A person's life can become good or bad, but he just cannot become completely different. A person should live his own life and be very clean.
I would say it to nature, to the birds, to the silent autumn earth, but I don’t want to say it to people.
Cicada is a strange thing. It crawls out from the ground and looks at you with false eyes. It always smells like a coffin.
I began to feel you, the tiny hairs floating on the back of your neck.
I drew everyone around you, except you. I think you are so dazzling that my eyes cannot stay.
Your eyes are big and beautiful, as deep as a dreamy school of fish, and there is a metallic brilliance on the line of your nose and the corners of your mouth.
I can hear your voice now, walking into your voice through the thin world, your eyes...
As I walk, I keep coming back to this moment, I still Looking at the lightest hair on the nape of your neck.
As the train walked, it entered the early morning, and the sun rose brightly over the Haihe River.
I seemed to wake up, I stood, I know that I am losing at this moment, and in a while, you will become an illusion of eternal life.
You are still smiling, and I am angry with you. I know that there is a you living and growing in the world who is more real than me.
She sleeps peacefully under the thin tiles woven in the south, holding a toy in her hand, as bright as a lily;
She is the real me, growing up and living has made the surroundings dark. The world becomes clean;
She is the real me, walking towards me, we will meet at a certain point in time, and my gray wings turn into tears for this.
I know that people have two lives, one is not over yet, and the other has just begun.
The light on her forehead bears the mark of my imagination, she is the result of my imagination.
In the next four years, letters flew back and forth like migratory birds, and finally one day, they stopped and made a nest.
We got married, and there was a little family in the world.
Fantasy is fantasy, reality is reality. Fantasy is like clouds in the sky, drifting in the wind.
Reality is reality, bloody and full of chicken feathers.
The place of peace of mind is home, home is a state of mind! Missing you is very important, and if you miss you, you can feel at ease - you are at home all over the world, and you can travel around the world at home.
I know that human nature is unreliable, what a beautiful nature!
Everything has its shallowness and surliness, and it is possible for it to overturn and change.
The lock didn't open just because the key didn't turn.
The Antarctic galaxy is so brilliant and quiet. There is no cleaner air and brighter stars than here.
We have never seen such a dense cluster of stars. They are really like overlapping ears of wheat, with thin light, so dazzling, silvery, and floating in the atmosphere. Only then did we realize that the atmosphere is also undulating, just like the sea water, and we live in a quiet seabed.
The desolate light of dusk shines on the huge silhouettes of the battlements and the urn city.
The battle of the mouth and the heart is the battle of the body, and the world is against me. I would rather be a piece of jade than a piece of brick.
Socializing with others does not depend on talent and status, but on whether the realm is consistent! Only when you reach the realm can you have divine insight into the heavens and the earth.
Perhaps because I have a responsibility for the land and a relationship with it. In this meaningless thing in the world, I have gained a kind of reliance. I seem to have become a part of the land. .
I exchange breath and nutrients with the woods. What I take from it must be returned to it. Sunlight and water enter my body through them and return again. This kind of life experience is very full.
The black bird stopped in the moon, the flowers on the trees had already bloomed, and the ground was covered with red.
The god of China is nature, and this nature is the inner heart that is as calm as water; everything is clearly presented in your heart;
When a gust of wind blows, the birds begin to sing. , the tree began to ring.
Only when your life is beautiful, the world is beautiful.
When the spirit comes, you will do things; when the spirit leaves, there is nothing left.
At this time, you neither belong to the logic of life nor the mental state of life, and you will be particularly embarrassed. This is the unbearable lightness of life!
His shoelaces were broken and they clunked when he walked.
Originally, "winner and loser" was a derogatory term, but since the "Theory of Evolution" came to the West, natural selection and survival of the fittest have become praiseworthy terms.
Excerpts from some poems
Only I gently spread out the paper
Like a tropical storm, feeling the coolness of lightning for the first time
Countless gentle undulating waves, follow it to the misty place
Like a white paper, silent love, calling you everywhere
Wave after wave of water rushing towards the waterfall Fall? The rainbow rises
The first time I stood at the exit? Didn’t complete the journey
I ate and put rice into the bag
I slept like a Bucket of water
Every night
I try to cry
I feel sleepy after trying for a while
Those gentle birds
Sleeping like a cloud
Night? Dark blue, dark blue
The crescent moon bends upwards through the curtains
You like singing children
The trees I sang about all fell down
The flowers bloomed like fire but also felt lonely
You are really like a bouquet of flowers in the deep night
You can’t see the branches behind you at all.
Open the typhoon? Put a ball of time in your hands
Knead it gently like clay
Unknowingly, it becomes a gem and melts into bronze In the mirror
This seems to be the only thing in the world
Touch yourself? Pretty clean? Still there? This is the only thing in the world
I don't Among all the past events I know, you are the only one who seems to be real
I told you again and again? No one heard you
What a wonderful night it was
The clouds sleep like birds
The night is deep blue and deep blue
It is almost dawn when we say goodbye
The high wheat field is covered with green light
Like a curtain waiting to be opened
Birds chirping
The trees are getting taller
She wants to stand in the flowers? Stars are everywhere.
The story of her wanting to become water? The light shines in the heart of the sea
The stars are like silver and the sea is like shadow
The stars and the sea reflect each other? The clouds are deep and the dream is deep
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