Gather in the sky to recite poems

No one is an island, self-contained; Everyone is a part of this vast continent. If the waves wash away a clod, there will be less in Europe; If a cape, if your friend or your own manor is washed away, the same is true. Anyone's death makes me lose, because I was conceived in human beings. So ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you.

-Dorn

In fact, it is very sad to suddenly see the landlord's problem, because all his relatives have left. If remembering is forgetting, I will never remember it again. If forgetting is memory, how close I am to forgetting.

Choose a few songs and see if they are suitable. If not, I will find them for you. ...

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Ice and snow paradise

Author: Liu Pin

Please forgive me when I write about heaven.

The speed of lyricism slowed down.

Snowflakes fall like night.

I thought of my loved ones who died young.

Is he cold in heaven?

Did he find any other relatives before it snowed?

At this point, are they also around the fire, rubbing their hands?

Speak softly, with snowflakes

fail

Cover my manuscript paper warmly

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Where are you?

Author: Duoduo

One stop at a time in the echo

Now, there is a little silence.

Still absorbing another kind of geographical knowledge

Just like without a guide, darkness is complete.

There is no other horizon.

Nothing. I passed away, too

Where you died.

There are no other deaths

Except for the blow your woman suffered.

Keep your flying posture.

-More complete death

When the wind in the mountain pass is still threatening, this is death.

I'm afraid to play dead when I'm dead.

The laughter of the cliff stayed in the darkness deep in the mirror.

Keep asking about the pink bedroom.

The voice from the next man

Ask your woman

Ask her: Where are you?

Where you get lost is where he enters.

From your uncomplaining side.

In a place just a little higher than people.

Death, continue to invest.

All generations are involved.

To answer the anxiety of the wilderness at night:

Where are you?

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Non-existent land

Author: Sodergeland

I long for a land that doesn't exist,

Because I'm tired of pleading for everything.

The moon speaks to me in an ancient tone.

Land that does not exist.

Where all our wishes were perfectly realized,

Where all our chains fell off,

There, our bleeding foreheads cooled.

In the dew of the moonlight.

I've had hallucinations of high fever all my life.

I found one thing, and I got one thing-

The road to land that doesn't exist.

In a land that doesn't exist.

My love wears a shining crown.

Who is my lover? The night is heavy

The stars trembled and answered.

Who is my lover? What's his name?

The sky is getting higher and higher.

A human child is submerged in the fog.

I don't know the answer.

But a human child has nothing but certainty.

Its outstretched arm is bluer and higher than the whole sky.

Appear there and answer: I love you forever.

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Ah, mom.

Author: Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom.

I often look up at your photos sadly.

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

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The last exercise

Author: Shi Tiesheng

The last exercise is to walk along the cliff.

What I heard in my dream, the soul

Like a flying fly

The window buzzed.

Dancing and singing in the trembling sun

Expectation is memory.

Who says I'm not dead?

Before birth, the sun

Experienced countless ups and downs.

Long time is wasted by long nothingness.

Swallow, in the name of my birthday.

make a comeback

In the afternoon, if the sun is silent.

Can you hear the past?

Where have you been?

At the front end of light or the extreme of thought

The existence of time is ignored.

Same life and death

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historical remains

Author: Shi Tiesheng

If I count my belongings,

Please don't forget this window.

This is what I often use.

My eyes

My breath, my sweet dreams.

My thoughts flow from there to the world.

My world evokes miracles there.

My happiness

Start there and come back there.

Dawn and night are my soul.

If I count my belongings,

Please don't forget this old tree.

That's where I often go.

My home

My crying, my silence

My forest exploded from there.

My expansion leads from there to nothingness.

My hope

Grow there, die there.

Germination and defoliation are my fascinations.

If I count my belongings,

Please don't forget this sky.

That is my eternal vision.

My prayers

My troubles, my sadness

My spirit is full of wings there.

My pigeon broke its wing there.

My life

Come from there and go back there.

I fly in the sky and underground.

If I count my belongings,

Please don't forget your feelings.

That's what I care about.

My nostalgia

My inspiration, my language.

My river rushes out of your shadow.

My waves are calm in your eyes.

My lover

There is no parting, but there will always be reunion.

I am yours and you are mine.