Quiet hymn: the farthest distance
By your side
There are countless lonely and wandering figures
They are all me.
Not even me.
The illusion of missing
Became the farthest distance
I can't do anything.
But watching the rain beat on the window
The wind blew into my heart.
My eyes are blurred.
In this short journey.
But as hard to meet as the ends of the earth.
My thoughts are far away.
Come to your side, through Qian Shan.
I just hope you can understand.
The distance of missing is
The furthest distance of love
But it is also the closest distance.
Quiet hymn: walk through here
Dogs bark, cats bark and mice bark through the sleepless midnight in the dark.
The wind can't blow away the tears on my cheeks, and I am the only one in the sky.
Wandering thoughts, bleak and withered leaves, have lost the footprint of memory.
The wind in late autumn swayed the skinny waist, the lonely branches withered and the flowers looked haggard.
Beauty and gentleness turned into fallen leaves falling on the path, which hurt my heart and deceived lies.
Following the cold light, Leng Yue's wind, frost, rain and snow gave birth to trembling feet, unable to walk out of mottled.
Things have changed. The cemetery is filled with smelly and dirty heads.
The whistle blew my thoughts, and the countless weeping willows swayed with the wind.
The charm of posture and thin waist blooms the beauty and gentleness of flowers.
Shy sunshine permeates the body and soul, holding hands with one eye.
A smile, a greeting and an idea pass by here.
The gurgling river broke free from the shackles of winter,
The world walking on the edge of ice releases emotions, and the greenway blooms on the other side.
Beautiful scenery, sincere and beautiful swaying flowers attract butterflies.
The full moon with stars passes by here,
Hold out the joy of a clear sky in life. A ship is full of reminders and care,
A ship full of sunshine sailed out of the stagnant night.
The entanglement of body and soul flies with me in the branches.
Birds are singing here,
You and I are under the apple tree,
Kiss out sweetness and happiness.
A quiet hymn: a lifetime
I was born.
An oath made for a previous life.
I want to fall in love with you again in the afterlife
You laughed at me.
I grew up.
Decide to be your childhood friend.
never to be separated -- inseparable
You promised me.
I am 30 years old.
This is not a dynamic career.
This is a simple love between you and me.
You laughed at me.
I'm over half a year old.
Don't look back.
I am willing to stay with you until you are white-haired.
You promised me.
At the last node of life
I promised you eternal life.
You nodded your head.
Quiet hymn: Acacia
Thinking and complaining for a long time,
Tears lock eyebrows;
Lonely heart, ask about wine,
Only shadows are lonely and sad.
Dreams are long, feelings are long,
Leng Yue is sad at the window;
Yan Yu Lou, single love,
Acacia tears and water stones flow upward.
Love is long, hate is long,
How long will love and hate rest?
Love is hard to stop, tears are hard to collect,
It's hard to keep your eyes open.
Singing and dancing lightly: Xu's era
On the road, flowers are in full bloom.
The sky is blue. Because of the call of seabirds, I sing softly and you whisper.
Across the side, my heart is in a corner, mixed with sadness and joy.
Brahma sings life and death, and dances the world of mortals.
You are dressed up, and I am disappointed, like a dream in new clothes, lightly resting on the sea and white clouds.
Smell the flowers and look at spring. You are fragrant.
A quiet hymn: a temporary farewell
I am a familiar city,
Wave your hand for a while,
Full of your breath,
But suddenly it broke in the traces of time,
Disappeared
Standing in the cold wind,
I greedily suck the breath of chaos in the wind,
But none of them belong to you,
Something flew out of the wind,
Without a trace.
Sitting by the window, I suddenly felt a little scared.
Memories are always better than reality,
Always close to my reality in the dead of night,
Once so close,
It's so far away now.
Tears turn into ice in memory,
So I write two letters every day,
One was sent to the distant Cape Rocca,
Full of thoughts about you;
One is under my pillow,
Write my best wishes to you.
If one day you hear from me,
Then the memory must have left me,
I will also put the letter under my pillow and take it to a place near the sea.
Stuff all the letters into the drift bottle,
Waiting for the right person.
poetic sentiment