Maple leaves fell once.
It's getting colder
Sit by the Zen stream
It's cold at night
No desire
Lost meditation
A refreshing rest
Curled nine-curved ileum
Autumn has passed.
Who's depressed?
Want to write your own thoughts
Duyin Qiutan
Difficult.
Calm water
Reflect moonlight
Clear outline
Put my face
It's very thin and long
Nostalgic colors
It's raining
Decorate your dreams
I look forward to my world.
With your gentle breath
It smells of rain.
Your diary appeared in my dream.
My photo album is full of your beauty.
Years have covered the decaying walls.
Half dark
translucence
I shook the glass.
Want to hold your crystal tears at the bottom of the cup
Can you?
Help me dry the spilled liquid.
or
Miss a person's secret
Do you miss the green one?
Do you miss the red one?
Do you miss having a yellow one?
Do you miss the purple one?
Miss is colorless.
You smiled and said you were proud.
I have nothing to say. /I am speechless.
Everything is meaningless.
I miss you.
I can give up anything.
Between fainting
Fuzzy
The alarm clock ticks slowly in the middle of the night.
I can't sleep in the middle of the night, snuggling up to the cold.
The old radio across the street.
Still repeating the hoarse romance
What I said is all in the past.
The road we have traveled has been rainy and rainy.
The days you drifted by.
I am the only one who gently kicks away loneliness.
Between you and me.
The future is so far away
You by my side
The shorter the stay.
I might be able to comfort myself.
I can also look for the blue sky.
Lonely geese are actually very sad.
Because it flies higher and farther.
Tired and tired.
No one will expect it to come back.
Calendar on the wall
It changes every day.
Tomorrow is a new beginning.
So should there be new excitement?
Wasting time.
What the fingertips can't hold is regret.
I live my life in circles.
What can't be circled is always helpless.
I dyed the days in colorful colors.
The long night is always dark.
Time is very tiring
A layer of dust fell on the lonely desk lamp.
Who am I waiting for alone?
On the windowsill
Color hourglass
Trying to prove that time passes like a fireworks ball.
The stillness of the last grain of sand tells me
This is just a cycle of beauty and paleness.
Time has taken away the fragrance of every flower.
The rose in my hand has withered.
Stay in the city
All memories
I'll never get it back.
When walking through the crowd
I look at every strange face.
They, like who?
We walked on a one-way street along the track laid by God.
We stand or go forward, but we can't go back.
Maybe one person can be several times faster than another.
In fact, they are equally tired.
Tired of walking, I finally fell asleep.
In my dream, I saw a small bridge running in the distance.