It is the freedom of those who look up.
Look up
It is the loneliness of those who look up.
look
The starry sky
look
Namo sunshine
look
Ocean and land
everlasting
Earth, sky
What is the universe?
The world is too big.
I want to go out and have a look.
The universe is too big.
I want to go out and have a look.
sometimes
Trapped in a cage
Want freedom
But think about it.
Close to and away from this world.
Is the most lonely.
Inner hesitation
Inner loneliness
be close/near at hand
But it's also the end of the world
It's a loner.
Is to look up to the messenger
He's a prisoner.
Look at the Milky Way.
Stay alone.
Sleep in a cage
Forget it.
Lovely and hateful freedom
Forget it.
The beauty of the outside world
Close your eyes.
Plug one's ears
Be a lovely dog.
Looking up at modern poetry 2 I want to look up at a tree.
When I looked up at the tree, the tree whispered to itself in time and space. Beautiful tree, will understand my eyes looking up at her.
Here comes the bird. They are kissing the tree. When the birds are cheerful, the trees seem to give a happy cheer.
When I looked up at the tree, the tree looked at me. The tree and I looked at each other. In the eyes of a tree, I am also a tree.
Maybe my previous life was a tree. I have blossomed and borne fruit, and I have stood for thousands of years.
I like the posture of the tree. On the flat ground, on the cliff, there is an unchanging persistence and eternal spirit in the posture of trees.
Looking up at a tree is like looking up at a person. That person is you.
Looking up at Modern Poetry 3, all the trees will sing beautifully.
The trees are singing, and the green fragrance is rising in the melodious melody. When I look up at the tree, in the time and space when the leaves are shining, the song of the tree is in a happy harmony with the song of the birds.
I stand close to a tree. I feel the heartbeat of the tree. It's so beautiful.
What a beautiful tree. I realized the beauty of life from the song of the tree.
In my eyes, the tree is looking at me. I stood with the tree in time, and the tree gave me upward inspiration.
Loving a tree is like loving a person. This person is you. I fell in love with your lush years, and you gave me a corresponding response.
In this look, I shouted out your name that smells like perfume.
Looking up at modern poem 4, there are always trees covering us.
Sometimes, we will hide in the arms of a tree and see how a tree can shelter us from the wind and rain.
In the hearts of trees, their shelter is innate. I looked up at this moment, looking up at a kind of shelter.
You are a tree that protects me. You have thousands of branches and leaves, and you have roots deeply rooted in the soil.
In fact, we are all trying to make a tree. When you are a tree, someone will look up to you.
Who is it, in the name of the tree, calling for the long-lost spring breeze? A new round of hope will sprout on the leaves of time.
In my eyes, time is the biggest tree.
Time is spreading. Good news about spring will leap from my eyes.
Looking up at the life of modern poetry 5,
We look up at the sky,
Look down at the river,
That's it,
Be a meditator quietly,
Sad, sad,
Happy and carefree,
People who have ideas about you.
Whose sad songs have we heard in our lives,
The autumn and winter that a person walked through,
The leaves have fallen and the wind has cooled.
There is no excuse to hug each other now.
This day has lost its old rhythm,
Stopped the biological clock,
At the end of the road,
Still carefree as before,
Can't talk.
After all, we must keep going,
Seeing this life.