One day in the Tang Dynasty, Ho Choi threw stones.
In the pond.
I forgot, the ripples are still there.
Drawing circles in time and space for so many years.
How big and light is that circle?
How quiet should it be in the afternoon?
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I always forget something.
Forgetting is like a ripple.
It's getting weaker and weaker
But it won't disappear.
If time is infinite
Ripples will not disappear
The so-called forgetting is just
Lurking in the mirror of time
Pale face
What the common people call fate.
I call it.
ripple
I remember.
So I didn't forget.
Renhaizhong
Rippling you.
It's a ripple through layers of people.
Ripple modern poem 2 is busy fishing on the river of life,
The wind on the water brushed my face,
This is a strong wind of 25 degrees Celsius.
With a faint fishy smell,
Blowing into the heart lake and causing ripples,
Thought is like a broken kite,
Wandering freely in the wilderness of the mind …
The boat of life flows through the torrent valley of youth,
Come to the open and gentle land,
The river became calm and clear.
The water of time flows quietly,
Took it away without a trace.
The ship docked,
The waves became an irrelevant background.
Looking up at the blue sky quietly,
Enjoy the fresh air,
In the direction of the breeze,
Listen to the wind whispering,
Listen to the sound of grass growing and flowers blooming.
True love is like a sunflower blooming on the shore.
Give an innocent smile,
Stupid and pathetic ...
In the silent moonlight on the shore,
Walk with your heart,
Inadvertently out of sadness,
Sneak into memories,
Find yourself with joy.
Let thoughts fly in the past years,
Only missing crosses the mountain,
Follow you to the ends of the earth ......
Ripples Modern Poetry 3 The Helplessness of Sleeping for a Day
This is crying under the Eiffel Tower.
The confused earth devours the master of the western sky.
A brand-new horn followed.
Your free and easy is my new favorite. sight
Escape from the shadow of panic
Let me take a deep breath of air.
Longing for a bunch of roses
Give you a sincere answer.
Cut off the spreading silence
Forty-five degree fluctuation
Look back at the top left.
Miraculous freeze.
A pair of constricted pupils
Give the sky a beautiful hug.
I am in a fairy tale.
An ink painting flows overhead.
The afterglow of the sunset is hidden behind the picture scroll.
Want to paint a bright picture.
And the vibration after letting go
In the beautiful sunset sky
Create ripples in dreams.
Pink-white clouds
Crimson clouds
A ribbed arrangement woven together.
From night to sunset
Fuzzy uncertainty
The wind mixed the smell of morning and dusk.
Floating between the eyebrows
Awaken my thoughts from the deep sea
Hope for life
The silence of death
Pigmented rubber
Clouds and waves smeared on the shore
Flashy prosperity
Three waves and three twists and turns
The sky in fairy tales
Relieved, rippling like ripples
Like an uncut brush.
Fine and random smooth contour
Cloud fluctuation
Cost fluctuation
Like a summoning melody
Convey saturated notes for you.
It's like clouds and waves pushing a bunch of roses.
Give me the cruelest full moon.