Farewell (in spring, I shook my handkerchief) In spring, did you shake my handkerchief and let me leave or come back right away? No, nothing, nothing because, like falling flowers in the water, like dew on flowers ... Only shadows can understand, only wind energy can understand, and only butterflies that start with sighs are still flying in the hearts of flowers ... "Far and Near" you, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. The night of a generation gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. This alley is long and winding, with no doors or windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall. In the shadow of the mountain, an ancient warrior disappeared around with his war horse. He became a relief and all kinds of stories. Today it is like a devil, tomorrow it is an angel. I climbed with countless pebbles that could not hatch. Swallow us and spit it out quietly. In addition to hoping that the grass can prolong its shadow, the rain has gone and the gray can no longer be washed clean. Let's open the umbrella and simply paint the sky black. In the slowly drifting night, the two pairs of binary stars seem to have no fixed orbit, but when they are far away, they are close ... "Bubble" Two free bubbles rise from the depths of the dream sea ... The hazy silver fog dissipates in the breeze. I hold on to you like a child, and bring the bubble back to the real land in vain. I feel that the sky is gray, the roads are gray and the buildings are gray. The rain is gray, passing through two children in dying embers. A bright red and a light green "arc" bird quickly turned to the teenager in the high wind to pick up a penny vine, which was stretched out because of fantasy. The back of the waves is raised by contraction. "Dodge" through the standing rocks, I walked to the coast. "You said I knew all the languages in the world." The sea smiled and showed me the swimming birds, flying fish and singing beaches. I kept asking without saying a word. The night approached like a group of masked men, and then walked away. I lost my dream. There is only the smallest penny left in my pocket. "I was robbed." I told the sun that the sun was chasing the night and was chased by another group of nights. In the evening light, you pursed your lips tightly: "There is only a quarter of an hour left." In other words, a tragedy is being staged. "Ten years, a hundred years apart!" "Thousands of miles apart, Wan Li!" Suddenly you smiled naughtily, revealing your real age. "I forgot a sentence." "Well, I must have forgotten a sentence." We never thought of it, but the sun has quietly rested. Blink of an eye in that wrong era, I had such an "illusion". I firmly believe that my eyes are fixed on the rainbow swimming in the fountain, and I look at the pedestrians gently. It turned into a snake shadow in the blink of an eye. When the clock perched quietly in the church, I blinked-it turned into a deep well of red flowers, blooming on the screen to welcome the spring breeze. In the blink of an eye, it became a bloody scene. In order to firmly believe that my eyes are wide open, Fantasia for Life puts my longings and dreams in a long and narrow shell. The canopy made of willow branches is still spinning in the whistling sound of Xia Chan. The wind tightens the mast rope and blows the sails of the morning mist. I set sail aimlessly, rippling in the blue sky, letting the waterfall of sunshine wash my skin black. The sun is my tracker, pulling me through the journey of 12 hours step by step with a strong light rope. I was pushed to the east by the wind, and the sun disappeared in the dusk. As night fell, I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way. Thousands of stars look at me, leaving a new moon-the golden anchor is hazy, the sea is full of clouds, and the iceberg "thunders"-lightning and thunder, where am I going? Oh, the universe is so boundless, the golden straw is woven into a cradle, and my inspiration and heart are placed in it. The wheel with button is installed to let time drag on to meet the world. The wheels are rolling on the grass of thyme and wild chrysanthemum, and crickets welcome me to shake the strings. I will melt my hope into a flower, the night is like a valley, and the day is like a peak. Sleep! When I close my eyes, the world is nothing to me. The horse of time was exhausted, and the yellow-tailed Taiping bird made a nest in my car. I still want to travel all over the world-deserts, forests and remote corners. The sun bakes the earth like a loaf of bread. I walk barefoot. I printed my footprints all over the earth like stamps, and they dissolved into my life. I want to sing a human song in the universe after one thousand years. Dark clouds are getting thinner and thinner. I jumped out of the round window of the moon, jumped over the beautiful and quiet stagnant water and returned to the village. On the fresh mud wall, grass began to grow. Every wooden door is as brand-new and clean as acacia flowers. Enough is as silent as a blank envelope. Don't trust me, and don't trust others to put acacia flowers that haven't woken up in pairs of knockers, so that the beginning of all stories is full of fragrance and surprise. It's dawn Climb the tree quickly. I will take off my straw hat and habitual sheath and become a light green cicada. Yes, I'm going to crow, and all the early girls will go to the fields to pick the red cherries left by spring and smile. Photo The sun is shining in the sky and covered by dark clouds. The rainstorm washed away the negativity of my soul. "Doomsday" in an instant-the collapsed boat stopped the river, stood on the giant's head and slowly passed by, unfolding the dark yellow shroud. How many beautiful green trees are distorted by crying. After the rain, the plain of water was silent, and thousands of insect wings stopped shaking on the swollen land of purslane. The water otter chased the trembling petals, wet red and light blue, and struggled to sell the stolen colors ... the willow in the distance stuck to its hair. Why did it see itself unhappy for the first time?