1, blue
When all emotions converge into a sadness, such as a small river and a big river, they converge towards the boundless sea.
No matter how you rush around, there are strong winds, stones and eggs on the river.
Made up of several counter-currents, a small harbor, just like in life, unintentionally avoids the mainstream peacefully.
The emotional level is getting more and more sad. Stop, this Mercedes-Benz blood; They don't all have to cause tears.
You might as well turn it over and over several times, go back to the running water, make all this dazzling, and build logic.
It's a little slow to draw a desperate conclusion; Procrastination and rational judgment will give pure emotion another hope.
2. "Laughter"
It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing.
Gorgeous as dew, smiling, hiding in the flash of shell teeth.
That is God's smile, a beautiful smile; The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered around her ears.
Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart.
It was a poem's smile, a painting's smile: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
3. "Listening to music late at night"
This must be your finger again, flicking, in this late night, full of sadness.
I can't help blushing, listening to the vividness of Black Boy in the middle of the night.
I'm sad to hear that, I know, but how can I respond?
Life has long defined her style, and being too weak is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in my dream, you and I will climb the strings of hope together.
4. A summer night in the mountains
A summer night in the mountains is as deep as a bottomless pit.
Shadows, dense pine forests; There is no light around.
Only one lamp shines on the mountain-two lamps are like the eyes of the night, and the eyes of the night are watching.
The wind all over the mountain crept like walking.
I avoided the branches and leaves everywhere, and the grass everywhere was silent.
It's just running water, which keeps flowing in the valley.
Stone's heart and mouth are singing.
It is even and quiet, and looks like a soft curtain under the hood.
The problem is gone, and the corners are blurred. Is it spying on dreams?
The night elephant is praying and silently expecting, and gloomy piety spreads in silence.
5. Hope
I would rather become a fallen leaf and let the wind and rain blow everywhere.
Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky, has nothing to do with the earth.
But holding the sad sign tightly, touching the disappointment that has not landed.
Dusk, night shift, tiptoe, all empty, no more tenderness.
Forget the existence of this world; Have you; Mourn for the loved ones.
Falling like a fallen flower, I forgot to look at these tears.
On that day, nothing was left except a flash of light and a gust of wind.
You have to forget that I once lived in this world.