you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Second, a generation
The night gave me black eyes,
I use it to find the light.
Third, the land is curved.
The land is curved.
I can't see you.
I can only see from a distance.
The blue sky in your heart
Blue? True blue
Blue is language.
I want to make the world happy.
The smile froze in my mouth.
Give me a cloud.
Erase the sunny time
My eyes need tears.
My sun needs sleep.
Fourth, I am a wayward child.
I am a wayward child.
I want to paint windows all over the world.
Let all eyes accustomed to darkness get used to light.
perhaps
I am a child spoiled by my mother.
I am very self willed
I hope
Every moment.
As beautiful as colored crayons.
I hope
You can draw on your beloved white paper.
Freedom to paint clumsily.
Draw the next picture Never.
With tears in my eyes
A piece of sky
A feather and leaf belonging to the sky.
Light green night and apples
I want to draw the morning.
Draw dew
The smile you can see.
Draw all the youngest
Love without pain
She has never seen a cloud.
Her eyes are the color of a clear sky.
She always looks at me.
Forever, watch
Never turn around suddenly.
I want to paint the distant scenery.
Draw a clear horizon and water waves
Draw many happy rivers.
Painting mountains—
Full of fuzzy fluff
I put them together.
Let them fall in love.
Let every acquiescence
Every quiet spring is exciting.
Be a little flower's birthday.
I also want to paint the future.
I haven't seen her, and I can't.
But I know she is beautiful.
I drew her autumn clothes.
Draw those burning candles and maple leaves
I paint a lot because I love her.
Extinguished heart
Hua wedding
Draw an early-rising festival-
There is cellophane on it.
And illustrations of northern fairy tales
I am a wayward child.
I want to erase all my misfortunes.
I think on earth
Draw all the windows
Let all eyes get used to the darkness.
Accustomed to the light
I want to paint a style.
Draw a mountain higher than the last one.
Draw the desire of the oriental nation
Draw the sea—
Endless sweet sound
Finally, in the corner of the paper
I want to paint myself, too
Draw a koala
He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.
Sitting on a quiet branch
stare blankly
He has no home.
There is no heart in the distance.
He only has, a lot.
Berry dream
And big eyes.
I hope
think
But somehow,
I have no crayons.
Don't get a color moment.
I only have me.
My fingers and pain.
Just shredded pieces.
Beloved white paper
Let them find butterflies.
Let them disappear from today.
I'm still a kid.
A child spoiled by an imaginary mother
I am very self willed
V. Flowering trees
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Six, Qilixiang
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
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Seven, mountain road
I seem to have promised you
want to be with you
Walk up that beautiful mountain road
You said the hillside was full of new tea.
There are also good acacia trees.
I seem to have promised you
On a distant spring afternoon
Tonight under the lamp
Comb my first white hair
I suddenly remembered something I couldn't remember.
Keep your promise.
Unexplained sadness
On that mountain road
Are you a teenager?
Still waiting for me?
Still looking around eagerly
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Eight, plug
Please sing a song for me.
In that forgotten ancient language
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.
Great rivers and mountains in my heart
That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.
Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?
If you don't want to hear it,
That's because ... ...
There is no desire for you in the song.
We always have to sing and sing.
Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away
It's like sand whistling through the desert.
Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.
Heroes ride strong.
Go home with honor.
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Nine, choose
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
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X. Meeting for the first time
Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are the same.
Both, but not desirable.
It often appears at the most unexpected moment.
I like that dream.
In the dream, everything can start all over again.
Everything can be explained slowly.
I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.
The ecstasy and gratitude when you can come back.
My heart is full of happiness.
Just because you're right in front of me
Smile at me like you did then.
I really like that dream.
Know that you have traveled thousands of miles for me.
But I think the grass is delicious and the color is bright.
It seems that you and I just met.
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XI。 Revelation in the rain
If it rains after rain
If there is still sorrow after sorrow.
Please let me face this separation calmly.
Leave and keep looking with a smile
A you who will never appear again.
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Twelve, one of the green spring
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
XIII. Leading edge
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world.
So my love, what was our past life like?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
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Fourteen Why?
I can lock the pen. Why?
But can't lock love and sadness.
Why in a long life?
Joy is always love at first sight.
The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time.
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Fifteen. Looking forward to it
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
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Sixteen. say goodbye to
Not all dreams can come true in time.
Not everything is told to you in time.
Guilt and regret
Always plant it deeply in your heart after parting.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
Eventually it will be empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've been doing this all the time
Miss yesterday's flowers.
Missed the gift again
We are going to repeat the same parting today.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life.
Walk a thousand miles.
In the twilight
Bow deeply to you
Please take care of me.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
It will be empty in the end.
17 years old, exotic
So night came.
Knocking on my November window
Wake up from the fragrance of the south
Wake up from a dream of going home
The lights in Brussels are brilliant.
I was the only one in the crowd.
The audience voted that I was lonely.
It's not my tears when it rains.
Outside the window, there was a rustle and the sound of wood falling.
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18. Millennium aspirations
Forever hope
The moonlit night at the age of twenty.
You can come back again
Live that life again
however
Shangshifeng
Don
How many flowers?
How many idle girls are there?
I think after they return to the jade steps.
I can only cut roses in vain.
Insert into a bottle
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Nineteen. Shanyue
I came here on the moon.
Just because you're in the mountains
The mountain wind blows the hair, neck and bare shoulders.
I wear hanfu for moonlight.
Moonlight suit, I wear Hanfu.
There is new green in the forest, just like my youth.
Youth is as transparent as wine. You can drink it and leave.
But in the end, how many things have changed between us?
But I can't forget it.
What can't be forgotten is the moon.
According to the Great Wall, according to Dongting, and then into the mountains that night.
From then on, sadness was shattered.
Into countless voices and smiles
Attack me with fragrance on an April night.
The second spring hit my frustration.
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Twenty years old, looking back.
I have been looking forward to a beautiful love.
So I will abandon you without hesitation.
On the road of wandering, I have been looking for it.
But I didn't expect to turn back
You are young, and you will never go far.
You have never been a little separated in my heart.
When spring comes, they sing again and again.
Sandstorm Day in binjiang road
Moonlight in front of Lishui Street.
Who picked the jasmine flowers in the garden that morning?
A skirt fluttering in the wind at the ferry head
Surf in the wind and fall.
The years buried deep underground turned into amber.
Before the gray dawn, I looked back in dismay.
Dear friends.
Does a bird have to burn itself to become a phoenix?
Is it necessary for youth to be stupid?
Love will be sad.
The following are ancient poems:
Wangtianmen Mountain 1
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Step 2 Give it to Wang Lun.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
3. Visit ancient Vietnam and China.
Gou Jian, the king of Yue, broke Wu's return, and the righteous returned home. Maid-in-waiting is like a flower in Man Chun Hall, but only partridges are flying today.
4. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
5, quiet night thinking
There is a bright moon in front of the bed, could there have been a frost already?. Look up at the bright moon and miss your hometown with your head down.
6. Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
7. Look at Lushan Waterfall
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
8. Midnight Haruka, Wu Ge
Lovely reed flowers in the west, picking mulberry leaves by the water. She stretched out her white hand among the green branches, and the golden sunshine dyed her rosy robe red. My silkworm is hungry. I can't stay. Don't stay with your five-horse carriage. I pray.
9. Midnight Wu Ge Summer Song
On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke. Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious. Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.
10, midnight in Qiu Ge, Wu Ge.
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?