You dive into the night like a fishnet with your hands
Why is it always my idea
I wander around like a fish longing for freedom
Living in her elaborate loneliness
is bound to be reduced to
just to be braver
more creative. Into the
solidification of melancholy
What's stolen
is my desire
I'm lying in your arms
It's like a newly released pirated disk of Star Wars
spinning like a windmill
attracting too many eyeballs
This episode is not finished
The next episode has already started < P > Why do the waves
touch the blue sky, the full moon and the stars
that she likes
have the texture of the Han Dynasty
the charm of Tang poetry
just like a person's left eye and right eye
open wider, Round again
If the bottom wall is close to the cliff
What you see is what you think
What you think is ancient
I don't know that day in Na Yue
Under the willow tree, by the ancient pavilion,
Meeting in the Sunset 2
Modern Poetry 2
I am a cloud in the sky
Occasionally projected on your wave center
You don't have to be surprised
nor happy
Disappeared in a twinkling
Xu Zhimo accidentally
How to arrange the prologue of the story
so as to have a gorgeous ending
We in the plot. Tears
finally lost myself
How to hide
so as not to be seen through this desolate state of mind
How much prosperity and desolation
so as to see through a person's heart
There are too many things in this world that backfire
Smiling begins
Tears end
Crying begins
Smiling ends. Who is overgrown
and whose road is barren with weeds
whose warmth is like jade
who has made her happy all her life
who has turned a blind eye
who has lost her youth
who can't keep an unchanging promise
but can't keep a fickle heart
If you don't love me
please refuse me without reservation. Then I won't wait for you
and eventually I will leave
and I don't want charity love
because it's not love
Everyone has a forest of their own
The lost people are lost
The people who meet will meet in modern poetry 3
Life, Always when we are alone and quiet, we
think too much
remember yesterday more and more
live tomorrow less and less
/
We are often hurt by a person
because we personally
give him the right to hurt ourselves
Your heart has already acquiesced in all his actions
.
No matter what hardships life has experienced, it always cares about the warm things in life.
A person can be described as withered
But a person's memory can never die
/
The more beautiful the memories are, the easier it is to make people cry.
Everyone's soul contains sadness and joy that can't be moved by words.
I have been avoiding those places that are too deep in my memory.
Perhaps it is an instinctive self-protection
/
Because the music a person listens to is very sad
, I wrote these sad words in an essay
Maybe it's the trace left by the memory after passing through my heart
A ray of warm fireworks that once belonged to me has already drifted away
/
If there is a kind of worry that the wind can't blow away
If there is a kind of sorrow that the rain can't wash away
Then let the river of words take away the sadness in life
After all, the lightness of life can't bear too much sadness
/
If one day
I turn my head and look back at a story
I no longer shed tears for the people in that story
Are the two hearts blocked by the time interval
/
I'm afraid of those crashing times in the dead of night
When the softest place in one's heart
is not stung by hard things
it may be the quietest and best moment in life
/
The first end of the years is the meeting
The other end of the years is the forgetting
Our hearts
We have been languishing for a lifetime between this shore and the other shore. Meeting modern poetry 4
There is a meeting, which is the first time, but it is like meeting after a long separation
There is an meeting that surprises the time and warms the Jiangnan in April. The misty rain
the intermittent raindrops
are like Iraqi whispers
not yet falling
wet bluestones
raindrops fall from the sky
through the gray eaves. Left in the antique wooden lattice window room
gradually blurred
A few Chun Yan danced and wandered outside the corner
From time to time, they skipped their eyes
The vendors who passed by occasionally shouted softly
Then they mingled with the crowd and disappeared
I was waiting for a blossoming corner
a messy heartstring in this winding alley like Song Yu in tang style. Waiting for you to set things right
Never believe in love at first sight
Just want to believe that my previous life was destined to
finally wait until you were
ok, I didn't give up
as beautiful as I imagined
My hands were soft, my skin was soft and my face was smooth
All the beautiful years were between your eyebrows. People are drunk
at that moment, it seems to be standing at the time node
and returning to the era of Tang poetry and Song poetry
, the same quaint town
, the same Tsing Yi alley
, the same flowing water
and you
with beautiful eyes, the time is flowing, and the time has changed a lot
The only thing I can't forget.
When I pass in front of my eyes, the calm heart lake that I have kept all the year round seems to have entered a big stone, and I can't go back to the ancient well.
The endless ripples are all your drops.
Sometimes people have a strange familiarity.
Only when they meet someone, they feel deja vu.
That's because, in previous lives, it's too. The wallet is too short
Maybe it's just that we
accidentally lost each other in the river of reincarnation, and when we meet again, the marks on our souls will keep flashing
That's forgetting the other side of Sichuan, leaving a look back
blue sky and other misty rain, and I'm waiting for you
Wen/Chao.