Poems on Two Roads 1: There is no alternative road.
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on this road,
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
Poem 2 on Two Roads: Two Roads
Turn left, turn right
it doesn't matter
It is also suffering
Forward, backward
Irrelevant to the macro theme
It's also bleeding and tears.
You shattered yourself with the memory of the past today.
Love and not love
Suffer the same
You confuse yourself with being drunk now.
Going or not?
Also shed blood and tears.
You can forget
Forgetting and not forgetting
No one can see clearly.
It is oneself who is injured.
You can stroll.
Come in or go out
No one can help you.
The road says give up at the foot.
Always pick it up as soon as the voice falls.
But what does this have to do with me?
It means nothing to you.
You don't believe it
It is wrong to believe or not to believe men.
Maybe you can be quiet.
But you'll never get over it.
You don't want love
Love and not love
I don't even understand
Is the beginning of your loneliness.
Like it or not.
There is no truth to believe.
So why care?
Forget it.
Poetry 3 on Two Roads: There are two roads ahead.
There are two roads ahead.
A winding and rugged road
Spacious apartment
How do you choose?
Hard roads do not necessarily lead to bright palaces.
The smooth road is not necessarily the light of temptation of witches.
Reality distorts fairy tales.
How can you predict the ending?
Close your eyes.
That's the right way.
As long as you go forward.
Go straight ahead.
Poetry four is about two roads: two roads, I don't know how to go.
Two winding paths
Like two railroad tracks that go deep into the mountains.
A walking cloud stands tall.
A difficult road to exploration.
The drunken eyes of the sunset are confusing.
I can't figure out which way to go.
It belongs to you.
Or mine?
In the rising gray fog.
A story that drowned your wings.
Being thrown in the air is powerful.
Blood spatter, a dream of meeting.
The fragile grass uses the power of sucking breast milk.
Hold up a collapsed and powerless cloud.
Separated by some dense, tall and thick thorns.
The dull and honest cow stared.
Cloudy and tearful eyes
The Melancholy of Li Qingzhao in Leaving the Palace
Find-find-find-
Looking for a cheerful and smiling maple leaf tongue twister.
Looking for tenderness on the lark's back
Looking for a kiss of fire in the Woods.
Looking for wildfires can't bake them tall again in the spring breeze of faith.
Look for the stars that stay with the leaves.
Then lie quietly in Mosrob.
On the cold stone couch where memory breeds.
Lonely meditation on the passage of time
The sadness of years and the melancholy of days
The moon was swept by the cold wind at the top of the mountain.
I'm so angry that I want to turn my face.
Helpless feet can't be pulled out by frost
Miss the lead-filled soil
A thousand years of bitter eyes
Panzhihua has a smooth direction
Climb back to the height of the mountain
There is a mountain outside the mountain, and there is a sky outside the mountain.
In the blue fog, the mind is incredible.
Confused eyes and calyx of wild lily in the sea of light
Bloom in the wrong flood season
Hit a long-awaited reef
Hit a meniscus and split into cold star particles.
I can't bear to see it.
I can't even imagine putting my students
Reduced to 0.00 1 micron
Love a thousand ideas.
Ravage a large palm leaf with acacia
Wrapped tightly, around the circle, but can not stay.
Buried in the thick fog, locked
Annoying autumn wind deep in eyebrows
Kill the silent bush at will
Whip kapok to prolong the wheezing lip angle
The whip was all over the floor, bloody.
wet
measure
Tonight
I stared at my left eye and slept.
Squint your right eye and think.
It's pain
Or walk away smartly.
I can't comb without the moon.
A star-studded mood in the chaos.
A stone with a lump in its mouth lingers.
The tee joint between the throat and pharynx.
Make the final choice. Blood dripped from the corners of the lips.
Frost forms ice crystals on the ground.
Painful tooth marks are everywhere.
On a fresh morning
Feet in a hurry like a market.
Step into a ball of mud
Pain * * *