Alone in a small room. A lamp, a table, a piece of paper, a thin figure.
Listening to nostalgic old songs and reading Gu Cheng's poems, is this loneliness? Loneliness is also the most connotative loneliness.
Sitting by the sea, standing on the top of the mountain, leaning against the old tree, getting wet in the wind. Is it lonely to listen to the geese singing and watch the stars fade in and out?
Loneliness is also the most beautiful loneliness.
From an ignorant child to an old man in his twilight years, everyone feels lonely like any kind of life in nature. Experience loneliness. In fact, loneliness is a desire, a desire for emotion, a desire for understanding and sincerity!
I'm never afraid of loneliness. Because in loneliness, a person's conscience will not be suppressed, human nature will be completely exposed, and thoughts will be pure to the whole world.
Because of loneliness, I will become a thinking philosopher, and I will calmly face a life full of thorns.
2, cicada
Can you sing at night? The piano is broken. At the crossroads, the wind suddenly strengthened, and my friend-stranger-actually warmed my fantasy.
Life is empty, everything is empty; Empty as the invisible breath between heaven and earth.
Cicada, I have built an innocent monument all my life, but I don't know my future; Or really a little touched; In the feeling, a pair of wings grow in a trance, and simply plunge into the night to show it.
I am a simple cicada, thinking about the sweetness of green day and night.
Step 3: Wait
What do you mean, wait? Just insist, insist, insist. ...
Waiting is a spiritual comfort, a rock full of passion after centuries of silence, and an ancient tree with evergreen life.
Waiting is also a success.
Because life insists on a kind of sincere love from beginning to end, the waiting future will be like a rough sea, and the long river of love will flow a thousand miles. ...
Step 4 bow
Mother is a bow, and maternal love is a sword, which shoots the crystallization of the purest love in the world into the sky, penetrates the wind, crosses mountains, precipitates countless days and nights, and goes straight into the sky.
Mom is really just a bow. She can only listen to the howling of the wind, but she can't appreciate Dapeng spreading her wings.
Will it get old in fifty years?
5. (Czech) Stalne; Stalne (Sweden); (British) Si Tong
Of all the creatures in the world, I only like stones. That's why I like going up mountains, especially the stones on them.
Sitting alone in the mountain, looking at the rocks all over the mountain, I suddenly found that the stones contain a strong sense of life. Just because it has bones, it is cold, strong and crazy.
I don't think poets are alone in writing stones.
Stone is a song that makes people nostalgic, sad and exciting.
Stone is a painting, which gives people the taste of life and the excitement of indulging in life.
Therefore, I and all the creatures in nature like to keep company with it.
6. Lemon flower
Lemon blossoms, are there tears in your heart? With the fragrance, the owner woke up.
A string of glittering and translucent tears dripped from the stamen, and a beautiful encounter told a girl who loved lemon flowers. Love songs full of stories are for whom to sing softly; Who is intoxicated by the shy and fragrant opening?
Knocking on the window with a worried wind, is it your charming dance that brings a petal rain? unwillingly ...
In the window, there is moonlight and a pool of tears.
7. seeds
Autumn is deep and leaves are yellow, which makes me deep
Looking at the cold crystal water drops on the dead tree, my heart resolutely bears the falling snow season. Don't, don't make all living things on earth feel helpless.
I'd rather wade through the dying season and go to the river bend in winter to find a touch of bright green.
Even if I am in rags, even if my body is frozen into a landscape, as long as Chun is willing to open her shy heart and bloom with transparent beauty.
Then, I'd rather freeze into a seed.
8. random thoughts
Fell asleep, holding a handful of loess in her arms; Do you still miss the wandering years? From the Yellow River to the Great Wall of Wan Li, from the empty sky to the deep loess.
The beard is black; The dry river bed makes the four seasons monsoon tear every skin.
It was raining cold at night, and the red flowers were dyed white in several changes in the earth's crust; When was that tall stone tablet endowed with human emotion? In the silent night, there is a cavity boiling tears!
Listening to the long sound of dusk and watching the birds fall in the grass; Think of the awakened soul, flying from the depths of the distant sky with a pair of wings.
9. Wait
When the sunset wakes up, the face of the sky begins to turn red; The smoke from the farmhouse kitchen is full of sadness in the breeze. After the autumn harvest last night, I wanted to stand in the wilderness.
A flock of geese flew around, and a long string of whistles fell from my heart, giving me a warm imagination; I began to wait with a smile, waiting for your arrival.
Do you pick up a pure brush in the distant sky, draw a touch of autumn fruit, and remember me deeply? In the elegant sunset, in the open wilderness, after the autumn harvest last night; I turned into a bird and caught some new branches for the old nest of the old tree.
10, homesickness
No matter how long the dream is, it will not last forever; No matter how heavy the situation is, it is just a handful of loess; No matter how thick the tears are, they can't stick to the gap between heaven and earth.
Don't look back, treat all the cities you have passed as your hometown!
In the dust, the memory in my eyes seems to be that every place I have walked is my hometown.
I don't look back, but I'm afraid of looking back. The empty sky will be tender by talented painters.
That heavy homesickness! I dare not kiss, let alone listen. Sweet countryside, elegant kitchen smoke, wicker growing wildly; Every pair of warm hands in memory, that kind of voice from far to near, from weak to warm.
I swallowed my passion and moved on persistently.
A line of birds flew back to every place I walked with my heavy homesickness until the starting point.
1 1, plum blossom
Flowers bloom and fall, and plum blossoms bloom. Seeing plum blossoms falling with the wind, I don't know where the inspiration is drifting; Snow all over the sky, plum blossoms all over the sky, thoughts all over the sky.
A lot of passion? Regeneration due to loneliness; Cry aloud, because the truly pure human nature is gone?
I can't remember every winter, but I remember the plum blossom season.
Xiaocao 12
I shed tears and blood on the stream and the sea; I buried my body under the roots and absorbed the nutrition of the earth; I hid my face behind an autumn leaf and peeked at the expression of the season.
Then, I became nature. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. It means death, not death.
Listening to the singing of the yellow land and looking at the freshness of the grave, I would rather be a grass, because Mother Earth will hug me forever.
13, moonlight
The moon is you, and you have moonlight eyes. In the distant clouds, take me into an eternal dream; I seem to grow into a legendary locust tree; The locust tree is a string, and the string is a magpie bridge.
Where did all the magpies go that day? Is it the wind or the heartbeat, so that Tianhe has a tender feeling.
I blushed, let distance lift my bag, let reality grow weeds, and let silent tears soak this passionate world.
The star actually ignored my thoughts and slept so soundly, while I was still in infatuated reverie. You are the moon. The moon has your eyes.
14, land
I am the son of the land. Whose son is the land?
Look at that tree, hunched over, letting the wind shake off the last leaf, and that leaf went down the river and stayed in my eyes, which will never go through vicissitudes.
I can't help asking, will the water flow backwards?
What are the hungry eyes of this land praying for?
Where is the old tree? Roots are firmly rooted in the deep soil, and I have leaned against the tree and fallen asleep peacefully.
15, tea
Tea is sweet. Only when your mouth and heart are bitter can you taste that tea is bitter.
If you let go of all your obsessions and troubles and get out of life. Just think of yourself as a creature and float yourself into a gust of wind.
Then, you will gradually smell a fragrance, warmth and sweetness. Take a sip slowly and chew carefully, and the magical liquid will enter your heart from your mouth, and it will overflow every piece of your skin and float out of the window.
Suddenly, the sun and rain, the air is eclipsed.
Drink it in one gulp, and you will be like a fairy.