Time Prose Poetry 1
一
The love song of the wind is chanted on the treetops. Time slipped from the trees; days also passed from spring to autumn all at once.
That night, the long dream was still floating in the clouds and mist. Even if you close your eyes, you can still embrace your youthful years, but when you wake up, your temples will turn gray into autumn frost.
When I get older, I really want to hold Chun’s hand, but as soon as I turn around, time flies by; the days also slip by and disappear quietly between my fingers.
二
Before the heat of summer is over, the branches are covered with bright red autumn leaves, and the hibernating frog drums have disappeared without a trace. Picking up a flying sycamore leaf and binding it into an annals of memory, the feeling of returning to its roots after the fallen leaves gradually became stronger...
When looking at hometown, I looked at it like a bright autumn moon. I had no choice but to hold on to the rays of light and let my heart return to my hometown as soon as possible.
三
In life, those warmest verses are getting higher and higher, like sorghum under the golden sun, thirsty for a season of nectar and jade liquid, and a new one has begun. journey. And those decadent plots gradually emerged, making the golden autumn of life covered with autumn frost.
What if, the wheel of time continues to run over the forehead and the rusty years. Being alone in a corner, with your own figure as your companion, is also an unacceptable fact.
IV
Time flies like an arrow, always flying between my eyebrows, the moment I close and open my eyes. From picking up the ark of love leaf by leaf, to the fragments of time gradually being lost, there is a lot of pain, like passing smoke, disappearing in the distant years. Facing the coming difficulties and dangers, we can only let the clouds and rain turn into rainbows, and use a ladder to reach the pinnacle of life.
Oh, only by connecting the fragments of time into the colorful bridge of time and the footprints of time can we bear the fruits of life.
五
As time goes by, all dreams will gradually grow old. There will no longer be the frivolity and fantasy of youth, and there will no longer be the ambition and ambition of youth. Therefore, tranquility and tranquility are the cornerstones of keeping time.
Time passes, and the years are quiet. For a person who is traveling around the world, this is a very rare life uphold. Although time ends with a cry, the more stories there are in the luggage, the more vicissitudes of the burden on the heart, and the harder it is to live a relaxed, joyful, happy and ordinary life. Time Prose Poetry 2
Autumn is here, I sleep in the rainy and passionate Jiangnan,
I rest my head against the cold in the secluded courtyard,
Watch the misty rain Hengqiu's thoughts,
I sit with you in the small building and listen to Huiyan.
Tens of thousands of raindrops carry out rainy words,
I am lucky to have you by my side in this life,
You are not a beautiful mistake,
It is the shore that I have crushed my whole life to pieces.
When the morning dew drinks into my heart day after day,
I don’t send my lovesickness or add sorrow to the clouds and smoke,
With you here, I am happy to send you to the court. In the evening, we have idle chatter,
The drunkenness of my love under the music increases every night.
The fallen leaves have turned yellow, and I can’t help but feel the autumn mood in my heart.
I want to block you out through a glass window,
But I don’t care about you. The figures are all there,
I no longer accompany Qiu Yu, the sorrow and flowers fall, and the sadness is difficult to reconcile.
The curtain of rain seems to have opened before the sun shines,
With the gentle fragrance lingering in your eyes,
Even if the mountains and rivers are vast,
My peace of mind sinks into the vicissitudes of life.
Listening at night, the water and sky in front of the court are full of infatuation.
The turbulent years are not easy after all.
Now, why do you need to wash your rouged face with sad autumn tears alone?
How can I bear to let you wander the balcony alone?
Clearly, I only love this time in this life,
Carrying the mist and rain of morning and evening with you,
Painting with two hearts A pool of affectionate and drunken jade plates,
Collect the words whispered in the ears over the years.
When I met you, the warmth of love condensed between my fingers,
Putting my fate to take refuge in front of the Buddha,
Perhaps you are the boat that will ferry me to grow old together.
The most beautiful encounter is the shore for me to dock.