I am waiting for you, Xu Zhimo
I am waiting for you.
I looked at the dim light outside
as if I were looking at the future,
my heart was shocked and blinded me.
why haven't you come yet? I hope
will allow flowers to bloom every second.
I am waiting for your steps,
your laughter, your face,
your soft hair,
waiting for everything;
Hope dies
every second-where are you?
I want you to make my heart ache,
I want you to smile like a flame,
I want your flexible waist,
your hair flies in the corner of your eye;
I'm trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere,
like an island,
I'm involuntarily floating and sinking among the waves of python green ...
Oh, I'm eager to see
your coming, and to see
that magical Youtan
open the top of time!
why don't you come? you have the heart!
You know, I know you know,
It's a fatal blow that you didn't come to me,
It killed Yangchun, which was first released in my life,
It taught me darkness as solid as iron in a mine,
It oppressed my thoughts and breathing;
Kill the poor bud of hope,
Deliver me, like a prisoner, to the horror of
jealousy and sorrow, shame of life
and despair.
this may be a delusion. It's a delusion.
I believe I am really stupid;
But I can't turn a directional rudder.
I can't hesitate because of the wind and interest-
I can't turn back. My fate drives me!
I also know that this is probably the road to
destruction, but
for you, for you,
I will do anything;
this is not only my passion,
so is my only reason.
idiot! I want to crush the fiber of a life
to touch a woman's heart!
What I want and can win is at most
a tear from her,
an indifferent sneer from her;
But I'm willing. Even if
the news of my pink body reaches
a stubborn stone, she regards me as
a rat in a crypt and a worm,
I'm still willing!
Being infatuated with the truth is unconditional,
God can't bring back a
infatuated heart like a general
sometimes bringing back soldiers who have gone to the dead net.
In vain, everything is in vain.
It is undeniable that you will not come.
Although my heart is burning with a raging fire,
I am hungry for everything about you.
Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;
Any wishful thinking and prayer
can't shorten the distance between you and me by an inch
!
The outdoor twilight has
condensed into the darkness of the night,
The branches are hung with ice and snow,
The birds have lost their chirps,
Silence is the universe of mourning.
The needle on the clock is constantly comparing with
mysterious gestures, like pointing,
like sympathy, like ridicule,
Every time I touch the point, it sounds to me like
the death knell of my own heart is buried alive, leading to an oak tree
If I love you-
it's not like climbing campbell flower
.
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a spring
that brings cool comfort all the year round;
It's not just like a dangerous peak
increasing your height, setting off your dignity
even sunlight
or even spring rain
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree
roots, clinging to the ground
leaves, touching in the clouds
Every time a gust of wind passes
we greet each other,
but no one
understands our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems <
I have my red flowers
like a heavy sigh,
like a heroic torch
We share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt;
We * * * enjoy the mist, the flowing haze and the rainbow
as if we were separated forever,
but we are dependent on each other for life
This is the great love,
Here's the loyalty:
Love-
Not only your stalwart body, but also your position,
.
goddess peak
Among all kinds of handkerchiefs waving at you,
whose hand suddenly retracted
and covered her eyes tightly
When people scattered away, who
was still standing at the stern
whose dress was flying, like a surging cloud
Jiang Tao
raised a voice
lowered a voice. Can the heart
really turn into a stone
I have missed countless times for the wandering crane overlooking the distant sky
The moonlight on the riverside
The flood of Jinguangju and Ligustrum lucidum along the river bank
is inciting new betrayal
It is better to cry on my lover's shoulder for one night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years
Dai Wangshu propped up oil paper in the rainy lane
. I hope to meet a girl who has the same color, fragrance and sadness as cloves. She is sad in the rain, sad and wandering in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, silently sad, indifferent and sad, and sad. She approaches silently and throws a sigh of relief. She walked away silently, far away, to the crumbling hedge wall, and walked through the rainy lane. In the sad song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed and dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported by an oil-paper umbrella, wandered alone in the long, long and lonely rainy lane. I hope to float across a girl who is as sad as lilac.