Children's shoes, I beg for poetry, a beautiful and sad type, thank you!

1, this night is so lonely that I can't see anyone else around me. The frozen lake is like a broken prism, reflecting from my lonely back. Walking alone in the cold wind, surrounded by unchanging scenery, the lights in your hands are in sharp contrast with the ice and snow, reflecting the crystal in your heart. The inscription of rest on my body walks through this mountain with scars. The wind here is erratic, laughing at those tragic and arrogant fates. Tonight is so quiet and quiet, only the eternal scenery is left. The deceased had already closed his tired eyes, leaving only a few drops of cold blood. Still trying to melt the hard ice of the soul 2, sadness is no longer a river against the current. Sometimes your words are so profound that I'm not ready to understand them. Even if I can see them deeply, you seldom record them in my dictionary. The process of wealth experience is the process of accumulation. You were right when you were sad last night. You don't know what you want most. After a long time, sadness became a river against the current. It seems that sadness has never been carefully defined, so there is no need to immerse yourself in it. There is no need to achieve anything. What is necessary is that I know what I want and what I want to do. No complaints, no sadness. There is only one way forward, and that is to know that even if I am sad, I must be equally strong, because I know that I have to do a lot to stop the sadness from flowing back. From the day I left, I have regarded you as my eternal hatred for the world, which is too cruel and cold. I divided our thoughts into two parts, one with you and the other with me, asking God why there are always so many ups and downs, joys and sorrows in the world, and why people in the same world can't come together. I wonder if your hometown has changed too much? I hope your promise will never fade after a long time. Don't leave my job behind. Do you feel it? My soul will always be by your side. My thoughts in a foreign land began to spread to you day by day. The world without you is really hard. Why do I feel like time is running when I am with you? When I left you, my heart seemed to suffer. At the window of every full moon night, you don't know that I miss you and hate heaven all night. Why don't you let me? We are reunited. I don't know if you realize my loneliness. Do you still keep your smiling face for me? Everything is attributed to the sudden arrangement of heaven, so that we meet in a hurry and disperse in a hurry until we drift on both sides of heaven and earth. Perhaps this is doomed to incomplete fate. Maybe we're not destined to have a happy ending. Since we can't be together forever, why did we meet again in the first place? God always plays tricks on me, just like a lost boat, which keeps me stranded in the miserable sea of Wang Yang all my life. I don't expect to be together all my life, nor do I long for that happy moment. I only hope that my world will no longer be like the waning moon of that day, and will no longer meet again like the cowherd and weaver girl separated at the two ends of Tianhe. I just hope to give me a perfect love and a satisfactory answer, instead of wandering around and flying to the distant horizon. People who always want to go home and wander can't wander all their lives. Now I'm still looking for someone who has crossed the boundless lonely sea, traveled all over Qian Shan and flew to the dream country-whether there is still your figure wandering there on the shore of heaven, whether there will be that smiling face that looks forward to my appearance, whether you will walk hand in hand as before, whether you will run together in the rosy clouds of sunset and sing together on the horizon of sunrise. I hope my answer will be helpful to you and adopted by the landlord. !