I want a deep hug.
I want a constant dependence.
I want someone who is really not old.
I want burning passion.
I want a warm hug.
I want even a little while.
Even if it's only in a dream.
The heart beat faster for another second.
Passion is burning.
I ran with all my might.
Run to rainbow castle
castles in the air
It was built for you and me.
Happiness does not need to be sought.
Because you are my pride.
castles in the air
This is because of you and me.
When you smile
Grow old with you
castles in the air
It was built for you and me.
Happiness does not need to be sought.
Because you are my pride.
castles in the air
This is because of you and me.
When you smile
Grow old with you
City of the sky (prose poem)
( 1)
The ideal city floats in the clouds. There are clear and innocent flowers and tall trees in the city.
Clouds are like snow, blue sky is like a mirror, birds are like elves, spreading their wings slowly and singing leisurely.
The quiet and peaceful city of the sky has disappeared.
It is difficult to find a place without footprints, and even the soul is trampled beyond recognition.
Who wants to come to this sacred paradise? No cell phone, no coffee, no fame, no.
Everything in the world is running, chasing, desperately looking for things outside, looking for things that life and death can't take away. The bag is full of paper and dust, and my heart is full of scars.
I carry the moon home every day and stand in front of the mirror, but I don't know who is opposite.
I really want to be a city in the sky, find myself and become pure.
(2)
If it's just a visit, I want to run away at once.
Don't call me irresponsible, don't call me back with tears, and don't tie my heels with soft hands.
A year is a little short, but decades are too long. The freshness of life will not be soaked by time, but will rot and be covered with thick moss.
Where there is hatred, there is light and there is darkness. Therefore, there must be a beginning and an end, and there must be death in life.
Don't take death so terrible, just like a trip. When you are tired, you should consider the next scenic spot.
Accept life happily and meet death calmly.
Death is not a fallen leaf, but a rainbow in the sky after rain, because it is so short and magical.
(3)
The magic of nature can heal broken hearts and aggregate floating souls.
Anyone who can't copy the sounds of nature is covered with dust, and the room is full of bitterness and resentment.
When I came to the deserted desert, there was only fine sand under my feet and only the sky and silent cold stars above my head.
Sit down, close your eyes, think nothing, and don't accept any movement in your ears.
The liquid will slow down and thinking will stop.
Nature itself has come, like a quiet wind.
The Buddha smiled and silently walked past you, leaving a sigh, condensed into a drop of dew and rolled down in his hand.
In the city of the sky, after the rain, a rainbow appeared on the horizon and crossed the boundless sky.
Sunshine always gives hope to people, wishing them all the best.
Breeze, gently across the face, mixed with charming flowers.
Leaves, floating in the wind, blowing ... belong to the story of spring.
Light blue comes into view from time to time, as if the ink is broken and so harmonious.
Fish jump on the path favored by sunshine, and their hearts are filled with happiness.
The pure melody expresses a beautiful fairy tale.
I became a fairy Durella and rode a flying horse to the clouds.
There is a happy city,
It is called the city of the sky.
castles in the air
castles in the air
The castle in the sky smells as bright as the sun.
City of the sky. Such a flashy fantasy.
The sun began to wander in the sky. Just like our youth once lost its way.
Clouds fluttered with the lightness of marshmallows. This is the dream of a group of people all their childhood.
That sunny afternoon. Those who forget the time and place.
The sun is flooding. The sky is full of cities.
The light twined like a vine, and blossomed one after another, one after another.
Beautiful dream. Castle in the air.
We are all just a group of children exiled by youth, constantly wandering and eager to be placed. Singing pilgrimage all the way, looking for the legendary way to heaven.
We have nothing, we are so scared that there is only one dream left.
Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow. The universe is vast.
On that sunny afternoon, the world had only harsh colors. However, in the universe hundreds of millions of light-years away from the castle, darkness flooded one dream after another, and a group of unknown creatures seemed to have no support at once and fell in droves. Still in the dark, I can't see anything, including the flowers and water in the dark.
How different it is from hope.
The light here is still dazzling. Sunflowers turn for a while and finally return to the original point. It's like walking around, but my memory is still blank, just a lot of dreams. Then the sunflower was silent in the face of darkness.
How different it is from hope.
We are all children exiled by youth. We have nothing, we only have the barren extension of our dreams.
There is a melody floating in the sky city at a height of several thousand meters. Colors show off their arrogance. You can see it.
What you see is not necessarily true.
There is a multidimensional world between that place and us. We can only see a little of the line between two points. There is a line on the surface between the two lines that has never been noticed in our dazzling light.
Between the sky city and us. Cross this line.
Eye contact is within reach, and the distance is illusory. Even if there is no Qianshan, there is endless desolation between the lines, there is no so-called end, and there is no so-called beginning.
Singing and finding, maybe now is the beginning.
Singing and finding, maybe not far ahead is the end.
The legendary sky city leading to the castle is quite different from our dream.
We are children exiled by youth. We have nothing, we are so scared that there is only one dream left.
We are a group of children who can only write. A vague description of a stroke. The description is complex and barren. Only what can be seen by the naked eye can be drawn in red.
In the dream, these words can bloom on barren land and build a road to the sky one by one.
In the dream, the child is fast and slow, walks through the end of time, and finally reaches the sky city with flowers like water.
But only in dreams.
But we are a group of teenagers who can only write, live in exile and chase. Closely intertwined with hurricanes.
Wind and youth.
Wind and youth.
It's like making an agreement with the wind in my last life.
Like a teenager swaying back and forth in the monsoon.
Teenagers in the city of the sky.
Sometimes I'm scared and don't know what to do. Just like the sunshine outside the window suddenly disappeared, the sky was only pale. There is no sky city, no vine-like sunshine, no dazzling colors.
Children can only keep writing, and then fold the letter paper full of block letters into an airplane and fly in the air for a long time. It's like losing a kind heart
Fell asleep again.
I opened my eyes when my face was hot. See the harsh light outside the window again.
In Changjiang No.7 Middle School, the child said that he closed his eyes every day until Qizai disappeared from sight, praying that Qizai would come back to life after opening his eyes. So Qizai really came back to life.
I covered my face with my hands and went to the window, praying that the city of the sky was by my side. However, letting go of the hand is desolate everywhere, still hanging there, so far away.
Can only continue to write.
A talkative teenager.
A teenager far away from the city of the sky.
That's how I look at the baby. You look up at the castle in the sky again and again, and then you are silent.
So depressed and looking forward to it. Cute and pathetic.
Then gently pour out the legends I don't know.
So serious, no one is watching.
Your empty talk, my stumbling alone.
Son, maybe the city in the sky is just an illusion like your dream. Unapproachable.
City of the sky. Such a heartbreaking fantasy.
Hopes full of anticipation.
City of the sky.