Prose poetry 1 fleeting time
It happens every year.
Time flies as the years go by.
That thing,
My face is beginning to wrinkle.
Cherry blossom clouds stop flowing in summer.
The dream of giving birth is uncertain.
Flowers wither and wood rot.
Life goes on,
Twist and crawl.
Give me a cold dagger,
Let my heart not be so tired and dull.
Give me an island,
Scatter memories on every green leaf,
Let the sun shine, let the sea breeze blow,
Guillarte-like test,
Guiard's death.
When the sea flooded my heart,
My eyes are fixed on the distance.
The distant whistle faded away.
At the end of the horizon.
A smile covered my sunset.
Tears flow in this Wang Yang,
It will follow,
I will accompany you through the final journey.
When the hermit crab occupied my body,
That's the power of my love.
My body is cold,
Come on, come on,
Have a warm family;
Have a lovely child;
There is a man who loves you.
If, one day, you can remember me.
Or would you like to come to me again?
Think about everything I've done for you.
Please dust the wood,
Leave your affectionate kiss.
When one day I decided
When I rummaged through my heart and mentioned you again.
I know,
I will be doomed to be lonely all my life.
You don't promise, you don't say you're sorry, you predict the risk, but I'm stuck in it.
You said we were together,
Look at the deep blue sky,
Look at the blue waves.
But hiding far away alone,
Put the phoenix in the dark,
Created a sacred dawn.
You said you didn't like jokes,
Don't like dressing up,
Without an appreciative partner,
You don't know,
Who else will see it,
Your pretty face.
Essay 3: Your scarred back turned into a flute, singing the distance you never walked.
The ending of a story is always a bit gloomy.
There is no comma behind reality.
The emergence of the period,
It shows the joys and sorrows of a story.
You said that if you were here, you would protect me for a hundred years without worrying.
I am here,
You've gone far,
Leaving a lonely background,
Tell those past memories.
In this most beautiful time, there is you.
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You have passed my heart,
We used to be happy,
No sadness, no regret.
Those difficult years, we walked together,
Tears filled our strong life.
In the end, we,
Just passing by.
Like your face when you were young,
Recall the changes of time.
The happy old days,
Still playing back a little.
Bits and pieces of life,
Full of joy and sadness.
I like your frank personality,
Time is not shallow.
Although we often quarrel,
Sometimes because of a joke, my face is red and my ears are astringent.
You can be vulnerable sometimes,
Need a strong shoulder.
We cried and laughed together,
Life is not easy, but we still go through it firmly.
Although we are all passers-by,
How bumpy the road ahead is.
We love each other deeply and care about each other.
Accidental meeting also turned into a hasty farewell.
Life forced us to have no choice.
Many years later, we all had our own lives.
Often get together, talking and laughing,
Think back to the years we passed together.
My heart is full of sadness. Who should I tell?
I can only watch the sunrise and sunset silently.
Prose Poem 5 Memories of fleeting time
Lonely stars stare blankly at the sky above them.
Sparse clouds move their feet indefinitely.
Various settings are rolling in my mind.
Back then, I didn't worry about anything.
Choose to give up at the most glorious moment
Leave many things and people to fate.
Like to travel, free, tired of rules and regulations.
As you wish, it's not what you think
Come to a strange place
I just vaguely remember here.
Work hard with your head down.
Forget the glitz around you.
Forget the noise of the city
Forget the freshness of the countryside.
Lost the beauty of the past
Go back to work.
Feel thousands of things
The dribs and drabs here
Keep it for yourself.
Nothing
No matter where you are,
Enjoy your only pleasure.
This is the only one that belongs to you.
No one else needs to participate.
Want to open, let go,
Loosen your frowning brows.
Free your bound mind.
Lengthen your long-lost voice
Produce, your passionate thinking.
Do what you want.
Life is just a span.
Don't wronged yourself any more.
Do what you want.
Listen to your heart.
To be true to yourself
The fleeting prose poems have yellowed the memory.
change
Desolate again.
Does anyone remember what you used to look like?
The sadness of youth pays tribute to the happy past.
A story that shouldn't start, write it at the beginning.
Finally, leave an ending that no one wants to accept!
Play a most familiar stranger.
brush against a person
But I lost the happiness I once had.
Individuals become passers-by for everyone.
Ruthless years are destroying the indifference of friendship.
Let go of the emotional shackles of fleeting time
Who can put aside the long river of time?
Maybe there is no right or wrong relationship at all.
I played a song without melody.
Wipe the flowers in the silent night?
Looking at the fireworks that were almost extinguished in previous lives.
Who lit it with amorous feelings and set the outline of time?
Will there be any traces left by you in your thoughts?
Time yellowed my memory after all.
Lost bits and pieces
Are thrown into the stream of time and space.
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Behind every shallow ink.
There is a corner hidden in the depths of the world.
Poetry is accompanied by ink fragrance.
Draw a fleeting picture.
At that time, the party leader.
The lights are sparse, the people are sparsely populated, and it is deserted.
Who is overlooking the river by the railing?
Complexity of floating dust
Amazing old times
look back
Ying Ying just saw the willow tree.
Full house red lotus
You will know that the meeting is cool.
Enjoy yourself.
Listen, who's still there?
The singing in the middle of the night has improved
Someone is crying in the corner of KTV.
Some people on the streets of Rio are very happy.
Listen,
The poet is still here.
What are you afraid of? Five-flavor vinegar bottle.
As the night deepened,
Did the poem that put pen to paper warm you?
The bright moon at the window reached out and took it off.
What else is out of reach?
You say,
I'm still listening.
A messy sentence may not be profound enough.
The temperature of the palm is not so close.
I don't want anything
You no longer seek comfort.
Fortunately,
You are here, so am I.
Fortunately,
I'm listening, and so are you.
Where are you?
The Millennium promise swings in the wind.
Who will open my heart window?
Penetrating a ray of light
The loneliness of warm reincarnation
Tear open the net of pain
hesitate no more
Chase after thousands.
Ask thousands of times
Where are you? Where are you?
It's a time when you haven't opened your eyes.
Or did you forget your vows?
Or the distance missed the time.
Love is wet with rain.
Sobbing alone in the cold
The only faith.
Bleeding wound
dear
Come back quickly.
Heal the pain of my tears
Prose poems together for 8 years.
Begging for rock sugar.
Wipe the mud off your face.
Run to your playmate.
Jump and run like a deer
Cleisthenes, the cow in the farm yard, cried.
Crickets and slugs are screaming in the grass cage.
Through the newborn dog tail grass and dandelion
The intoxicating sunset glow.
Against children's frolicking.
Carry a prepared schoolbag on your back.
Go to the outside world.
Sit in the back seat of a bicycle.
Face the sun like a sunflower
Birds chirping in the roadside trees.
The downtown area in the alley is full of people.
Cross the edge of traffic
Red warm morning sun
Observe the person who initiated the activity.
Pack your bags and look straight ahead.
Embark on a journey in the future
Hold your sword high like a knight
The rumbling drums rang in my heart.
Ignore the noise and arguments around you.
Striving hard among thorns.
It symbolizes the dawn of victory.
Waiting for those who strive for success.
Time, time.
Take off the child's immature coat.
Put on strong armor for him.
Go through hardships while growing up.
Find happiness in pain
Reach the other side of the dream
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A withered old tree,
Decide-
Cold clothes,
Agitation, the breath of green life.
The gentle magnolia is full of this quiet time and space.
Let every breath,
Every expression,
Even,
Every time eyes meet,
It's so cute.
Willow gracefully dances as it pleases,
Shaluo, a girl of 18 years old,
Shed the secrets of my heart shyly.
The elegant girl by the lake fiddled with the strings,
Make a creaking sound ...
Breakpoint,
Moving the breakpoint sounds difficult!
Approach slowly and listen quietly, but-
Strangers,
Finally, it's not my story!
Looking back suddenly,
That winter passed,
Gently, clearly,
Like the blue sky, a wisp of white clouds.
Indifferent, only a gust of wind disappears,
Leave it there,
An empty space, an empty sky.
Maybe it's just a cloud on the horizon, occasionally reflected in my heart,
For you,
Leaving is also a kind of meaning of life and the existence value of alienation.
Everything, suddenly turned into a dusty memory,
That kind of warmth occasionally echoes in deep dreams.
Like an endless hourglass,
What about persistence?
or ...
I cann't hold it anymore,
Little by little,
Passing away bit by bit.
I can't forget it. It's just another summer ...