1, punchline.
It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That's laughter; God's smile, beautiful smile; The reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose d hair, scattered in the ear. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's laughter; Laughter in poetry and laughter in painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
2. "Listening to music in the middle of the night".
This must be your finger again, flicking, in this late night, full of sadness; I can't help blushing, listening to the vividness of Black Boy in the middle of the night. I'm sad to hear that, I know, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her style, and being too weak is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in my dream, you and I will climb the strings of hope together.
3. "Still".
You stretch out into the clear sky like a lake. White clouds are like a first-class cold current, clear. Maybe I will follow Lin 'an to explore your source: but I still have all kinds of doubts and reflect on each of you! You spread like a thousand petals! Fairy face is every petal of yours, and it is even more fragrant. The warm fragrance of flowers is accompanied by a cool dusk: I said flowers, which is a trick to steal someone's heart in spring!
You learn from books with leaves floating in the wind and reveal your every thought; Every corner of my mind, your eyes are looking at me, and I have been saying: but I still haven't answered, and silence will always occupy my soul.
4. Lotus Lantern.
If my heart is a lotus, it holds a lighted wax in the middle. Although it is only an incision, I want it to stand proudly in its glory. I'm not afraid it's just my personal lotus lantern. Can't see the rough life before and after, it is attached to the waves of the sea of people and secretly becomes its inner secret.
It's just that flashing light, like a leaf, drives out of the river, turns it around, goes with the flow, and waits for the wind to push it far away. As a passer-by in the universe, knowing this exquisite life and dying calmly, this erratic journey is just a beautiful dream.
5. "Listening to music in the middle of the night".
This must be your finger again, flicking, in this late night, full of sadness; I can't help blushing, listening to the vividness of Black Boy in the middle of the night. I'm sad to hear that, I know, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her style, and being too weak is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in my dream, you and I will climb the strings of hope together.
6. A Summer Night in the Mountains.
A summer night in the mountains is as deep as a bottomless pit. Shadows, dense pine forests; There is no light around. There is only one lamp on the mountain, two like the eyes of the night, and the eyes of the night are watching! The wind all over the mountain is crawling, like walking; I avoided the branches and leaves everywhere, and the grass everywhere was silent.
Just running water, stone heart and stone mouth, singing in the valley. Even a static electricity, under cover, is like a soft curtain. The problem is gone, and the corners are blurred. Is it spying on dreams? The night elephant is praying and silently expecting, and gloomy piety spreads in silence.
7. Sorrow in August.
Huang tang white ducks swim, and the sorghum stalks are just high. How to insert this beating heart? A narrow road in the field, so sad in August? Washed by rain last night, the hills left a shadow according to the sun; The sheep followed the shepherd into the village, and the manhole cover was under a big tree, like a heart! No one ever said anything in August. Summer has passed, and it is not autumn now. But when I look at the fields and the melons on the earth wall, I still don't understand how life is related to dreams.
8. "Wish".
I would rather turn into a fallen leaf and let the wind and rain fall; Or a cloud, in the clear blue sky, has nothing to do with the earth, but holds the sad sign tightly and touches the disappointment that has not landed.
At dusk, in the middle of the night, walking on tiptoe is all empty, without tenderness; Forget the existence of this world; Have you; Mourn for those who have loved; Falling like a fallen flower, I forgot to look at these tears. On that day, nothing will be left, except for a moment or a gust of wind, and you will forget me and live in this world.
9. "Sit-in".
Winter has its purpose, cold as flowers, flowers have fragrance, and winter has memories. The shadow of dead branches, thin and smoky, drags a pen at the afternoon window; In the cold, the sun is fading, and it is gradually tilting ... just like that, I am talking like a guest, and I am drinking tea silently in silence.
10, "Don't throw it away".
This-the enthusiasm of the past, now flowing gently at the bottom of the cold mountain spring, in the dark, in the pine forest, sigh, you still have to keep it true! The sample is the bright moon, and the sample is the lights on the other side of the mountain and the stars all over the sky. It's just that people can't see it. It hangs like a dream. You want to go back to that night. You still have to believe that, there is an echo in the valley!
1 1, "You are an April day on earth".
I say you are the April day of this world, and laughter illuminates the winds around you; Your soul dances in the glory of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The evening wind is soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. That's lightness, that's elegance. You are wearing a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are a full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; Tender as the green of a new bud, you are gentle and happy, and the water floats with the white lotus in your dream. You are a flower on the tree, a swallow whispering between the beams, love, warmth and hope, and you are an April day on earth!
12, that night.
That night, my boat was pushed out of the river, and there were dense stars in the clear blue sky. That night, your hand held mine, and the lost starry night blocked the sadness mentioned. That night, you and I set the direction, and each of us recognized the appearance of life. Up to now, my ship is still floating on the sea, and the thin mast often shakes in the wind and waves. Up to now, the sun only lingers behind me, and layers of shadows stay by my side. Up to now, I still remember that night, starlight, tears and Baihe!
I still miss your farming on the shore: red flowers, yellow flowers, and bright flowers. On that day, I hope to climb to the top. Honey generally moistens my memory. On that day, I will step on an arrow with wings and watch you shoot all the strings in your garden. On that day, you will hear a song like a bird, that is, I am waiting for your appreciation. On that day, you will see messy flowers and shadows, that is, I broke into the border of that year!
13, passionate.
I want to take advantage of the boldness and calmness of this moment. My soul is soberly drinking a spring of sweet fresh dew, waving the sword of thought and dancing its sharpest edge. At a glance, it shines like snow in the cold light of the moon, spewing cold and exciting brilliance; Cut, cut off the lingering of this period of time, and the dispute with the obscene mesh, cut off a flawless transparency, and look at you again, pure beauty, your naked solemnity.
14, deep laughter.
Who smiles so sweetly, so deeply and so roundly? A string of pearls sparkles, and generate looks innocent! The clear spring floats at the bottom and flows to the surface of the water, which is gorgeous and scattered! Who laughs well and flowers bloom? So light, don't wake up. Xiaoxiang inadvertently, with the wind, brushed on the low wall, hanging in front of the sunset. Who laughed so high that the unknown birds circled? Who laughs at the rotation of thousands of wind chimes, shaking the sky from the eaves of each layer of glass?
15, time.
The seasons in the world are always changing. In spring, you left many red traces, saying goodbye. I don't want to sigh with anyone when I come back! Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds have been lost. In the distant distance, there is only a gray sky, which is completely lonely. Can you stand listening to the cold wind alone?