Many years ago, I believed.
Love the right person, will last forever.
Many years later, I realized
Some things can only be remembered by some people.
Love finally chose silence in the face of reality.
When an infatuated person
Give the brightest and brightest time in your life to the waiting time.
Will fully understand.
Some people are destined to meet and fall in love.
But being together is beyond our power.
There is a kind of love that you can't say when you are deeply in love.
There is a kind of love that I want to give up but can't.
There is a kind of love that you know is painful but can't hide.
There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way forward, but it cannot be taken back.
-prequel
In your world.
Who has already become a passer-by of fireworks in March?
The pounding of hooves still came.
Your casement is not for guests.
In my world.
Ice and snow are your only conversation.
The expired oath has disappeared in the sea.
The sadness of the memorial ceremony carries the blood of the sunset.
Sweet wind chimes under the eaves
It's so beautiful that the east wind blows down the tender helplessness.
There is a blank scrawled on the realistic drawing board.
Maple trees in the park
The red leaves are engraved with memories and lingering waiting.
You can't forget the most beautiful waltz in autumn.
White painted desk dust is the reliance of happiness.
Can't erase the existence of two witnessed hearts.
Compose the drifting white clouds into a song of the day.
Fill the sea of words with twinkling stars
Announce to the world
The kite broke its thread, but it couldn't break its love for the sky.
Under the incarnation of Bodhi, a crow will never leave the cold branch.
Looking back at the end of the bridge, 500 years of embarrassment.
The sad war is burning.
You and my city are buried in the lonely ruins.
The nameless flower blooms with a smile.
Black and white cannot be barren and eternal colors.
Even a flash in the pan won't change it for a lifetime.
Yuyanlou Taizhong
Who is still talking about that beautiful and false legend?
Where is the singer's sad "leaving the river"
A platform where the train can't stop.
Can't open the mysterious haze
In an alley on a rainy day
Still holding the girl with an umbrella …
Poetry sent away loneliness that day.
It was hard to hear the rain in the deep alley that night.
Looking back, I was suddenly surprised.
It turns out that in order to win the self-proclaimed "fruit of love"
I put myself in all the patterns of love, all the shackles.
Finally, I suddenly found out
I only have a vague face and a road that I can't turn back.
Bury a fruit of love at the end of the world
Bury a song of love in the cape
Let the long river of memory wash away the lettering on the stone.
-P.S.
dance
Buddha said: The world is full of dances.
Dancing is a pity.
If there is no dance, even if I give you more, I will not feel happy.
Once you chase, you can't jump out of the quagmire of dancing, but you can only struggle, wander and sink deeper and deeper. Total despair.
In autumn, at dawn at sunset, darkness and light are intertwined. In a flash, it will become an eternal classic.
Innocence, awakened by the midnight bell, illusory and true lingering. The past is gentle and gradually turns gray.
When an empty soul, wandering on the edge of depravity and innocence, looks around, helpless. Its weight cannot be concentrated in one place, and it can be deflected to the left or right by a point. Because everything in the body has already been taken away by the streamer, only endless emptiness needs to be filled. And this emptiness has no fulcrum to attach to.
When you really face despair, you will scream and get hysterical. But it didn't realize that it was facing real despair. Because of this restriction, there is no dawn. Therefore, although it is trying to survive, it can't agree with anything. The more it struggled and shouted, the more miserable the scene became. When it is exhausted, it will get more and more depressed. It realized that all its efforts were in vain, just for its own dance.
The merciful Buddha sighed in the void:
Dance.
The author's tassel set
Dialogue under clear sky
Mom and dad have been out to work for some time, and I haven't contacted them for a long time. When I called them, I knew my mother's hand was hurt. Suddenly I feel that I am not a competent daughter. I didn't even know my mother was ill. That day, the day of talking with them, the weather was fine. Although it's just a few conversations. But you can also feel the warmth. I wish my mother a speedy recovery.
Happy householder
I think my householder
Will be a very happy person.
I have a beautiful wife like me every day.
Give him a hand.
Help him pick up girls
Don't ask him why he is addicted to this step.
After all, he is interested in me.
Selected works of author He Lvhe
Find a winter lover
It must be very cold this winter. Without the shelter of family and shelter from the wind and rain, how can a scarred heart resist the ravages of winter? I really want to find a winter lover.
I used to think: marriage is a palace of happiness, husband and wife are loving mandarin ducks, and home is a warm harbor. It was not until I entered the marriage like a besieged city that I found too many disappointments. How about regret? If I go back in time, I will choose to be single. From my mother's tears, I understood my cowardice and helplessness, and my emotional impulse brought harm to myself and my relatives. Silence, except silence or silence! Ask yourself a thousand times: Is this my other half? Did Yue Lao pull the wrong red line? If I can walk in the clouds, I would like to go to the Heavenly Palace and kneel for the old moon to come back! I hope she is a blank sheet of paper. I want to cultivate it again: marriage and family are more about paying and responsibility, and absolute freedom and indulgence are almost non-existent. Patience, silence and loneliness have become the main thread of my life, and when I have insomnia, smoke has become a mentor to soothe my mental trauma. The night is long, full of words, and I don't know where to complain. At this time, I really want to talk to someone! The old trees in Gu Teng love to faint, and the small bridges flow in accordance with others, sharing a couch and only facing the cold back. At this moment, I suddenly realized: Is it shameful to find a lover? Finding a lover is not shameful, but a kind of happiness that crosses the secular world! The love of my lover, full of vitality, will make me youthful; The affection and affection of my lover will make me forget the pain in the world; My lover's heart, heart to heart, makes me feel my heartbeat every time. The warm words of my lover will melt my frozen heart. My lover's smile, full of smiles, will make me ecstatic forever. I was in tears. Where can I find such a good person?
I understand: true feelings are not sweet words in the shade of flowers, sweet words in the peach blossom garden, faint tears, or the compulsion of die-hard, but mutual trust and responsibility based on the same language, never leaving for a hundred years and working together. I don't need much. I just want to hear your kind regards. A sincere blessing is enough to melt a frozen heart. High mountains and flowing water, bosom friends are hard to find. Who knows me?
This winter is very cold, I really want to find a lover for the winter!
Autumn evening breeze
I never care about time, but I feel very slow and painful. But in a blink of an eye, it has stood in front of the autumn door. This early autumn is green and seems to have exhausted the power of life. Bright green and green make it difficult for autumn to come seriously. Although the weather is sometimes very hot, the green leaves can't stop the agitation of autumn wind in life and mercilessly strip the branches. I saw pain and reluctance from this.
In the morning and evening, the skin also experienced the breath of autumn from the autumn wind, which was a little cold inadvertently. This feeling is real after the rain in the evening!
It's another sad season! !
Although the maple leaves dance, the willow branches are full of romance and tenderness. In the gentle dance that lost the annual life, I don't know how many injuries are full of unwillingness and disappointment. When the trees calm down, the leaves stop falling, when the last breath of life dissipates and approaches the place of return; Years passed and turned into a trace of powder in the soil. The last trace of nostalgia and acacia for the branches turned into a trace of strength in the afterlife. This life ends. It became yesterday, and it became the past. Then, I began to miss last autumn, when the last enchanting leaf was still flying in the wind, I began to miss and miss. Who remembers your yesterday and today's autumn, and you have interpreted the cycle of life again and again in the years? What does this life carry? ! ?
Selected works of writer Guo Yi.
I choose to go alone.
The day after we broke up, I missed you very much, but I knew that we could never go back. You told me that you still love me, but you just don't want to continue. You would rather be lonely than humble love, so I choose perfection and blessing. Because when love puts on a heavy chain, everything changes. I didn't want you to be trapped by this chain, so I let go of your hand.