The winter sun
Very kind
Suitable for the elderly
It suits me, too
I sat by the window.
opposite
The sunlight hides behind the building.
But playing with the shadows on the wall
I see dazzling light.
I want to catch the shadow
Only caught
My white hair
time
The passage of time
The brevity of life
Make time precious.
Time is an angel.
It creates the value of life.
Time is the devil.
It creates the passage of time.
Time is a multiple choice question.
Right and wrong will create a lifetime of value.
time
Shrink it bit by bit, tighten it, and then
Suddenly relaxed, another clockwork
Was broken in the early morning.
The clockmaker clutched an old key tightly.
He is used to this crisp, used to darkness and light.
The exchange of body and soul
This crisp, only he and the tree issued a detailed annual ring.
To understand. But they won't cry, they
Mature and steady, they will take it out in unison.
Let me show you two parts of a tree that has just been cut down.
The sound of seeds breaking ground and growing.
They are all hidden in it, and occasionally cicadas sing.
Jump out of the ring, and then
Sneak back
It's like an old finger sliding across an old record, a slight card.
Shiguang
Poetry/autumn sunshine
A carefree childhood
This is a seven-color crayon.
Graffiti, a pair of crystal wings
Fly into Andersen's fairy tales
Dream boy
Time is a golden river.
A small paper boat carrying dreams
I don't know where it drifted.
Melancholy youth
Time is a hazy wind
come and go in haste
Feelings are deep in my heart.
Helpless middle age
Time is an accidental meeting.
I wonder if I passed by.
Or in a commitment together?
Twilight dusk
Time is a meteor in the sky.
Those are tears from the sky.
Wandering in the flower season of heaven
youth
Youth is a gorgeous sunrise.
Gorgeous and dazzling, thousands of rays of sunshine.
Break through the clouds and be full of vitality.
Dress everything in dazzling gold.
Youth is like the first bud.
Beautiful, charming and fragrant.
Colorful and fragrant.
Let the times become an ocean of flowers
Youth is a symphony of fate.
Grasp the direction and stand on your own two feet.
Perseverance, perseverance
Meet the dawn of life
Youth is the eternal swan song of struggle.
Never hesitate to eat and drink.
Cut through thorns, defeat again and again, fight again and again.
Let the road of life get wider and wider.
Hard-collected yo! Dear, there are really too few people who remember to give a good comment. These are all squeezed out through the teeth.