Author: Byron Ying
Well, we don't roam together anymore,
Kill this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword will wear out the scabbard,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love,
Soon, it's daylight again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer walk together.
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Chapter 2: Because I love you.
Author: David Ovadia
Because I love you,
That's why you are so beautiful,
Others also use admiring eyes.
Look at you.
Because I love you,
That's why you are young,
There are no wrinkles in the corners of the eyes,
There is not a wisp of white hair on his forehead.
Because I love you,
This is why you are so beautiful!
But don't be arrogant,
And don't play tricks
If my love dies,
If my heart stops looking up to you,
In an instant, you become old,
Become extremely ugly!
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Chapter Three: Ode to the Withered Violet
Author: Shelley Ying
one
This flower has lost its fragrance,
Like your kiss, it once breathed on me;
Bright colors have faded,
No longer shine on you, the only you!
two
A shriveled corpse,
On my desolate chest,
It lay quietly in the cold silence.
Tortured this still hot heart.
three
I cried, and tears won't bring it back to life!
I sigh, no fragrance pounces on me!
Alas, this silent and uncomplaining fate
Although it belongs to it, it suits me best.
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Chapter 4: Listen carefully like this.
Author: Zvetayeva Russia
Listen carefully like this
Ruhekou
Listen to your source.
Smell deeply like this
Smell a flower
floret
Until the perception disappears.
like this
In the blue air
Dissolve in bottomless desire
like this
On the blue sheets
The child looked at the distance of memory.
like this
Lotus-like teenager
Silently experience the hot spring.
..... like this.
Hunger - Sehnsucht nach Liebe
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Chapter 5: Spring Prayer
Author: Frost (USA)
Oh, please give us joy in flowers today;
Please don't let us think too far.
Like those uncertain gains; Let's stay.
Here, in the most energetic spring of the year.
Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard.
Nothing is like during the day, and it is like a ghost at night;
Let's be happy among the happy bees,
When bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.
Let's be happy among the flying birds.
When their voices suddenly came from above the bees,
With a beak like a needle tip, a meteor squeezed in.
Rush through a quiet flower in midair.
Because this is love, nothing else,
Love exists for God, because love.
He can deify himself at will,
But this love needs us to practice.
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Chapter 6: "If I die"
Author: Feynmando Pessoa
If they want to write a biography for me after I die,
That's too easy to handle.
I only have two appointments-birthday and death.
All the remaining days make me.
I can easily describe it.
I live like a madman.
I love things, and I am not sentimental at all.
I have never had an insatiable desire, because I have never had a tendency to follow blindly.
For me, hearing is never as good as seeing at the same time.
I understand that things are real and everything is different;
I understand this with my eyes and never rely on my thoughts.
If you understand with your mind, you will eventually find that there is no difference between the two.
One day, I was sleepy like a child.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
By the way, I am the only natural poet.
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Chapter 7: "Full of hope"
Author: Aleixandre Merlo
Do you know anything about life? You know,
Do you want it to repeat? You are wandering in the same place.
Sit down, don't always look back, but rush forward!
Stand up and hold your chest out. This is life.
The road of life; Is there only sweat on my forehead, thorns on my body, dusty servants and pain in my heart, but not love and morning?
Go on, keep climbing, this is the peak at hand.
Don't hesitate, stand up and stand up. How can you give up hope?
Don't you think? There is a silent language in your ears,
It has no pitch, but you must hear it.
It follows the wind and the fresh air.
Shake your tattered clothes,
Blow dry your sweaty forehead and cheeks,
Wipe away the remaining tears on your face.
When night comes,
It combs your white hair, so patiently and slowly.
Stand up to meet the blue sky of the morning glow,
The light of hope has risen on the horizon of Ran Ran.
Take firm steps, recognize the direction, and trust my support.
Rush forward quickly ...
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Chapter 8: "Seeing you, owning you"
Author: Allen
I closed my eyes to see you better.
I let you lie under my nose,
Touching you in the dark, soft and light,
In order to draw light from you.
All roads lead to your body,
I have walked every road;
Shallow waves love us infinitely,
The deep waves make us crazy.
I love you to make you love me,
Walking into my heart is like walking into your home.
Come on, sit on the pillow with my poem.
By the clear spring, in the fiery heart.
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Chapter 9: Facing a Wall
Author: Pauline
If you don't know what will happen next,
This is the coming of darkness.
This is darkness, this is the wall of darkness,
Now you face it and speak softly.
If you don't know who is listening,
It is others who listen;
They were lying on the other side of the wall. Listen,
Wake each other up sleeping people.
If you don't know where your loneliness comes from,
It comes from someone else.
Death and peace, you want death and peace.
But you don't know what happened,
From the whispers of people next door,
I have everything.
In short, you don't get death and peace.
If you don't know the meaning of life,
That's what it means.
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Chapter 10: "My Sorrow"
Author: Salvig
My sadness, like a strange old villa,
There is a cold shack in the north.
And a useless attic.
Often in the dark
In the shade of a pine forest,
Submerged by creeping weeds, submerged by everyone.
Be forgotten, be avoided.
I often walk there alone,
In the damp and echoing room,
Only those residents trapped by bugs.
The sound of crawling on the wall
Accidentally broken in moldy silence.
These little moths,
A hundred years later,
Turn this house into dust.
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Chapter 11: "Love is around"
Author: Goethe
When the morning sun dyed the sea red,
I think of you;
When the moonlit night penetrates the flowing spring,
I think of you again.
Whenever dust is raised on the distant road,
I saw you;
In the middle of the night, when the homeless are worried about going the wrong way,
I saw you too.
The waves are rough, in the depths of the waves,
I heard it;
When all is silent, in the secluded forest where I often listen to nature,
I heard it too.
I am by your side, even though you seem far away from me.
You are so close to me!
When the sun goes down, the stars will twinkle at me in an instant.
Oh, if only you were there!
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Chapter 12: Butterflies
Author: Bezruc
The breeze flies like a lark,
Flowing between the branches of pine trees and fir trees,
The dream boat cruises on the river of memory,
The butterfly stays in my hand.
You are love, but you are a happy and charming butterfly?
Fly away and decorate the boys and girls.
With black hair and white hands. ...
How can I? How can I be with you?