life.
This kind of life is not the life I want, but the life I have been facing and experiencing.
Still going on. I had nothing to do with that.
So at midnight, I played an affectionate song for myself.
This is what I told you, and it is also my deepest thought.
I will still remember what my dear CH wrote to me:
The reason why butterflies can fly.
It is the wings that give it desire.
The shadows in the sky are not evenly illuminated.
Then we mistake it for power.
So please insert wings for me. If we can't cross this voyage, let's sink into this dream together and never wake up.