It's really hard to turn back.
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It's just a cool.
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This is heartbreaking.
Watching the wooden clock keep swinging.
So as always,
I'm ticking
Quietly pawn memories
then
Sleep quietly
Just get used to it.
A track of life
Such a big city
Loneliness has nowhere to hide.
sunset
Just watch.
The beautiful sky passed quietly.
on / in the street
People come and go.
The street lamps light up in turn.
Emotions flow secretly.
pass by
This season is full of flowers and moonlight.
pass by
A stone road covered with moss and glass.
pass by
Quiet pine forest
pass by
Summer rain and autumn yellow
Along the way.
Your company is gone.
stare
In the years when the branches are old.
one person
on hand
Indifferent and melancholy
I can still walk on the road.
Nobody knows.
Where am I going tomorrow?
have only
The last touch of the sunset
With the corner of my last eye
Support my faith.
Use someone's name.
Or a story.
leave
This impetuous city
Standing in the middle of the journey
Happiness is sadness.
Modern Poetry of the Past 2 When Love is Past.
We all face our past frankly.
Living may be a kind of happiness.
Some things are doomed to end from the beginning.
Love, the kind of care and love for each other.
It doesn't involve hypocrisy, it really leaves no trace.
We are not confused, we have all paid.
Giving up may be the best ending for each other, because we all feel tired.
After leaving, we all abandoned the sky.
At the same time, it also sealed each other's memories, love, hate and crying.
Across the blue sky, leaving no trace.
Perhaps, no one understands.
Maybe it's more like sweat in a crowded crowd, and it's lost cleanly.
Leave a trace of tired and noisy reality in the street.
The bougainvillea blown down by the wind and rain is a little bright red.
This tree bears witness to our past, but it cannot bear witness to our future.
Regret tells a kind of sadness in the leaves in every corner.
Everything is in the past.
Living in another kind of power and responsibility
There is no room to tell each other here, and suddenly they become strangers.
The beauty of words and vicissitudes tell each other and record a mood.
Sometimes I prefer to live in another space, but the reality is the kind of sadness.
A cigarette, burning alone on chapped lips.
A person's pale face is covered with it.
Stubble and fatigue are always accompanied by the fragility of this artistic conception.
No one understands and doesn't want to tell that kind of sadness and sadness.
I am a sentimental species in the world,
You are a melancholy guest in the dust,
Our destiny,
Life has been doomed since it was born.
Love someone,
Love the pure beauty inadvertently revealed in his character,
Life is a huge flower,
As long as at the moment of meeting,
Gave each other sincere convenience, glad you came.
We always walk through love in a short time,
And then spend a lot of time walking in the memory of love,
True love,
Never stop because of the storm.
How many people have you loved,
How much love will bloom for you on the roadside of life,
Which heart have you been kind to,
How much tenderness it will pour out for you.
At the window of life,
How many beautiful scenery flies by,
It's too late to remember,
What can stay in fate,
It is the brand of real life.
Fall in love with someone,
Is an involuntary beauty,
Be the most beautiful flower in your heart,
Let love bloom all the way in the sun,
Let love be poetic in the moonlight.
Some loves don't need to ask the result.
There is a warm process,
Is happiness and perfection,
I can't spend my life with you physically.
But I share joys and sorrows with you with poetry like water.
How much goodness there is in life is unpredictable,
But it does happen in your life,
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder is your happiness,
When today is the past,
You are still the most beautiful love story in my heart.
There is always a kind of beauty in life that cannot be replaced.
When one day you get old,
I found those quiet and fragrant, which made people cry.
The day when love warms my heart,
It is the most beautiful and whitest time in life.
Past modern poetry 4 poems memorized.
With the trace of time.
Flip through a book in the room.
Yellowing leaves
Get rid of all the melancholy.
That clear vein
The past.
The story of burning time running in the dust
Watch and watch.
The mood is bright and lonely.
The past is like a glass.
Spiritual rhyme
Touches your soul
That's soft
Branches of time
Experienced seasonal changes.
Dry poems have long been splashed with green.
It makes people happy and emotional.
People can't help but rise up.
A touch of love and sweetness
The quicksand of time
Covering the long river of years
Moisturize the lines of the past
All flowers are beautiful.
Fate and separation are also stories.
Those shoulders
Those intersections
Those discrete ones
And the scenery
All contain fragrance.
Through the colorful refraction of sunlight
Bright and beautiful .......
Time flies.
Time is shallow.
Whether it's leaving
Let's go further.
Or never.
Memory is like a poem.
Twist my childhood past.
First reading
Graceful.
Read twice
Softening time
Read again
Warm the atrium
The past is like glass.
Shine in memory .....
The body of Xiang Xue Lan Ruo
The past is like the wind, and it is unbearable to look back.
How many joys, sorrows and entanglements have been precipitated,
It is a memory of the past of youth, which can never be turned back;
Like a wisp of Yun Lan around the mountain, it is hard to erase.
When we want to stay away from its trail,
It gently calls us back,
Let's soak deeply in its juice,
Taste the five flavors of life!
If the past was the wind,
The past is all about honing us.
Let's face the present stronger.
You can't leave anything behind,
There's nothing unhappy about it!
When it disappears like smoke,
That's all.
However, it will let us find that,
I am more mature and stronger!
This is just a step in our life,
It's an episode on our growing road!
If the past was the wind,
As the years passed,
Those memories left in time,
There are always some regrets and sighs.
How many ups and downs a person has to go through in his life,
How can we perceive more beauty without regret?
Let us learn to forget misty rain and sunset,
Enjoy inner satisfaction and peace,
Cherish your happiness!
Put down the burden,
In a quiet and stable life,
Enjoy your ordinary happiness.
If the past was the wind,
don't forget to
And constantly torture yourself;
Don't always test because of sadness.
A fragile heart,
No one will remember your story,
No one will sympathize with your life.
After twists and turns, suffering is hanging on the branches and being dried into strength!
Is to test your own strength!
Even if it was vague, beautiful and unforgettable,
It just turned into a beautiful sadness.
If the past is the wind, the past will become ruins!
Let it go with the wind!