100 philosophical poems

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. No matter how cheerful summer is, it is fleeting. The bleak autumn knows that she has nothing to show off and sighs. Autumn will pass like summer. But low-key and heavy, implicit and meaningful. There is also the helplessness of time flies, but compare their charms. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. The surprise of discovering, exploring and understanding the world. Passion for the writing world. Write down what you said about the past with respect. Write it down. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. Songs and kisses are common in couples' actions. No matter how great a person is, he is ordinary, simple and equal before love. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom. The moisture of rain. Also, sadness proves impulse and enthusiasm. This is the portrayal of youth. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. The contrast between infinity and a leaf. Even the endless desert has a longing for love. But even if you are boundless, if you are not my pursuit, I will not follow suit. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. Don't lose sight of one thing and lose sight of another. Without the sun and stars, they are still brilliant. It's not necessary. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? (rhetorical question. Don't covet things that are not good for you. Now that you have a goal, let's keep singing. Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. The rain at night always surprises me. Metaphor. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers. When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Don't worry, indifference is my own imagination. To believe. Actually, everything is warm and beautiful. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. It's time to forget the noise and enjoy this natural gift. It is also a symbol of peace. Lyric by borrowing scenery. ) Handmade and evaluated. Write ten first, don't want to fool people. Rest. If you are satisfied, I will continue to add. I will also think about it more carefully. I hope it works for you.