Glows come and go on the water. Why?
Even at dusk? Lights on the ground
Light after light, why do they all disappear at night?
The stars in the sky are one after another. Why?
It's early in the morning. So what? Our lives.
Day after day, why do they all belong to eternity?
What took me away when I left?
How's the weather? Is it twilight? Faint?
Is it dark? Is it dawn? I am upset
Xinyang Xi Murong
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
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If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
common jasmin orange
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
look into the future
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
Countless stars-
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Stars shine-deep blue space,
Have you ever heard them talk to each other? They praised each other deeply in the dim silence.
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Sea, which star has no light? What kind of flower has no fragrance?
At that time, I didn't have your clear sound in my mind?
Mao Mao Yuzhu Ziqing
The east wind blows my face, and the drizzle is the fluff of spring.