Loy, I admit that I love you, although I seldom mention it when we are together.
Alex, what pains me is not the fact that I love you, but another thing, that is, you still have this thing. I'm on pins and needles at the thought of you and me living together in this world-I hate that you have your own separate heart, separate breathing and separate actions, which makes me very painful.
Sweet name, painful name, I told you to leave. Beautiful eyes, sad eyes, I called you here-you magically appeared, with all your contradictions and sighs. You filled me with unspeakable tenderness and brought me inescapable despair.
You are my yellow satin-like sunshine, you are my cool spring water, you are the shadow I can't catch, you are the fragment of flowers, you are the fragment of clouds, you are the fragment of the sky, you are the smoke dissipated in the wilderness, you are the most beautiful foam, you make me ecstatic, and at the same time, you make me sad.
Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Are you like me, welcoming the sharp separation with passion? Will you say my name to sleep in the middle of the night? When we are apart, will you miss the tenderness in your memory? When eating, will you think of the poor little bowl of noodle soup we ate together? Did you dream about me? What am I like in my dream?
Do your hands shake every time you get a call from me? After hearing my voice, is your heart as crazy as the sound you hear? My dear tears, my dear night, my dear silence, my dear autumn, my dear voice, my dear ankle, my dear fingers, my dear waist, my dear short hair Loy, do you hear my voice? Can you understand the language I speak only for you?
Loy, I will call your name and wander the streets of Beijing. I will ask you to walk with me. I will take you through a long time. I will ask you to close your eyes, make you forget your fears, make you calm and make you feel happy.
Article: For You by Yu Xiuhua.
Reading Guest: Yu Xiuhua.
Simple tea house
You have a pair of simple eyes in front of you.
I like them all.
Your beard
My tossing and turning face made me sad last night.
I want to bring it to you.
I lost almost all the way.
Except for the withered spring scenery outside the window
After meeting you.
You have always loved someone else.
one by one
I have no right to be jealous.
I can only escape again and again.
So I've been alive.
To wait for you to die.
Wait until the crowd clears.
When the flame of your soul turns to ashes
I love you
I want to hold you.
Leave your eroded body in the world.
I forgive you.
Hurt me again and again
Because I love you.
I also have the heyday of desire,
There are many nights, and my body and mind are broken.
But I have never exiled myself.
I hope my body is as clean as my heart.
in spite of
I didn't come to see you.
Article: Chaplin's When I Began to Love Myself.
Reading Guest: Xiaogang Feng.
When I really started to love myself,
I just realized all the pain and emotional torture,
Just remind me: live, don't go against your heart.
Today I understand that this is called.
"Really".
When I really started to love myself,
I realize how rude it is to impose my will on others.
Even if I knew, the time was not ripe,
This man is not ready,
Even if that person is myself.
Today I understand that this is called.
"respect"
When I began to love myself,
I no longer long for a different life,
I know what's going on around me,
They are all invitations to grow up.
Today, I call it
"maturity"
When I started to really love myself,
I realized that I was always at the right time,
Everything happened just right in the right place.
So I can calm down.
Today I understand that this is called.
"self-confidence"
When I really started to love myself,
I no longer sacrifice my free time,
Instead of sketching a magnificent tomorrow,
I only do interesting and happy things today.
Do what you like and make your heart happy.
In my way, my rhythm.
Today I understand that this is called.
"simple"
......
When I started to really love myself,
I no longer dwell on the past and worry about tomorrow.
Now I only live when everything is happening,
Today, I live here and now,
So day after day. It's called
"Perfect".
......
Article: The Age of Ai Qing
Reading Guest: Xu Heyi
I stood under the low eaves.
Looking at the barren hills with ecstasy
And the high open sky.
a long while
I think I experienced some miracles.
I saw something flashing.
It inspires my heart like the sun.
With a loud noise on the horizon
With a storm of screaming.
Rumble
I am fascinated by it and cheer for it.
Use the enthusiasm that life can exert.
Give me a world to live in.
I always open my arms.
I asked to climb the mountain.
I want to cross the sea.
I want to get higher praise.
Bigger slander
More unresolved resentment
A more deadly blow
I am loyal to the times.
Devote oneself to the times
Committed to making me so excited.
What a surprise.
I love it more than.
Everything I ever loved
For its arrival
I am willing to give my life.
Released from my body
Until my soul
Article: The Ideal of Liusha River
Reading guests: Wei, Hui Ruoqi, Yuan, Xu Yunli.
Ideal is stone.
Knock out a spark
Ideal is fire.
Turn on the off light
Ideal is a lamp.
Illuminate the road at night
Ideal is the road.
Lead you to the dawn
Ideal is a compass.
Guide this ship.
Ideal is a ship.
Take you on a long trip to the sea
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
In sight, but out of reach.
Torture your enterprising heart
Ideal makes you smile and observe life.
Ideals make you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes your sideburns white.
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give sinners a new life.
Ideal is the immortal grass of resurrection.
Call the prodigal son back
Ideal is loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled.
There is no need to resent.
That's a devil testing your loyalty.
Ideal has been pickpocketed.
stop crying
Go get it back.
Be careful in the future.
Sunshine rides an ideal horse.
Get out of here.
Spring is just on the road.
The sky is sunny.
Article: brandeis's Life
Reading Guest: Lang Ping.
There is a tall tower here, and everyone must climb it. It's only a hundred points at most.
The initial climb was easy, but it was slow. There is no difficulty in climbing itself, and on each floor, the scenery from the observation hole on the tower is pleasing to the eye. Everything is new. No matter far or near, your eyes will linger, and there are so many things worth looking forward to. The higher you go, the harder it is to climb.
Usually a person goes to by going up one flight of stairs every year. When he finished the tenth grade and boarded a new platform, his congratulations were even more enthusiastic. Every time people hope that he can climb for a long time, this hope will show more contradictions.
In this way, the lives of most people who are called normal people have passed.
However, there is also a hole in the ground, and people who go in are eager to dig their own tunnels in order to go deep into the ground. Year after year.
They are familiar with the underground world, exploring the road in the maze-like tunnel, enjoying it, and even forgetting how the years passed.
This is their life, they are engaged in the labor and exploration of their own hearts, forgetting current events. They are busy with the quiet career they have chosen and bear the loss and sadness brought by the years. When death approaches, they will ask, as Archimedes did before his death, "Don't mess up the circle I drew." ( m.taiks.com )
For those who are always hungry and eager to conquer in life, life is like this: focus on seizing more territory, gain broader horizons and experience more fully.
They are insatiable, unpredictable and powerful. They keep all the characteristics of youth: adventurous, loving life, high morale, energetic and positive, and they will be young until they die, no matter how old they are. Just as salmon face a torrent, the essence of their talent is to face the torrent of time.