1, about memory
There are many photos of the past.
Just remember in the poem
Wei Hui xiangju
Xinyu has some feelings.
How many people passed by?
Sparkling is a dream.
Deep memory
Faint is alienation.
How many popular songs are there?
Changed the rhythm of life
In constant curiosity and boredom
Become a cloud of smoke in the past
2. About your memory
When walking through the winding river in late autumn,
In the misty rain, stepping into the threshold of winter,
Only then did I find a bitter taste in the air.
Sunshine is no longer so charming.
Suddenly I miss the old days,
Those intersections with you,
The words put in the words,
Early winter is still quiet and warm.
Nothing has changed, only the season and mood.
After sitting for a while,
Quietly miss the palm print of another time,
I miss a city because there are people there.
Those times washed away by years of wind and frost,
Has become a song in my memory,
Dormant in a song,
Looking for the familiar melody,
Looking for lost time,
Some feelings will grow in my heart without restraint. ...
Some fate, rooted in the heart,
Some predestinations are like duckweeds in the water.
If you gain something in life, you will lose something.
There will be reunion and parting,
Everything has a destiny, and there is no right or wrong.
Those first beauties,
Like the warm sun in winter,
My heart is still moist with a smile.
The only wish,
If you are fine, it will be spring!
3. About your memory
The moonlight hangs over a tree tonight.
I leaned against the window.
Pick up a tender memory under the moon.
Gently collect in the palm of your hand.
Separated by a period of time and space
But I can't help thinking of you.
Once, I told you my feelings in words.
Once, let each other's thoughts wander in the four seasons.
Once, let the lonely heart know the beauty of love.
Walk through the ink clouds and cross the green lotus pond
In a crescent shape
Listen to your heart.
Wordless understanding
A smile between the eyebrows.
Time passes quietly in the cold season.
The past haunts me.
Inadvertently opened a flower.
Blooming flowers is the happiness that time gives me.
Those thick or light thoughts
Because of you, I have been there.
The dust of years is accompanied by the rain of passion.
Snowflakes in winter dance with the first touching encounter.
I send my lonely thoughts to you through snowflakes.
If the heart is connected.
Even though time is silent.
Tonight you will be in your dream.
See the beauty of Syracuse
Step 4 remember
It's raining all day.
Trapped in the room
Pen and ink in front of the desk
I write fleeting time.
A bill for enjoying the moon
A full moon passed like this.
It's autumn again.
I'm exhausted.
This is heaven and earth.
Miss passing by
I think you can read it.
A flash in the pan
Think about the changes of life
5. "Memories, shallow marks"
dusk
There are no curtains.
The rosy clouds of dialogue
plain
Can't stand
high mountain
lonely
Who is behind the exile?
Gray memory
Li Liang
moonlight
Don't worry.
I haven't packed my bags at night.
wait for
Let me burn everything.
Including her mark.
wind
Pick up your pocket.
No need to worry.
I will say goodbye to time.
Moonlight flows through your feet.
I used the withered flowers.
Step 6 remember
memory
Time cuts through the sky,
Time has changed you and me.
Time is like an arrow,
Take away our memories,
Gradually remember,
To be everything to you and me,
Look at the sky,
I feel a little sad,
Looking at these memories,
I'm a little hurt,
About your memory,
About my memory,
Become the memory of time.
Memory,
It's raining in Mao Mao,
Thinking about dribs and drabs,
Memory of time,
Memory of time.
Look through the photo album, look at the photos,
Yours, my memory,
Can you remember our memory?
Impairment of memory,
Memories of love,
Go back in time,
Look at the distance,
Looking to the future,
Our memories will hurt you and me.
Small raindrops,
Become a memory,
Vaguely thinking,
Become a memory,
Remember our roar,
Remember our laughter,
It's all memories,
About your memory,
My memory,
Memories that become memories.
7. Memories of my motherland.
My homesickness has matured.
Tonight, the moonlight is mature
Silver, rolled all over the floor.
One grain at a time
Cooked and full, cooked and sweet.
Tonight, my homesickness has matured.
Yipo red sorghum
Draw the sky as a morning glow
The golden light of millet on the slope is dazzling.
The sleeping sickle has awakened.
The sickle is ripe.
Cook hard, cook hard.
It smells like red sorghum.
It smells like millet yellow.
Tonight, my 80,000-mile homesickness has matured.
I need time to build a sharp sickle for me.
Memories in the yard
How I miss those summer nights,
Grandma took off her fatigue and sat in the cool yard.
Me and my mother, and a cat,
Moonlight poured in the yard, and a breeze swept by.
Grandpa's dry smoking pot shines with years and our laughter.
Grandma told me that the milky way in the sky,
There is a girl named Weaver Girl on this side of the Milky Way.
On the other side of the river, there is a young man named A Niu. ...
They are a loving couple and can only meet once a year.
Summer night flows quietly around us.
Moonlight flows quietly around us.
Grandma's story tells as if it were her own.
She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and so did my mother.
There are tears in the corner of my eyes, and cats and ants are also shining with tears.
Those beautiful stories circulated in the yard.
Forty years later, tears spilled in the courtyard.
In every starry night, it flows in my heart
How can youth escape easily?
Last night, on a dark night,
I also clearly heard you say to a stone
You won't be old when the stone is old, and you won't run when the stone runs away.
How many years, I am still looking for it, and I still remember it clearly.
I put that rope on the stone pile of years.
Youth is tied so tightly, how can it escape easily?
Leaves retain the customs of their ancestors.
Many, many years, no one can count.
Leaves retain the customs of their ancestors.
Late autumn every year
They are dressed in red.
Or wearing yellow clothes.
prick up oneself
Then jump.
Under the protection of the north wind
Great migration
They will return to their oldest hometown.
Grandpa's hard work is greener than a large piece of grass.
Grandpa's sonorous footsteps
In June, I woke up on a country road.
The grass all over the mountain snores like thunder.
The sky is full of stars and sleepy.
Grandpa with a hoe on his shoulder is sleepy.
Grandpa's white shirt is bleary-eyed
Grandpa's cloth shoes are sleepy.
The corn field to be hoed is sleepy.
Those slightly fat corn are sleepy.
Grandpa's cough woke up a big dewdrop.
When the hoe on grandpa's shoulder landed.
The cornfield woke up, and so did the hoe.
Crows are everywhere in the village.
Grandpa's hard work is one after another.
The village woke up and the smoke came and went.
Grandpa woke up on the 15 mile country road he had covered.
The sun in the east woke up.
A thousand rays of sunshine bloom one after another.
Grandpa's hard work is tender than a grass.
Grandpa is like a millet.
When my grandfather was young
I like Xiaomi when I was a child
A straight back and a childish face
No sadness, bright eyes
Great-grandfather's hoe swung around him.
Get rid of his little problem.
My great-grandfather shouted, "My son!"
Yipo Xiaomi and Grandpa answered loudly together.
Grandpa's old age is more like Xiaomi's old age
Bend down deeply and lower your head.
Respect the land very much.
I have great respect for my great-grandfather who is buried underground.
It seems that we owe a lot of land.
8. Memories of spring
If, after the pain, happiness
It is also a beautiful flower.
You, can you?
Become my most revered artistic conception
If, in your eyebrows.
Tender, a thousand-year memory.
Do you, do you allow it?
With all gone, flowers can bloom everywhere.
I am in your simple dream.
Busy reading "the breath of ice crack"
My hidden heart
I can hold you
Where are the returning swallows?
The steps you want.
Isn't it? Yes
Don't go in a hurry, too busy.
also
Don't walk too fast.
I, stepping on your footsteps at dawn.
Just like stepping on it.
Yesterday, it was muddy.
The wind, snuggling in the water
Just like my heart.
Very sweet.
Warm thoughts
Overflow a long bank
Also overflow
Deep in the rain lane
Lilac girl's footprints
Me, may I?
Follow your mood
Asking about love.
Even if, I will post a search for you.
And then slowly
Indulge in your gentle arms