Ten thousand red leaves, small print full of windows for heartbroken.
Who can be your shadow companion, because the wind flies over the swing wall.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not.
I'm standing right in front of you, but you don't know I love you.
But knowing that we love each other but can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world is not.
We can't be together when we know we love each other.
But obviously can't resist this yearning.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
The furthest distance in the world is not.
Obviously can't resist this yearning.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
But with your indifferent heart to the person who loves you.
Dig an impassable ditch
Tagore
There is another version.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Not in love but not together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One in the sky
One dived into the deep sea.
I once loved you (Russia-Pushkin)
I once loved your love, maybe.
It's not completely dead in my heart,
I hope it won't bother you again,
I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I endured shyness and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do
The most classic:
I love you
But I dare not say.
I'm afraid to say it.
I am going to die soon.
I'm not afraid of death.
But I'm afraid I'm dead.
No one loves you more than I do.
There are too many poems to rhyme with. There are more than n poems by Vincent Fang alone. I'd like to recommend some sentimental poems to you:
Rhyme game
Everyone who knows me knows a secret.
This story always has a foreshadowing.
Usually, the emotions brewed by self-assumptions are sorted out first.
Then write down two Chinese characters with melodramatic style.
Tears or flower season
Pitch adjustment for each next phrase.
The gap between them is actually very deliberate.
Deliberately please the order of reading.
All this is to make the ending look more powerful.
Of course, the middle of the story still needs polishing.
Say a few words from a sad point of view
Sigh or leave
Such elaborate design
Is it just to let the story see Lulai?
Self-righteous beauty
No, actually, all my efforts are piled up.
Pile up these rhyming words.
Just to make the last sentence, the last sentence.
The last sentence is impeccable love you.
About the following things
There has always been a lingering worry in winter.
The fallen leaves reveal their fading jealousy.
What is a starry midsummer night like?
Passing by a city that sells wine everywhere.
The beer cans in the dark alley around the corner are crying again.
No one listened to the story that it was abandoned by ice cubes and glasses.
The north wind blew across the street and rolled up an old newspaper.
The couple who broke up on this day last year just took an oath.
If there were no old newspapers, would the vicissitudes of the north wind appear unreal?
These lines are irrelevant and have no logical words.
What do you mean? How can this be a poem?
Honey, I really, really, really can't explain it to you.
Just like winter never knows sunny days.
Like beer cans, you can never tell the story of being abandoned.
Just as the north wind can never leave old newspapers on the street.
Just like I will never explain these things.
But I do know one thing.
And can say nine words clearly.
I love you until the end of the world.
The weight of my heart
A thousand years ago, Han Li and I wrote Tang poems together.
And this life I began to write lyrics for you.
A woman who lived in Chang 'an in her previous life.
It's my idea of reincarnation.
Waiting for the scenery
I heard it clearly, faintly, with the smell of roses.
In the distance, your bottled mind is very light.
Our love is pure and transparent, slowly from far to near.
The language of poetry
How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright moon?
How can the color of flowers take a faint parting?
How to write the so-called melancholy air after writing it?
Finally, until your smile is everywhere in front of me.
Honey, I just started to understand the language of poetry.
fish
Why are the flowers on the windowsill so quiet?
Who is the night wind whispering to?
Stubborn street lamps bowed their heads in protest.
The moon only tells the secrets of the stars.
but I ...
All the loneliness and frustration.
Infected every emotion that misses you.
although
Your shadow has crowded in my heart.
I will, too
Pretend to be a greedy cat
Make your bad smile cute, happy and melancholy.
carefully
I never get tired of eating fish.
I want to send you a maple leaf.
I want to send you a maple leaf.
Tied up in the clouds like a wad of money.
gentle breeze
Speak my mind
I want to send you a maple leaf.
Embedding in wheat fields at dusk
Keep the fragrance of the soil.
Send my reservation
I want to send you a maple leaf.
Fall into the window overlooking you.
Little morning dew.
Reflect your pure and clear eyes
I want to send you a maple leaf.
The mountain spring where you play.
The gurgling waves are clear and turbulent.
Echoing your gentle and lovely ripples
I want to send you a maple leaf.
Witness my flawless heartstrings
Travel around the world with you
Whether it's flowers, moon or frost, it's warm in spring and cold in autumn.