Quiet, quiet
A story
An ancient and young love
Reed poles float with the sunken ship every night.
Spinning uneasily in the mysterious ocean.
Is to summon those addicted souls
Still apologizing to those people who are my brother?
How many years later, how many people shed tears.
The calm ocean sprinkled on the screen.
What kind of feelings should I treat you with?
A fire in a short glorious life
The peace movement in death
Yes, it sank, and everything was submerged.
Respect for love and blue light flashing in the center of the sea
Let the survivors slowly salvage.
But love came.
Step on the heavy waves
lifting
It is higher than the sun and life.
It is higher than any mountain in the world.
What a terrible day.
The frightened eyes are bustling.
There is no morning star in the North Pacific.
I can't find a hopeful boat to go home.
The priest uttered a faint prayer.
Let God wipe the tears from their eyes.
How peaceful he is lying next to his lover.
That handsome face began to turn pale.
The rime in the North Pacific is still in my hair.
Give off a faint light.
Smile at your lover's breath.
Live well.
Can you move the lens a little?
Don't look at his gray eyes.
The pursuit of this shore and the yearning of the other shore
Looking back at the short deck, I shed tears.
Bright red roses full of love.
And the girl's weak voice
a long while
Echoes in the desolate ocean.
2. The ghost is still there
A brief famine
The lonely grave in memory is covered with grass.
Green devours the blue soil.
It's still a month before the Millennium.
* * * Today is as good as yesterday.
The man in the grave is still awake.
Desert hills
The cold wind is blowing alone.
The dead branches babble.
The crowd on Wangxiangtai is bustling.
The children finally stopped being unruly.
Smile with paper money.
In the shadow of the moon, the ashes are still burning.
The long-lost charm of lovers lingers faintly.
There is not enough travel expenses.
I stopped at the fork of reincarnation for a long time.
The noise of lonely souls and wild ghosts is endless.
Staggered cups and cups
Drink the night to pieces without scruple.
Pick up the mess gently.
In the moonlight
I can clearly see the circle on the ground.
There is a letter in the circle.
There is a bunch of my favorite osmanthus branches next to it.
Finally, you lit the seventh match with trembling hands.
So I never looked back.
Facing the warmth in the firelight
Before jumping to the bottom
I saved you a piece.
The veil of the moon
3. Anne's wonderland
it's you
Let me fall in love with "waiting"
On the day I met you.
Wait, wait for you quietly.
Spring and winter.
Day or night.
Wait, wait for you quietly.
In the Woods, by the lake
Whether it is light rain or dense snow.
Waiting, silently waiting for you.
In words, in pictures.
Whether it's still or deep.
Wait, wait for you.
If you don't come, I'll make you a bamboo.
On every inch of land
From then on, you don't have to think about it.
Who is the bamboo joint empty for?
Why is she evergreen all year round?
Step 4 improvise
Fantasy becomes human.
Appear in the window
Take off slowly with the attitude of an eagle.
Through the glass
Skim the courtyard
Lonely canopy
Fly freely in the blue sky
The fantasy is almost worn out.
The dream of spring when the bell rings twice.
A fantasy with roots
Sharpness of steel needle
To spy on the other, like a bubble.
Blue dreams rise from the bottom of the water.
The fantasy is
Imagination is too rich.
Give it a pair of respiratory organs.
Fantasy caused by fatigue
Come out independently
Just got the veins stood out in the system.
Yeah, take the lion's heart.
And that blond hair.
Also from Genghis Khan's beasts
In poetry
Even in life.
Fantasy is no longer a release.
My fantasy
This must be necessary.
This is the railing of the car of destiny.
This is the gate of the river of writing.
Fantasy goes further
As I hinted before.
This is a kind of freedom.
A life that entered my body.
A train driver who knows the time.
A night watchman who adjusts his voice.
A striking poem
Grow wings
A pair of sharp-eyed absolute kings
Fantasy runs through
Every drop of blood
The skeleton of a rainbow
Build every arrogant book
Fantasy has also been replaced
My breathing and heartbeat
It can only be called
The road to fantasy
Stabbed the lonely swivel chair
Because of it, I feel deeply lonely.
The blue bridge is broken.
Sitting on the lonely blue bridge
Under the bridge, the water is gurgling.
On the wall of my young mind
Falling tears
No one can stop it at once.
I began to appreciate this elegant bridge.
And that unforgettable hug
It's over.
Will become
trait
Or blank
A wise man can explain the universe.
But can't explain the sadness of love.
Many stories of mankind
Can be forgotten
We are getting old.
But always remember the blurred eyes on the blue bridge
Sad love floats away from the branches like flowers.
That beautiful moment
Many people have waited all their lives.
Or miss it?
The woman on the blue bridge
Will always appear in your unspeakable sadness
With a pair of tearful eyes
Ask you again and again
whether or not
Have a nice/safe trip
6. butterfly lovers violin concerto
Liang Zhu's love is not available when he is alive, but when he dies. Today, although human relations are unimpeded, where can we find someone who will let us live by giving up love?
Yingtai Mountain has been passed down through the ages, accompanied by an annual dance. Why did it become a butterfly and die? Fate is incapable of independence and martyrdom.
Nowadays, love is overwhelming and more bitter than before. The truth is hard to find dust, and how many vows are made, and the head is empty. The moonlight is like water tonight. Turn on your music carefully. My heart began to ache. Through the time and space of Qian Shan, listening to you, let the tide of feelings drown my fragile cold. Listening to your words, Ren's sad heart is broken and he is crying inch by inch.
I have no gentle long hair to flow for you and smooth your dusty piano cover. There is no purple skirt to hide your sadness, so I want to be a blooming flower on the night grave to make the music less lonely. I also want to turn into a wisp of smoke in the morning, so that you can't see my pale face. When your flying wings gently brushed my eyes, leaving a black lightning, my pain never found shelter.
I dare not amplify your voice, lest you look around sadly and hurt my hidden tenderness. Let me finally stand in front of your grave as an isolated tree, and use this Leng Yue to collect your silent feelings.
Listen to naivety and feel sorry for naivety. Acacia is innocent.
Let the water of lovesickness retreat? Is the meeting of a thousand years just a night of withering? After 1: 00, dark clouds cover the sky, and your rhyme will fly out of a butterfly dream. I finally cried in your arms, alarmed the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and instantly turned the moonlight on the ground into lightning and thunder, which triggered a storm.
7. Romeo and Juliet
Night breeze blowing
Apply for separation rashly
Endless nights
Who is crying?
I can't bear to see you again.
Do you know
In my heart
outstanding
Affectionate friendship
Pure and beautiful as the sky.
review
Looks like a road.
Dancing with the wind is a golden willow tree.
I will never forget it.
Night breeze blowing
Apply for separation rashly
Your lovesickness
My memory
won't forget
Do you know
In my heart
Just because
With you; have you
Life has become so colorful and beautiful.