Broken chapter
Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. ? The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
expect
Xi Murong
in fact
I am looking forward to it
Just for a moment.
I never asked you to give me your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
Meet you
I can love you once when I leave.
therefore
long-lived
No, it was just a moment when I looked back.
You are an April day on earth.
-Compliments of love
Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Light spirit, dancing and changing in the spring.
You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.
It's light, it's graceful, you are, you are wearing a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are full of moons every night. ? .
As yellow as a gosling, when the snow melts, you look tender, as green as a new bud, you are tender and happy, and the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dream floats on the water. ? .
You are a flower on the tree, a swallow whispering between the beams,
-Are you love, warmth and hope? You are the April day on earth!
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me? For this in my most beautiful moment? I prayed to the Buddha for 500 years? Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
So the Buddha turned me into a tree? Growing up in the path you must take? The sun is full of flowers carefully? Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Would you please listen carefully when you come near? Is that trembling leaf the passion I am waiting for? When you finally walk by casually. Fell behind you? Friend, isn't that a petal? It is my withered heart
mistake
Chou-yu Cheng
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you- Never show off on your high branches, like climbing Campbell; If I love you- Never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us.
You have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds.
I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; ? We like fog and rainbows. It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life. This is great love and loyalty: not only love your stalwart body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.