There are inevitably many longings in life. When I was a child, I longed to grow up, and when I grew up, I longed to go back to the past. Longing for a happy life. When all desires turn into disappointment, then people become another person, losing their original self and faith in life.
Can you live without desire? Life, can you have no dreams? When we were young, too many relatives taught us that we should have dreams in life and cherish time when we are alive. Why do you dream? Why are you chasing time? Why not live the life you want. In order to dream, we lost too much joy; In order to dream, we suppress life. When dreams become out of reach, I realize that dreams are just a wish that can never be realized.
There are so many dreams that people forget themselves; Dreams are so unreal that they can kill a lifetime.
Life is a vision, without dreams; Life is a longing for time, bit by bit from a distance.
Longing for life, eager to live in the beautiful sea of flowers. In the seasonal cycle, flowers wither and lose their fragrance in the laughter of the wind. So life returned to its original place, longing for it to be out of reach.
Eager to create and create a happy life. Dress yourself up beautifully and make your life magnificent. But my heart hasn't changed, and it still hurts. Are we in the wrong place when we come to this world? The green hills are silent and the sea is blue.
Desire is life?
In lonely vilen.
Scattered seeds
The buds sprouted after the rain.
The wind blows in spring and summer.
But it never bloomed.
Desire is life?
Lost in the corner of memory
A little olive.
Silent autumn and silent winter.
Can't wake up the chain of life
Frozen tightly year after year.
Desire is a repetition. I am eager to turn back, but I can't find the way back. Perhaps only by longing to enter the realm of death can life open another kind of beauty. Because it is beautiful, it will not be sad.
Desire, that's just a desire, like a dream, can never be achieved.
Go your own way, without dreams, life is a yearning.
Longing for Prose Poems 2 Peach Blossoms in Spring
Slowly grow into a peach with red inside.
Maturity is to quench thirst.
Your wrinkled forehead
Finally smiled, from the inside out.
Finally, at the time of harvest.
You can go home with a full load.
I can't live up to my growing period.
I can't live up to you, a smile.
When I was born, developed and expanded.
Although, it was a drop of timely rain and dew.
My heart is as blue as the sea.
All stories have flavor.
Sea salt, don't do it deliberately.
Like my life.
No death or sorrow.
You can also touch love.
My existence and death
It's all about love
Leave love, leave you
So far, I can't find a suitable reason.
Maybe in the future.
Summer sunshine breeds
A sultry night
Accompanied by a downpour
Prove the helpless sky
And I have nothing.
But I still love you.
Still eager to be time
Wait, so you can't feel it.
My pain and sorrow
The river flow direction of love
live forever
Not old
I am on the side of the road.
Waiting for you,
A couple passed by and two mandarin ducks swam away.
Every time I pass by, I leave a gentle look back and a gentle breeze.
I'll wait for you today.
After the wind blows, you finally come,
Wait, I'll call.
You look back: I've been waiting for you for a long time.
I grab a grass in my left hand and hold a flower in my right hand;
You know which one I want? Bingo, I am with you, even if it is the ends of the earth.
I don't want to guess, I can only tell the truth. You smile:
Judging from your expression, you asked me to take this, and he grabbed my left hand.
Grab my right hand again. I like this flower. Like you.
You are so cunning, I said.
The facts are wrong,
How did you know?
Your eyes tell me that flowers will fade into the world of mortals,
Grass can be resurrected and live forever.
I nodded.
In other words, the truth is wrong and I want to leave.
You wait, wait.
But I was wrong.
I blushed and said, can you write poetry?
You smiled. I am just a beginner, and there is a poem beside me.
After reading it again and again, my face flushed.
"Did you write this?"
It's me, just me, just me. He repeated the poem.
I should go, Stephens was puzzled. He turned around with a smile.
My heartbeat, my broad shoulders,
For poetry, for truth, and more for him,
Looking at his back, my heart is pounding,
It was that glance that made my heart melt.
Aren't you the one I've been waiting for?
A poet,
A real feeling,
Look back gently.
You're right,
exactly,
Look at your back.
I can't help myself,
Surging atrium
Chasing your back,
Asthma, shh, shh.
It's far from the back
Leave a wisp of breeze.
Blow your back away.
My wish: it's you, only you, only you,
The breeze rolled up a cloud of dust and wet my tears.
The abominable mystery of the sphinx.