The face with tears falling suddenly became salty. The street is empty, and you are really not around.
Miss your letter,
It hurts suddenly.
Neon lights flash instantly,
I'm squatting on the corner again.
So our love,
Really, that's it,
Disappeared
So winter came,
I feel cold too.
My waiting,
Finally,
empty ...
As it turns out, many things,
I really can't come back,
You left resolutely.
I finally understand,
Laughing and crying,
The most painful!
Finally, finally,
At first, at first.
All this,
There is no turning back.
In silence,
It's dark ...
I want to give this poem to my best friend in primary school ~
I don't want to go out of my house in the rainy season.
Want to hide, don't want to be mentioned by anyone.
Just be an ordinary child.
There is no need for praise, let alone gossip.
Don't call me by my real name
You must make it clear to me, or make it clear.
Be sure to make me feel kind.
Give me a warm home and make me happy.
Let's make a small decision.
Away from the noise of the world
And those hateful secular storms
Anyway, even for a short time.
Do not laugh at me. I'm fooling myself.
Don't call me a fool and run away from reality.
Just indulge me once.
Be a free man who doesn't care about anything for once
Please don't ask me why.
Please respect my decision.
Now I am very tired and upset.
I really don't want to say anything.
Just this once.
Even an illusion.
I don't want to suffer so much anymore.
It feels good not to care about anything.
You have to stay away from me.
This time, you must cooperate with me.
Be my best and best lover
Stay with me, away from the ups and downs of pain
Leaving modern poetry, three eyes watched their hearts break,
I don't have any strength to save it;
Gave you all my heart,
Only my empty soul is left.
Seeing that I can't get out of this besieged city,
I have no strength to face it.
Gave you all my strength,
All that remains is my scar!
You are drifting away, and my heart is broken.
I have a tear in your heart,
It will always be with you.
I gradually turned to ashes, tears in my eyes,
Reflect my feelings for you, how will you face it?
That tear, I used my last strength to face it.
Will your eyes be sad again?
That tear, slipping through your heart,
Is it happy or sad for you?
Will you think of me again,
This tear stays in your heart.
Who wants to hold me in her arms?
Look at Joan.
This lightning-fast June
This sad June
I hold you.
Walk into the grave
Walk into the faint silence
The red ball in life
I can't call.
Blue belt
Murder under the magpie bridge
I'm already gone.
Left this world, left the marriage.
Maybe you should cry.
You should smile.
But why did you stick your face to the stone?
Touch the quartz watch of past lives.
In this world, there is a voice.
Tobacco eater
The voice rang again, in my ear.
I have forgotten.
Wandering between the green ball and the red ball
Twinkling autumn
Wandering in tears.
Longguli
May this year
Destined to be sunny
On the high mountain
There is a sad voice.
Fall into my heart
bloody
Like the hometown of a previous life.
Children, naive to find happiness.
It's just that no one can find it.
That silent and lonely invitation
Cry loudly
I'm fine.
Let's go together.
Leave in June this year
Leave a drink
Leave the earth
Let this spring be in my hometown.
Soak that painful memory.
or
Let the bright red robe
Wrapped in a beautiful woman's head
Put it on my wound
When I was under the lemon tree
I lost my voice again today
Then bury the motherland and hometown with tears.
In June this year
What do I have to do with the world of flowers and flowers?
My white socks, I miss them.
Clean up a lovely home
There are soybeans left by my mother at home.
There are corn cobs picked by dad.
Raw or cooked.
Who is it? Who is it?
Where did this sound come from?
Where does the beautiful voice come from?
A eulogy at the poet's grave
Who is singing softly?
Like to sing hymns
antique hero
Drink, for the last time.
Raise your voice against the broken glass.
Drink our souls.
Sin after drinking
Holy east
Holding you, walking into nothingness.
Left June.
Left myself.
Xijin
The modern poem 5 that left finally left the summer.
A touch of sadness
Began to hang gracefully in the air
That's an old fairy tale.
I'll never get tired of saying it.
Sunny nights are lonely.
The string of the Zheng is like silk.
Wrap your heart and fill your skirt.
That feeling is still dazzling.
At this time, clouds and the world of mortals are happening.
Sitting in the most beautiful moment
The window is full of faint listening to Zheng.
I thought of an old friend of his hometown.
Music classics
And a dream of prosperity.
Time is not far when you look at the stars.
I see stars flying in the Milky Way.
I walk towards eternity on the horizon.
Just like you look at me in a foreign country.
Fall into the abyss of history. I
A wisp of mountain wind blew through the hair of the years.
It seems a little damp.
Looking up at the stars is always quiet and beautiful.
Bow to the philosophy of life in the world
Who is singing loneliness outside the window?
Leaving Modern Poetry 6 Inadvertently, we met in the original place.
At that moment, we forgot the advice of time.
The wind blew gently, and we made a promise at the Fengting.
It was raining quietly, and we buried our vows in Qingyuan.
As time goes by, we drift in the distance,
Looking back from time to time, we have moved away from each other's route.
Looking back, we are no longer young.
We used to know each other, but now we are strangers.
We used to know each other, but now we are separated in Mo Ran.
Once we met, now we have met calmly.
We used to depend on each other, but now we are indifferent photo albums.
It's time to talk, we are two worlds now,
Snow is falling, and our memories blur our memories.
Lonely mountain, I came to your memory naked,
At the top of the dome, you quietly walked away from my memory.
It is time that washes away our affection like the sea.
Or have we buried the memories of the past with our own hands?
There are many farewells in the season of falling flowers. Is autumn a sad season?
Lonely afternoon, autumn sunshine through the glass window,
Slouching listlessly on the table.
I saw each other's souls, staring at each other coldly and far away.
But in an instant, they were so close.
A breeze shuttled through the empty room …
Think of someone,
I haven't heard anything for a long time.
Some people, who never meet again, disappear from your world.
And some people are still awake.
I have said everything I want to say.
The rest, just let it pile up, close it and be silent …
How can people who live for others get happiness and happiness?
Some shackles are set for yourself, and some misfortunes are doomed.
So in the end,
What can make people feel warm?
In my heart, do you leave a warm land …
Walking in life, watching different scenery and meeting different strangers.
Some people just meet and look at each other in a hurry.
Nothing to say, ignore the plot …
Some people will stay in their hearts for a while to bring warmth to each other.
This is the best opportunity,
In the days to come, I will keep thinking about this problem over and over again. At the moment of being caring and attentive,
People are really subtle.
If all you want is a hug, give the other person a hug …
All the fates of the past,
Or a look, or a temperature.
All the movies are very good.
And the characters in the film are surrounded by the characteristics of illusion.
This is the feeling I like. But I just like it,
But I don't believe in the love fantasy in the story …
Do you believe in love?
Love exists, but it cannot last forever.
I am lonely when I have no lover.
But give up love, but you can breathe freely
And none of us want to give up on ourselves because of suffocation …
If one day I want to leave here.
I don't know where to go.
Always choose to wander when I don't know where to go.
Is this destiny takes a hand?
Past history
How many can be good memories?
365 hard days a year
Will it happen again next year?
Whenever you need to choose to change.
There is always some unspeakable timidity.
Do we have to do this every day?
Or is this life?
Those lifelong pursuits of fame and fortune.
In the end, it was just a blank.
If one day I want to leave here
How many people will remember my existence?
Always making new friends.
How many * * * can be on the road?
Rainbow after storm
How many can accompany you through it?
I know that one day I will be old.
Those years that have passed.
How much can I remember you?
365 hard days a year
Will it happen again next year?
Whenever we want to change ourselves.
But disturbed by those who come from the heart.
Those lifelong pursuits of fame and fortune.
In the end, it's just an unclear blank.