How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
2. Chun Qing
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
3. Sad songs
I will never see you again in my life.
Just to see you again
It's not you anymore
You in my heart will never appear again.
What reappears is just some vicissitudes of life.
The sun, the moon and the fleeting time
4, the heart of the lotus
I am a blooming summer lotus.
How hopeful
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not here to erode.
The autumn rain did not fall.
The green season has left me again.
I have no worries or fears.
Now is the time.
My most beautiful moment
The heavy door was locked.
After a fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance.
Either come too early, or
Late Responder: T 521in | Level II | 2008-8-2216: 241If: the four seasons can be arranged extremely bleak, if the sun is willing, life can be arranged extremely lonely, and if love is willing, I can never reappear. If you like, I will miss you. All the rivers are cut off, so that desolation and dryness extend to infinity. I will never think of you again in this life, except on some nights wet with tears. If you are willing to be a flowering tree: how can you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I begged for 500 years in front of the Buddha to make us a dusty Buddha, so I turned into a tree and grew in the sunshine on the roadside where you must pass. All the flowers are the hope of my previous life. When you walk in, please listen carefully to the trembling branches and leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally ignored my friend, behind you, it wasn't the petals that fell to the ground. It is my dying heart. Twilight: I heard a song on a young night, lingering like a mountain wind blowing through lilies, but when I longed for it again, it disappeared silently, leaving no place for moonlight to soak my skin. What is similar to that night in a dusk twenty years later, which makes the melody suddenly? The valley should force my heart to look back where I came from. This half-life frustration turned into sweet tears in the twilight. Faith: I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all the light and shadow are mutually reflecting and congenial. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you are willing to trace back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other. Responder: Cold Night Blood. | Level 2 | 2008-8-22 16:34 How did a flowering tree of Xi Murong let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because it may change, and don't be afraid to seek a heart-to-heart meeting because it may separate. Interviewee: Bi Lingbo | Grade II | 2008-8-2217: 01Choice If I want to meet you once in my next life, just for all the sweetness and sadness of that moment of hundreds of millions of light years, then let everything that should happen appear in an instant. I knelt down and thanked all the planets for helping me meet you and leave you, completing a poem written by God, and then dying slowly. How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years, so form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing in the sunshine of your only way. All the flowers are the hope of my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally passed my friends who fell behind you, it was not petals, but my withered heart. All endings of Chun Qing have been written. My tears have already started, but I suddenly forgot how I started in that ancient summer and never came back. No matter how much I pursue young you, your smile is very shallow and fades after sunset. So fate opened the yellow title page and bound it badly with tears in her eyes. I have read and reread, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book. I believe that the essence of love is as simple and gentle as life. I believe. All the reflections of light and shadow are in harmony. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one word that I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you are willing to trace back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other. If people in previous lives can really be reincarnated in the world, if there is reincarnation, what is the love in our previous lives? If I were a girl picking lotus in Jiangnan, I would be the one you miss under your wrist. If you are an urchin who plays truant, I will be a brand-new marble that falls out of your schoolbag, watching you walk away unconsciously in the grass by the roadside. If you are a monk facing the wall, I will be a pillar burning incense in front of the temple and accompany you to be silent for a while. So when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished frontiers, but they are too vague to tell you why. Why can't I lock the pen, but I can't lock the love and sadness in my long life? Why does the joy at first sight always fade? The most urgent time is the most beautiful time. I am looking forward to it. In fact, I never asked you to give me your life. If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if I can love you once and leave you again, it will only be a moment to look back. Farewell not all dreams can be realized in time, and not all words tell you that guilt and regret are always deeply planted in your heart after parting. Although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty, I don't mean to miss it, but I have been doing it all the time. I want to miss the flowery yesterday and repeat the same parting today. I will be a stranger for the rest of my life, and I will bow deeply to you at dusk. Please take good care of me, even if they say goodbye to the world. Everything will eventually become empty. Let me shake your hand at the intersection, and then gently take it out. I know my thoughts will take root and sprout from now on. The mountains and rivers during the day are solemn and gentle. Let me shake your hand, and then gently take it out. Since then, the Chinese New Year has stopped, and tears have merged into a river in my heart. Staring at the ferry is so helpless. If you can't find flowers to send, just pin your blessings on your chest, and tomorrow will be the end of the world. If you love youth without regrets, please be gentle with the people you have slept with, no matter how long or short you have been in love. If we can always treat each other gently, all the moments will be a flawless beauty. If you have to part, say goodbye and thank her in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment has no regrets at the moment when you suddenly look back, just like the quiet late moon on the hill. 438+0 will go with you. I've always wanted to go up that beautiful mountain road with you. There are soft winds and white clouds. With you by my side, I listen to my happy and grateful heart. My request is actually very small. As long as there is such a summer, I only have to walk once, but day after day is an unexpected arrangement. There are still so many trivial mistakes that we slowly separate, so that I finally understand all the joys and sorrows tonight. I am ashes, and I can't walk with you on any road in the world. I am a blooming summer lotus. I hope you can see me now. The wind and frost have not eroded the autumn rain, and the lush season has left me. I'm elegant, I'm not worried, I'm not afraid. Now is my most beautiful moment, but I lock the door behind my fragrant smile. Who knows that there is something wrong with my lotus heart? You are either too early or too late to answer: Esmeralda | Level 3 | 2008-8-23 07: 18 I think it is the most beautiful. Qilixiangliu longs for the waves flowing to the ocean, but longs to return to land. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls come back every night, and when the breeze passes, they turn into a garden full of fragrance. Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are both rare and elusive, and often appear in the most unexpected moments. I like that dream, in which everything can be started all over again and everything can be explained slowly. I can even feel the ecstasy and gratitude when all the wasted time can come back. My heart is full of happiness just because you smiled at me in front of my eyes, just as I knew that you had traveled thousands of miles for me, but I felt that the grass was delicious and colorful, just like the beginning when you and I just met in the rain, and I really liked that dream. If you are still sad after the rain, please let me face this parting calmly and continue to look for an impossible one. All the endings of your youth have been written, and all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what it was like to start in that ancient summer that is gone forever. No matter how much I pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and fades away after sunset. Open the yellow title page, and fate has bound it badly. I read it again and again, and my eyes filled with tears, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book.
Happy snow
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Shian played a song.
For Japanese girls,
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it is too shy to enjoy the cool.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
This is a cowardly world.
This is a cowardly world:
No love, no love!
Let your hair hang freely,
Expose your feet;
Come with me, dear,
Abandon this world
Sacrifice our love!
I hold your hand,
Love, you follow me;
Let thorns pierce our soles,
Let the hail break our heads,
You follow me,
I hold your hand,
Get out of the cage and restore our freedom!
Come with me,
My love!
The world has fallen on our backs,-
Look, isn't this the white sea?
The white sea,
The white sea,
Infinite freedom, I love you!
Follow my finger,
The blue of a little star that day-
This is an island with grass.
Flowers, beautiful animals and birds;
Boarding this canoe,
Go to the ideal heaven—
Love, happiness, freedom-
Farewell, world, forever!
go to
Go, human, go!
I stood alone on the top of the high mountain;
Go, human, go!
I face the infinite sky.
Go, young man, go!
Herbs are buried in the valley;
Go, young man, go!
Sorrow was given to the crow at dusk.
Go, dream, go!
I broke the jade cup of fantasy;
Go, dream, go!
I smiled and was congratulated by the mountain wind and the waves.
Go, all kinds, go!
At present, there is a mountain peak in the sky;
Go, everything, go!
There is infinity at present!
In order to find a star
I rode a lame blind horse,
Whip the night; ——
Whip at night,
I ride a blind horse with crooked legs!
I rushed into this dark night,
To find a star; ——
In order to find a star,
I rushed into this dark wilderness.
Tired, tired of the animals under my feet,
The star has not appeared yet; ——
The stars have not yet appeared,
I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted.
This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky.
There is an animal in the wilderness,
There is a body lying in the dark. ——
This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky!
I have a lover.
I have a love; ——
I love stars in the sky;
I like their crystals:
There is no such strange god on earth.
On a cold evening in winter,
On a lonely and gloomy morning.
At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm—
There will always be one, ten thousand stars!
The embrace of grass flowers by the mountain stream,
The joy of the children upstairs,
Traveler's Light and South Needle:—
A shining elf thousands of miles away!
I have a broken soul,
Like a pile of broken crystals,
Scattered among weeds in the wilderness—
Sip your immediate attention.
The ice and tenderness of life,
I have tasted it, and I have endured it;
Sometimes the cricket's Qiu Ge is placed on the steps,
It broke my heart and made me cry.
I showed my honesty,
Give love to the star of tomorrow,
Whether life is illusory or real.
Is the earth inside or outside-
There are always stars in the sky!
Leifeng movie under the moon
I send you a shadow of Leifeng Tower,
Thick dark clouds and white clouds all over the sky;
I'll give you a top of Leifeng Tower,
The bright moon is projected on the sleeping heart.
Late at night, Yi Yita shadow,
Clouds in the moonlight, slender wavy scales-
If you and I are swinging on a bare boat,
If you and I create a complete dream!
Shanghai-Hangzhou chezhong
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
Shihu Hu tong no.7
Our little garden sometimes ripples with infinite tenderness:
Xiao Teng Niang, naked and pregnant with groups of persimmon palms,
A hundred-foot pagoda tree leaned over and hugged Tang Gu in the breeze.
The yellow dog is by the fence, waiting for his little friend Pearl, who is sleeping.
Little sparrow's new romantic proposal sings endlessly-
Our small garden sometimes ripples with infinite tenderness.
Our small garden sometimes paints a vague dream;
The vastness of rain and the shadow of the courtyard interweave into silence and gloom.
The little frog sat alone on his brilliant chest, listening to the singing of earthworms in the next yard.
Endless rain clouds, wearily scattered on the top of the old locust tree,
Dance in a circle before sweeping the eaves. Is it a bat or a dragonfly?
Our small garden sometimes depicts a vague dream.
Our small garden sometimes sighs helplessly;
However, in the rainstorm, countless bright reds were smashed by the rain hammer.
But in the new autumn, the green leaves that have not withered sadly leave the tree.
However, in the middle of the night, the moon went home by cloud boat, and the western wall had passed.
The music in the distant alley was blown by the cold wind-
Our little garden sometimes groans helplessly.
Our small garden is sometimes immersed in happiness;
At dusk after the rain, the courtyard is full of beautiful shade, fragrance and cool wind.
A large number of cockroaches, with huge bottles in their hands, squatted into the sky.
One Jin, two Jin, the bottom of the cup is drunk, full of wine, and the face is red with wine.
In Julian's laughter, there was a fairy-like wine Weng floating around-
Our small garden is sometimes immersed in happiness.
Residual stone
Who do you blame? Who do you blame? Is this thunder in the blue sky?
Close, lock; Dust on the tiles until tomorrow!
Don't look at the smooth white stone steps, wait until another day, alas,
Grass grows in the cracks of the stone, and berries are scattered on the stone!
There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch. It's really phoenix tail.
But who else will change the water, fish for grass and feed the grass?
Three or five days ago, be sure to turn your eyes to your white belly.
Let the ice spectrum crush you if you don't float to death!
The most pitiful are those Ying Ge people with red mouths and green hair.
Let the queen teach you well and sing along with the flute.
I am spoiled. If I feed late, I will be scolded.
Now, you're in charge! There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ……
2. Cool nights
Emerald night
You really left, tomorrow? Then I, then I, ...
You don't have to worry, sooner or later;
If you want to remember me, remember me,
Otherwise, forget the world before it's too late.
With me, I don't have to think about time and space.
Think of it as a dream, a fantasy;
Think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday.
Timid and pitying in front of the wind, a fluttering,
Two petals, fall to the ground, step on them and turn into mud. ...
Alas, people step on it and turn it into mud-it's clean when it turns into mud.
This half-dead man is suffering,
Looking at an attic, heavy and tearful-
Oh, my God, why did you come? Why did you come? ...
I can't forget you, the day you came,
As if the dark future is bright,
You are my husband, my lover, my benefactor,
You taught me what life is and what love is.
You woke me up in a coma and cleared me.
How do I know the sky is high and the grass is green without you?
Touch my heart, how fast it beats;
Touch my face again, how burnt it is, thank you for the night.
Invisible; Love, I can't breathe,
Stop kissing me; I can't stand this kind of intense work,
My soul is like a burning brick these days.
Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, hits, hits and sparks.
Scattered ... I'm dizzy, hold me tight,
Love, let me stay in this quiet garden,
How beautiful it is to die on your chest with your eyes closed!
The wind rustled in the white tree overhead,
This is my funeral song, this breeze,
Blowing from the olive grove, with pomegranate flowers,
Take my soul away, firefly,
Affectionate and dedicated fireflies, with their light,
I stopped when I got to the bridge with the third ring hole.
Look, you're holding my half-hot body,
Call me, kiss me, shake me, suck me, ...
I will smile and follow the breeze,
Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,
Anyway, lose this disgusting life and experience this death.
In love, the death of this love center is not as good as.
500 reincarnations? ..... selfish, I know,
But I don't care ... will you die with me?
What, it's not a complete "love to death" without a pair,
If you want to fly, you must fight with two pairs of wings.
It's different to take care of when you go to heaven,
I can't live without you and you can't live without me;
If it's hell, you won't be at ease if I go alone.
You said that hell might be more civilized than this world.
Although I don't believe that a delicate flower like me,
There is no guarantee that there will be no more storms.
You can't hear me clearly when I call you.
That's not asking for liberation, but throwing it into the mud,
On the contrary, cold-eyed ghosts colluded with hard-hearted people.
Laugh at my fate and your cowardice and carelessness?
That's right. What should I do?
It's hard to live, it's too hard, and you can't get rid of it when you die.
I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me.
Alas! You said you'd better live and wait for that day!
Is there that day? -You are my confidence;
But you must leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart?
Leave without me? I can't keep you, it is fate;
But this flower, without sun and dew soaking,
If you don't die, you will inevitably fall out. What a pity!
You can't forget me, dear, except in your heart,
I have no life; Yes, I listen to you, I wait,
I have to wait patiently when Cycas bloom;
Love, you will always be a star above my head;
If I die unfortunately, I will become a firefly.
In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying in the dark,
Dusk flies to midnight, midnight flies to dawn,
I just hope there are no clouds in the sky, and I can see the sky.
The unchanging big star in the sky is you,
I hope you can shine more light for me at night,
Through the day, through the heart of love ...
1June 925 1 1 day, in Emerald Hill.
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I also want to praise this magical universe,
I also want to forget that there is sadness in the world.
Like a plum finch who is not tired of hanging,
Singing in the Qing Dynasty, jumping in the dusk; ——
If she is always by my side like a breeze!
I also hope that my poems will flow like clear water.
I also hope my heart is as long as the fish in the pond;
But now fire is my heart,
Don't ask me about love poems again? ——
Oh, my god You don't give her life and freedom for a day!
once in a while
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
I'm here to buy a lotus flower by the Yangtze River.
I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus;
Peel off the layers of lotus by hand,
Watching seagulls fly in front of their eyes,
Endure a face of sadness and tears-
I miss you, I miss you, Xiaolong! ②
I tasted the lotus seed meat and recalled its tenderness.
There are no heavy curtains rolled up in front of the steps.
Covering concentric (3) love:
I'm listening to your alliance again,
"It will always be yours, my body and my soul."
I have tasted lotus plumule, and my heart is more bitter than lotus plumule;
I get palpitations at night,
A nightmare that I can't earn,
Who knows my pain?
You hurt me, dear. How am I supposed to live this life?
But I can't blame you. I can't bear to guess that you have changed.
My heart goes soft: ④
You are mine! I still am.
Hold You Tight
Unless it's day -6.
But who can imagine that day? ⑦
(1) This poem first appeared in 1925' s Diary of Zhimo Love My Eyebrow.
② The word "dragon" is "red" at the time of publication.
(3) The "concentricity" in the diary is "vanishing".
There is no ":"in the diary.
⑤ The "-"in the diary is ";"
⑥ —— It is ","in the diary.
The sentence in the diary is "but I can't imagine that day!" At the end of the article, there is "Shanghai-Nanjing Road on September 4th".
In the middle of the night, the pipa in the deep alley was awakened from sleep by it, the pipa in the middle of the night!
Whose sorrow is this,
Whose finger is this,
Like a bitter wind and rain, like a fallen flower,
Late at night,
When I fell asleep here,
Playing the strings, playing the horn of the court merchant,
In the middle of the night, on the deserted street,
There is a broken moon hanging on the willow tip.
Ah, half a moon, like a broken hope for him, he
Wearing a flowered hat,
Wearing chains,
Jumping and laughing wildly on the road of time,
It's over, he said. Blow up your lamp,
She waited on the other side of the grave,
Waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss!
(1) was written in1May, 926, and was first published in the 8th issue of Morning Post Supplement Poetry on May 20th of the same year, with the signature of Zhimo.
You and I must never profane the word "building a wall".
Don't forget your oath before God.
Not only do I want your tenderest love,
Wrapped in my heart forever like a banana coat;
I hope your love is as strong as steel,
Build a wall in this flowing life;
Let the autumn wind blow away all the yellow leaves in the garden,
Let termites rot the painted walls for thousands of years;
So one day a thunderbolt shook the universe,-
It cannot shake the freedom in the "love wall" between you and me!
(1) written in1August, 925, first published in Modern Review, Volume 2, No.39, on September 5 of the same year, signed by Xu Zhimo. After ...
Income poetry collection "Cold Jade Night".
Never see Lei Feng again.
No more Leifeng, Leifeng collapsed into a wasteland,
There are many green onions on it;
There are many shallots on it.
Never see Leifeng again, Leifeng collapsed on a large wasteland.
Why do you feel sorry for this destruction?
There are many perverts in the world who should not be divided.
There are many abnormal situations in the world that should not be divided;
Why do you feel sorry for this destruction?
Why do you feel that this tower has been suppressed and this grave has been buried?
Depression is better than burial!
Depression is better than burial,
Why is there such a feeling that this tower is suppressed and this tomb is buried?
No more Lei Feng; Lei Feng was buried in people's memory:
Like a dream, a pet;
Like a dream, a pet,
No more Lei Feng; Since then, Lei Feng has been buried in people's memory.