1. Yuan Ye
The wind is blowing, and Yuan Ye, where the wind is blowing, has an emotional appeal like prose poetry; At the moment, Yuan Ye is like a warm song, which starts from the water, originates from the forest and curls in the sky. Look at the grass as delicate and lovely as the wheat seedling; Our hearts are as beautiful as Yuan Ye.
2. Cooking smoke
Cooking smoke floats manman over the village; The wind is above the kitchen smoke, walk on by, dare not bend over. The wind knows the thick love of the scattered kitchen smoke for the village; Just don't know if there are tears in the kitchen smoke?
The river flows day and night, with eternal passion for the land; The grass has survived the winter and ushered in the spring, and the burning feelings have been injected into the blood of the season.
Suddenly, I feel that kitchen smoke is just like me, wandering like me, quietly facing a windless valley, or alone facing a lonely wild flower, and tears are quietly flowing out.
3. Women
Because I am a man, I respect women more. A woman is more than a wife to a man; She is a mother, a teacher and a friend. Women know when men need what kind of emotions.
A woman is a wife. She spends her whole life pruning, praising and perfecting men. Women are friends, men are happy, and women are happy; When men cry, women will shed tears; Women are mothers, men are sick, and women take care of them as carefully as mothers; Women are teachers, and when men have setbacks in their careers, women will patiently comfort and help men. In fact, women are children, so let us men care for our whole lives.
if a man doesn't respect a woman, he doesn't respect himself.
4. Clay
People are made of clay. From the soil, to the soil. Soil gives us human life, emotion and thinking; These also give nature. We human beings are proud that we can dominate nature; But we don't know that if we abuse nature, it will dominate us. In fact, this is carefully arranged by the soil, which breeds us human beings and nature, and allows us to protect and cherish each other; Otherwise, nature will kill us!
5. Nostalgia
Nostalgia is a cup of rich wine that people in other places drink when they are lonely. In a moment, my thoughts began to rise, soaking the moon, soaking the night, soaking the lonely lamp and a figure on the wall.
the window is open, and the paper boat full of homesickness floats along the long river of the wind to the homeland; Memory began to wake up, wake up, smile and knock on the familiar door.
6. Tears
Sometimes tears can only flow to yourself, so that beautiful memories will not float out of the window with smoke rings; Aren't you going to ask if the wind is strong? Flip a song, and after the endless thoughts are completely vented, the air in the cabin will stagnate in an instant. I'm drunk, and I've drunk glasses of spirits. Can I really be as drunk as an ancient Buddha? Alone, detached from the realm that ordinary people can't understand.
after a long time, the clock struck midnight. A wisp of fresh hair fell gently and landed on the desk, forming an ancient situation with a pool of fresh tears. From then on, an emotion drifted away, and an emotion wandered far away.
7. The North
When I think of you, I think of that season of sentimental ambiguity. Quiet snow fields, romantic winters, sledges, rabbits, and fiery red peppers; When I think of you, I think of the snowy evening, the innocent Yuan Ye and the beautiful snowman.
when I think of you, I think of a touch; Think of a promise; Thinking of that distant place still has distant sincerity.
8. Edge
Crush the floral fragrance and mix it in the cool night rain to make wine in the cellar; Cook the young beard, mix it in fresh memory and put it into a platter; And then stored in the harbor of the mind. Hang a small lock again, and let the open key make the blue sky and green water pass far away. In the quiet autumn and the rainy season, let's meet someone and stop warmly.
9. Autumn
Once again, I walked out of autumn. I didn't take away a fruit and a fallen leaf. I only looked back and took a fresh look at this silent autumn!
Facing autumn is just like facing yourself; There is no maturity or giving up. I only know that autumn, like me, likes silence; Just like silent me, just like silent autumn, I have my own yearning and beliefs.
Watching autumn is watching myself and watching the smiling life that was once in pain.
1. Tombstones
Actually, I don't want to write any topic about tombstones, because it is always a heavy topic.
For example, a tombstone casts a solid pain for us, which makes death become eternal!
For example, to find tears and remember the past that has long been lost.
There is also an eternal saying as a tombstone-some people are dead but still alive, and some people are alive but dead.
11. Cher
If you miss people, you won't understand your difficulties; White loneliness, wandering fate; And broken hearts scattered everywhere. This is your tragic life. You always come with a smile when people expect you, and create a miraculous beauty with your ordinary life. And this kind of beauty, only in the urchin's happy smiling face and the rich grass green in the old farmer's dream, will you find it?
12. The bluebird
flies persistently; No rest, no comfort; There is no corner on the vast land where you can have a rest. Is this a sad desolation, or a sad and free and easy?
I am alone in the wind, accompanied by autumn; Will you be accompanied by a light cloud in the vast blue sky?
13. That year
He said that a person will experience all kinds of misfortunes, and he will bear these misfortunes, which is his mission.
From that year on, he explained his life by wandering, which is his fate; From that year on, he became a tearful man.
wave, he has gone; The old pine tree at the intersection is blown by the wind every year and soaked by the rain every year.
14. Sowing
Spring has come, and we are all busy sowing, all eager for the biggest harvest in autumn.
But let's not forget to identify the seeds carefully: some are hypocritical, some are cowardly and some are degenerate; Of course, there will be many seeds of selflessness, courage and diligence. Sow the seeds behind, and there will be heavy harvest.
So seeds are more important than harvest. If we sow the seeds of evil in front of us, then what else will we have except the failure of the grain?
15. Hai
Remember Na Pianhai?
One day in Na Yue that year, on the lonely beach, there were only you and seagulls flying around the sea.
In that scene, the sea belongs to you; In that story, the world has your own songs and poems.
after many years, you sit at the window and quietly recall the sea that once belonged to you, as well as your pain and your melancholy; Or, just like on this dull day, drink a light blue cocktail.
16. Return
It's the autumn rain season when I end my wandering footprints from a distance and am beaten into a parcel full of sorrow by sails.
Walking alone in the familiar street in the rain, the umbrella swaying back and forth hurried by; A feeling of family comfort arises spontaneously. Gazing, I found that I only belong to an umbrella, the sound of rain for a second.
17. Love story
When the heart is clear, the rain is also clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain; Years can vent a primitive mood, but they can't chew the taste of the mood.
I walked out of a long wet dream and told a leisurely love story to the old people.
18. Let me
Let me make a sail and wrinkle the sea, and your smile is the most beautiful in the world; Let me be a cloud and cover the moon, and your heart is the warmest in the world; Let me be the wind. Blow away the drizzle, and your tears are the most tender feelings in the world.
19, the road
repeated footprints, impatiently looking back at the empty street; The street lamp held its breath and looked at the lonely figure on the ground in fear. The moon is sleepy, hiding in the clouds to sleep; The wind set off gently; Lonely figure, out of a long, familiar and unfamiliar road.
2. Listening to the rain
With the story of reunion, I have a habit of going out to listen to the rain. Thin as love words lingering; I miss you, leaving my days behind unintentionally, but I couldn't get away from it when I was in Na Yue that year.
After having a dream, I have a worry; Worry, fishing away the laughter, leaving only a pool of tears; Tears, suppress the silence of the years.
21. Meeting for the first time
You only stepped on my trembling heart, leaving a deep and shallow memory that will never be erased; Bitter or sweet.
I'm not a painter. If I paint, it will be too concrete. I am not a musician, if I compose music, it will be too abstract; I am a poet, writing about you in a quiet night, a moment of concentration.
22. I
can't write a poem, but tears quietly line up; Look at dusk, dead leaves, helpless. Paint a bleak landscape that can never be erased. Close your eyes, tears soak the wind and rain, blame your mind with love, and wipe the grown tears. Isn't it a waste of effort?
ask me standing at the window, has tonight been sublimated into a lifetime? Otherwise, it's my thoughts, or ...
23. Feeling
Looking at an old poet's poem, I'm expressionless. Because the clouds and flowers and moons have faded away, the bugs sing happily; Don't ask Pangu Kaitian, The goddess patching the sky; Don't ask the merits and demerits of Qin Shihuang and the Great Wall; How about Meng Jiangnv? What about the hero who only knows how to bow and shoot big eagles? Migratory birds know the seasonal changes, and the earth is silent ... < P > Blood and blood type make up for the trauma in the trauma; Bright red legend, real history; The Yellow River and the Yangtze River that have been rushing for thousands of years; There are still years, and there are old trees in Qingshan; Is it the waves or the wind and rain that come from the song?
five thousand years is just a concept; Culture is a permanent question mark? Simple language; Then turn into a free bluebird! As far as the world is concerned, the sky is very low and the sea is very shallow.
vicissitudes, samsara.
24. In fact,
Only by soaking the rest of my age in wine and burying it in the cellar can I feel that living is poetic. Then seriously put your energy into it, looking for a color that has been lost in your life.
do you think you will forget when you hide? In fact, at dusk and dawn, you have already been imprinted in that rainy cloud ...
The window is open.
25. Think back
Only by coloring the memory can we know that the long-lost time has no end. The old monk who meditates is like an ancient stone in the glare of the sun; It's so dazzling and heavy.
listen to a baby crying; The breath of life came to me. The beach is still salty, and the desert is still engraved with the eternal pace; Listen to the roar of the sea and see an oasis.
Dreams are full of sweet hopes.
So all the emotions and tears are so fresh that I am moved; So my thoughts began to recover and burn in a state of mind like water; Unconsciously, I also
dissolved myself in the sunrise scenery at sea and the amorous feelings of the desert.
26. In the dream
I am in a dream, and I am lying down. Look at the dark clouds outside the window and listen to the vegetation in the wind. Is it a natural language? There are clouds peeking in the courtyard, a window is full of autumn, and the walls are full of green life. I don't want to or listen to the trembling moans.
Did you fail the deep autumn? Wake up, the moon is curved like a ring, and the bright candlelight quietly listens to a wisp of sorrow at dusk; Who is standing outside the window? Go out and pick up some Ye Qiu feelings and identify my feelings from the night.
The mood in the dream suddenly becomes a memory; Like the changeable taste of the sky, bitter and sour; Another example is a bird, as light as smoke and as heavy as a mountain. No, flashing into a star in my heart; No, a passing star, I can't help looking at it.
27. Deformity
I saw a bird flying in a cage. The fish threw its seeds, and the stars hid, and the season played happily with sadness and joy.
Imagination is a ghost, and ghosts are busy with their bosses; The boss is laughing secretly, I don't know who to laugh at; This stupid guy.
I saw myself frowning and hitting the mirror, and my heart was broken like a hexagonal snowflake.
this is not a poem, but words are ants, crawling in rows, like a curved snake, spitting out its core.
Yue was too scared to peep.
has the deformed fetus grown up? Thought is still as light as water, can water mutate slowly?
28. Burying flowers
A fragment of the Red Chamber is like a candle in my heart, burning love into a dream.
I don't want to have or not have a romance in my life, let alone think about the length of flowering. Just care about whether to bury love or withered flowers; Don't ask whether the wound is sweet or bitter, only know that there was once beauty in life.
29. Nostalgia for the past
Miss the beauty Yang Guifei, who is drunk with crimson flowers; Think deeply again, when Liang Shanbo Zhu Yingtai, the eternal butterfly, acacia swan song.
Plant a far-reaching old vine, pick up a chilling cicada of Shang Yin, and drink a cup of Li Yu's spring water; You can know how much sadness has been experienced throughout the ages.
The wine narrates the queen's daughter's English, flicks a song of Xiang Jun, and Han Qing's geometry is clear and thin.
alas! It is better to be true in ancient times than in the past.
if you raise a thousand cups, you will be ethereal and clear.
3. Broken chapter of love
Over 3 years old, I don't want to write about love again.
The sun is burning the sea, and I smell the sea; Time continues to imagine, and years slip away with tenderness; Listening to a few nostalgic songs, my heart becomes a lonely island.
Life is like tea, and thick tea dirt explains the mystery of love; Seasons are crystal clear into juicy fruits, and I chew the groaning seasons; Listen to the whistle of pigeons in the ethereal air and imagine the story of clouds' arduous journey.
Choose a sunny night and pick a star to wait for the curtain to rise ...