1, a flowering tree
How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment? To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.
The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass, and the sun was carefully full of flowers. These were my hopes in my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, but when you finally walk past in desperation, you fall behind ... friend, that's not a petal, it's my withered heart!
Step 2 go to the oak tree
If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat simple songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.
Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share cold waves, storms and thunder; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.
This is great love, and it is true.
Love, not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.
3. "When you are old"
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
4. Beautiful girls in the gallery
There are vegetables and still life pictures of you looking at it. It's so quiet.
The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.
What can they do without light? Stranger, I like you to stand quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.
5. "The end of this episode"
We will never be immersed in this bittersweet past time again; Dear, the aperture of love is between you and me.
I can't find the place where we were closely related at the beginning. At that time, the place where we fell in love was empty.
Those flowers and fragrant air, will they think of our arrival at this time? Will those nocturnal birds scream and find out that we used to wander here? Although we had a fiery oath, although we had an unforgettable joy, today we can judge the suffering after the limit of carnival.
Deep trauma; No groans: broken laughter; But stubbornly endure; This road of love is harder than a hard stone.
Step 6 "worry"
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is acacia in the distant sea.
If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.
Say it's acacia in the far sea, say it's lonely autumn sorrow.
7. "Who is my lover?"
I didn't know that the boudoir window where I wrote poems could shine into the south of the Yangtze River.
Imagine, add some meaning, stop wandering between mountains and rivers, and sing poetry.
This lonely life of writing poetry also needs the warmth of love.
Believe it! In spring, when flowers are dreaming.
It is always full of fragrance and the most loving, in the season when the east wind blows willow.
Poetic love is the consciousness of Jiangnan love.
It is my persistent pursuit of life, including my shy love confidant.
8. Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant.
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
9. "My thoughts and everything"
I want you to take my heart and everything with me, but please leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you.
There's nothing in me that you can't conquer.
You took its life, so you also took its death. If I have anything to lose, I hope you can take me with you, just leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you.
10 "My love is not a nightingale"
My love is not a nightingale. I wake up in the morning greeting and sing a wonderful song in the land that is prosperous because of the kiss of the sun.
My love is not a lovely garden. There is a white dove floating on the quiet lake, nodding to the moonlight reflected in the water.
My love is not a happy home, like a garden, full of peace and happiness, living like a mother and giving birth to a fairy: beautiful joy.
My love is a desolate forest; Among them, jealousy is like a robber, holding a sword in his hand: despair, every stab is a cruel death.