Punch the poetry of life

At this moment, the night is quiet. I know the value of silence. When I start to be silent, loneliness becomes real. Silent loneliness contains eternal secrets. Do you have a heart that can listen to silence through time? Listen, the poet's Cambridge sings in the sunset, the farewell flute rings gently, and there are my listening ears in the darkness. The night is as cool as water, and my thoughts climb the vines of despair and sink. On the frosty lawn, I am like a frog at the bottom of a well, with vacant eyes scattered in yesterday's sky. I know I will be accompanied by cold and humidity. I would like to paint the ground as a prison, and all the flowers and plants, all the green willows and silver springs … stay away from me! The city has become an island, and life has become a shackle. The wings of dreams have lost their feathers, and the footsteps of hearts are firmly drawn. I hid the truth, but I couldn't hide my shame. I prayed to get rid of my sadness as soon as possible, but the dark prison left me nowhere to escape. A circle locks the corner of the eye, locks the brow and locks the ink-filled yesterday. I don't know how long it will take to wait like this, and how many ups and downs it will take to miss it. When I stand on a tree in your path, then you walk by, then you ignore, then I wither ... who taught me to be afraid? Is it pain? Still lost? Was it death or infatuation? So, I dare not admit my feelings and quietly bury them, together with hope and possible deception. To this end, let me sow a dandelion seed, germinate steadily, and finally float away, so that I can live forever. Bit by bit, bit by bit, lost and melancholy, indifferent and elegant. Dancing with indifferent and melodramatic language, playing with a fiery and strange unintentional sword, and finally piercing the distant imagination! The persistent expectation of piercing into the soul turns a calm heart lake into desperate pain. Put your hands over your sunken chest and savor, feel and think. The other hand held high and slowly extended to the endless sky. The free eyes released the last trace of cruelty and poured out infinite love. Joy has spread, and pain is still struggling, alternately pestering the empty soul to fly. Listen, listen, the faint melody has written five flavors, just like the duty of hell. I quietly collapsed on the cold floor beside the table, quietly closed one eye and laughed at myself. The other eye stared angrily and arrogantly at the forgotten black silk thread in the corner, teasing my only sobriety! The wind is blowing, and the butterfly brings a distant letter with the most beautiful gesture. I have been imprisoned for thousands of years, and I am still thinking of your kindness. Time flies like water, and how many years are understated. In this life, let me taste the last red alone and enjoy the distant forgetting alone; Love the wayward soul alone, wandering alone in the space of purgatory! A person lonely, a person waiting, a person looking forward to! Draw a prison, and I will grow old in it. ........