Ask for a modern poem about wishing star.

At midnight, there is no one around, and the cool breeze occasionally sends me. My friend and I were lying on a high-rise platform, wrapped in the night, facing the sun.

Staring at the stars all over the sky, the deeper the night, the calmer my heart. The mood of watching the meteor shower filters out the passion that has just begun to surge, that share, and so on.

The joy of "waiting" seems more mellow. Meteors cut through the sky thinly and floated out of the night sky like golden tadpoles.

Curtain, suddenly dive back into the darkness. I'm not in a hurry to make a wish for it, and I'm not going to express my condolences for that fleeting life.

I just want to wait for the next meteor.

Yes, I've been waiting, not only for the moment when the meteor appeared, but also for something I didn't even know.

What it is, when and where it will happen to people and things. However, I am not pessimistic about life, and I don't think life is boring, just

There is an idea that "life is more than that", and I feel that there are more surprises and touches besides the constant sunrise and sunset.

In every part of the world; In addition to the change of seasons, there should be a wider world hidden in the corner of the world. Just or

Maybe my blessings are shallow or karma has not arrived, but I am willing to wait. That fleeting time has taught me that so hard to forget is like each other.

That year, Fang Fei in April.

That season is unforgettable.

A flashy glance, once upon a time, those thoughts wandering in the air wandered freely in space.

I can't help reaching out and touching, the unreachable distance, the virtual shadow after you turn around, maybe smiling at me, whether my frustration is exactly what you want, whether my decadence is what you desire, then I can tell you that your purpose has been achieved.

After dark, it is still cold, just like the smell of corruption at the end of life, suppressed in memory.

I really want to live in memories for a long time and live in such a vast wilderness forever. Year after year, season after season.

What do you mean?

Everything is strange, you, me and those memories.

I have read your name thousands of times in Qian Qian, intermittently in the distance.

You can finally, finally reach that utopia, a warm country that I will never reach, holding your hand and growing old with you.

When I was young, when I didn't know how to worry.

When I was a teenager, I was emotional. A hurried world

Unfamiliar faces

Hug, kiss

Homecooked food

Who are you holding now?

Is there any waywardness like me that makes you tired?

Tianlan River is green and loves red.

We've been together, okay?

Even if it's a mistake.

I also bear the final result.

Throw all the risks to me.

Let me have you for another second.

Stop being embarrassed by your cold face.

I can't see your angry face when I choose to escape.

Did you shed tears?

Are you sad?

Are you at a loss?

Take those roads

There seems to be a shadow of us snuggling together under the street lamp.

A few words can maintain a tacit understanding.

They all roared in their memories.

What's it like to lose?

Just never get it again.

Missed the taste I'll never taste again

I forgot whether you asked me how I was doing.

I don't know how to answer you.

I just want to say something I can't say.

Very undignified and shameless

"I miss you."

It's as simple as that

So simple that no memory can be so simple that you don't have to think about anything.

But we forget the stage of age.

We can't laugh and cry suddenly.

We must bear the consequences for what we have done.

I bowed my head and you didn't forgive me.

You have no forgiveness, you have no result.

I feel bad that I can't see your concerned eyes.

I ran to the river and jumped. It wasn't you who held me.

You didn't stop me when I hurt myself.

It's not you who comfort me when I cry.

It's not you who scold me when I smoke.

But everything I do is because of you.

I don't want to care about right or wrong anymore.

There should have been no more expectations long ago,

Thought you could look back and miss the past.

I was wrong,

I've always been wrong. That's ridiculous. It's hopeless

Even if I do more.

Also understand

just ...

Flowers at the water's edge yearn for love, and a relentless stream gurgles-unrequited love.