Lovins ge
Life in one eye
Over and over again, it's you
The wind in one ear
Gone with the wind, all your words
It's you. Turn around.
Still you. Night, so dark
Do nothing when you wake up.
Smell your breath.
Love, you are in too deep.
Beyond my shadow
Life is you and you are life.
Really turned into fish and water.
You said that children are not life.
This is a ripe fruit.
It won't belong to us after landing.
Having said that, I still let out a long sigh.
Then you said that parents are not fate.
Just leave, and you don't miss the world at all.
Although the children are my pride, cut them off.
It hurts too.
Say that finish, smoke turn red again.
What is the taste in the world, including ups and downs?
I didn't comfort you, just in time.
Tap your shoulder and you'll find something to lean on.
I don't have time to design for half my life.
You can live a good life.
I have arranged to watch the sunrise and sunset together.
Then I moved back the journey of birth, illness and death.
Honey, what else do you need?
Appreciation of modern poetry: lover 2, my distant lover
You are an untouchable pain in my wound.
The scabbed scar has just healed.
When I think of you,
Tear it again
My distant lover
You're the Anna.
Cherry catkins dancing in the wind
You died in the blue waves of wading water.
The dead are like this.
Lonely figure in white, the river is crying.
Encourage countercurrent, surrounded by beautiful women, and help the poor.
I would like to use my body to stop the ruthless running water.
The splashing waves are like bubbles in a dream.
It disappeared in the white belly on the horizon.
I don't hate many goose stones.
Stop the running water mercilessly.
Rolling away violently, I have a "silk man" like Xu Zhimo in my heart.
Hong Fei passes by.
Fall on the cliff and stare at me.
I opened my arms and hugged the bird in the whirling wind.
It comforts me with its colorful wings.
It promised me to send my message at the end of the sea.
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My distant lover
When you are romantic, you are the most beautiful cherry blossom.
You are so unique.
Arouse thousands of admirers to flatter the muscles under the skirt
You are a beautiful woman walking out of the forest under the moon after heavy snow.
You have attracted countless talented people to compete for you.
From the moment we met.
We are separated by Qian Shan.
I know you are a clear water in a quiet blue pond.
It's my stone that stirred the ripples in your heart.
You are the wild chrysanthemum under the mountain flower slope.
Call me
You are on the ancient road under the cherry tree.
Smile for me
I'm like sand in the desert that slips between your soft fingers.
I am also like a rootless cloud on the horizon.
Make you think I'm hypocritical
In fact, I'm more like a wandering soul whose soul has been evacuated by you.
Swimming by your side
Make your dreams impossible.
But you can't tell me who I really am
I know I broke your heart.
When I find your phone, walk away slowly.
You left me.
You choked into the arms of voyeurs and opportunists.
But I was drinking and singing to the moon on the rubble of an ancient house in a foreign land.
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My distant lover
If you are the most beautiful cloud on the horizon
I will wait for you all my life.
If you leave gently.
Just when I came quietly
I don't regret your flash at that moment.
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If time can never
I will never let you grieve under the cypress.
I will never let you wander by a small river.
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If time can never
I will summon up courage.
No longer care about my lowliness in the world
I will bravely come to you.
Express my sincere love to you on the grass you like.
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I will also unload the heavy shell.
Dancing with you in the wind
Just when the cherry blossoms are romantic.
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My distant lover
If this is a dream,
You are just an image in my dream.
I will also die with the temperament of Nalan Xingde.
-The Beatles style.
Appreciation of modern poetry: after three years of love, it slipped through the fingers.
Wrinkles, inadvertently, climbed up the forehead.
Let's bid farewell to the fiery youth and hold hands quietly.
How many times have I searched for your carefully hidden white hair like a book?
Over the years, I have become familiar with the songs of pots and pans.
Thinking that one day, we will also trip.
In the sound of fallen leaves and autumn.
Hand in hand, bathed in the sunset
In my heart, there is a soothing and gentle melody.
Quietly awaken the memory in the wind.
Look at each other and look back at each other's past faces.
Smile silently
Sweet and shy? Still quiet, no more making waves.
I can't hear snoring complaints.
One of these days.
No more quarrels, and my waist began to stoop.
Look in the eyes, but touch the bitterness of my heart.
The action is late and the end of the speech is longer.
It is like a watch hand, which slows down with it.
This day, slowly.
The wind is very gentle and gentle, and it is no longer urged.
It also understands the inner fatigue at the moment.
Do it without sunrise and climb mountains.
In the rambling, we just hugged and missed each other all the way.
White-headed, calmly listening to the leaves flying around.
The old days were occasionally unhappy.
It's just another landscape of the years.
On a quiet evening, hold hands and snuggle on your shoulder.
Your silver floats on my chest, and my smile is on your shoulder.
The warmth of the season glides over the vicissitudes of life on the surface.
Beyond the memory, intimate warmth flows out.
In the eyes, it is vaguely the beauty of the bride's quiet night, which darkens the stars and the moon.