This is the most beautiful work in the world.
The strangest and most precious works,
This is the saddest and tearful one:
The thin, dry grayish-yellow leaves of Sophora japonica.
I forgot it was in Jiangnan, Jiangbei,
In which city and garden did you pick it up?
Sandwiched in an ancient collection of poems,
Over the years, there has been no damage.
The leaves of Sophora japonica slipped gently like cicadas,
When I look carefully, I still have some dirt from my old country.
The ancient country, hey, hey, what year, month and day has it arrived?
Let me come back to your arms.
To enjoy one of the most pleasant places in the world.
The season of sweet scent of Sophora japonica?
Flowering Tree (Taiwan Province Province) Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
When you are old, by Richie
When you are old, this is a poem by Ye Zhi.
Just think about it, there are only four words.
I feel like crying.
When you are old, that sentence is as soft as down.
Love and cherish
Between the lines, colorful.
When you are old, your tone is soft and warm.
It's dusk light, it's moonlight.
A slow cello sound
When you are old, when your eyes are no longer clear.
In the twilight, this beauty
It is inevitable that people will feel vaguely distressed.
When you are old, when you have a pilgrim's soul.
When you hear the bell of love
Quietly ring the last loyalty.
When you get old, I really hope.
Is this poem for me, or
Many years later, I was the one who wrote this poem.
Li qi, the author of the word
It's hard for me to say this word to anyone.
This word is the gold in my heart and the pupil in my eyes.
It is the dew on my heart flower, and it will break when touched.
As soon as the word comes out, there is a kind of regret.
Although it is a sentence, it reveals too much.
This word is a gentle finger.
That's the smile and tears of my life.
I keep this word in my heart.
When its lights are flashing,
My heart is so moist and warm.
This word is deeply rooted.
Filled with the most beautiful and sweet fruit.
For this word
I can suffer on earth.
You can walk through it generously.
The swamp of language and the thorns of eyes
What a good word.
Love-
Open your mouth gently.
You have to get up the courage for almost a lifetime.
How simple my life is.
From this word to this word.
Calm down, world.
Listen to me spit out the word gently.