Wake up, lonely waning moon in the gray night sky.
A beam of light;
Pulling our eyes, piercing the sky and blooming brilliantly.
Drunk eyes, gorgeous moments of life. ...
With high spirits,
The train flew by, just for sightseeing.
People coming and going in the crowd are hard evidence that life is passing by in a hurry.
Repeatedly, disrupt the original, change the principle, and confuse the original.
There are 100 thousand unknowns in the missed intersection, just like the maze of life.
Confused, panic, blind pursuit, then bravely lose the possibility, if, maybe … because you have missed the scenery.
Returning to the original road is no longer the mood when I came, because there is an episode in my memory, humming gently. ...
The footsteps are prolonged, tortuous, clear and vague, and perhaps it is a work of art to appreciate with your heart.
Turn around and don't miss the scenery behind you, it doesn't belong to you anymore.
Let's stop and move towards the goal.
External obstacles, or for some reason, unable to move forward, wait or turn …
Back the way I came, I didn't lose. I bound the bridge along this road and kept it in my memory.
A brisk walk, a brisk turn,
You will find mottled paths and green vines on the walls; Several towering trees; Green moss grows in crevices;
They are full of stories, sighs of years, past laughter, memories, and encounters at this moment. ...
Gray sky, can't see the outline of the waning moon.
The thunderous crack behind us caught our attention.
Turning around only captures the smoke that disappears under the strong light.
Connected with the high-profile fireworks sound, the light beam broke through the sky and threw its own glory into the sky without shame. They are colorful and dazzling, ashamed of the waning moon and the bright stars.
The city sings proudly. ...
Some people cheered, but others were ecstatic. ...
In front of us are buildings, and colorful lights jump into our eyes.
I finally failed to catch up and missed the wonderful moment, but I was not disappointed, because my hope was pinned on the blue sky and white clouds farther and higher, turned into rain, spread all over the world, mixed with endless grassroots, and spread all over the earth. The burning sun told me that it attached to the tree and grew a tree's happiness. It is in the embrace of dandelion, waiting for the wind to come and embark on a farther journey. But I think it should be a small flower blooming in the weeds, strong and stubborn.
No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they must end in a gorgeous curtain call in an instant.
After intense combustion, only dust remains.
Unintentional people can no longer remember its beauty.
Fireworks Modern Poetry 2 Fireworks are gorgeous,
Instantly dissipated,
Awaken by beauty,
I was silent,
Away from you playing with fire,
Dare not approach your warmth,
A cold corner,
I feel safe,
Your passionate world is full,
Arouse my impulsive desire,
I started to get close to the bonfire,
Side by side with you,
Dancing with you,
I was lost in the heat,
Let my body touch the flame,
I will accompany you through thick and thin,
When you pushed me in the middle,
Satisfy your passion,
I broke out immediately,
Light up the whole sky in your field of vision,
I smile at your satisfied face,
Instantly dark,
Drift into the smoke,
My body is still at your feet,
Try to control your figure,
You continue your dance steps,
Looking for the appearance of prey,
I only exist for you,
Perfect moment,
Your face is full of joy,
Forget the time when I existed,
You have your destination,
I'm like dust,
Wandering and cape,
The pain is just around the corner.
I am a fireworks, brilliant for you,
No matter far or near, you are a passer-by.
I watched who you slept with in the air,
You're on earth,
Looking at the kitchen smoke coming out of nowhere,
You forgot the fireworks,
Without attachment,
It's just a dance,
Leave me a piece of acacia.
Fireworks Modern Poetry 3 I don't know when the silent night sky is illuminated by bright fireworks.
I was awakened by this sudden sound when I was sleeping.
Open the curtains and open the window.
The night sky is full of dazzling fireworks.
One by one, they rushed into the sky.
Create your own moment
Even if it is a flash in the pan.
I also want to be beautiful to the extreme
The life of fireworks is short and wonderful.
Although there is no star's safety.
But it has the heat of the sun.
Peony has no national color.
But it has a dazzling brilliance.
There is no fragrance of roses
But it had an amazing moment.
Beauty to the extreme is inevitable.
How many wonderful things are there?
Then it won't change
First love is the most beautiful scenery in people's hearts.
But the first love of most people.
Like this fireworks.
A flash in the pan
A bright life is certainly beautiful.
Quiet and long-term is also people's yearning.
How can we make life quiet and long?
As bright as fireworks
And as long as the stars.
In fact, fireworks are brilliant.
Because he did the right thing at the right time.
When you can shine
Brave advance
Even at the end of your life, make a beautiful curtain call.
No fragrance.
No national color.
No eternal
Only beautiful flowers.
Just for a second.
Did the right thing at the right time.
Life has been sublimated
Even for a short time.
But you left an indelible impression on my heart.
The night is silent again.
Only insects and birds can be heard in silence.
I went to bed.
Close your eyes.
All I can think about is your shining light.
Fireworks Modern Poetry 4 Fireworks
sway
Let the heart float in colorful ways
Overflowing sweetness
throb with terror
Beautiful and romantic
transient
bright and colorful
Gorgeous as summer flowers
That moment
Who lit the warmth in your eyes?
Let acacia cover winter
Night wind from the north
Colorful flowers
Let me immerse myself in
Wrapped in your eyes
whether or not
There is a door of time.
open
You can walk into your world.
wind
Swaying the warm light
snow
Wandering without feelings
Candles passed through the west window one by one.
Is it cold to dance off the petals?
grand banquet
Read distant thoughts
Winter elf
Accompanied by the cold of lonely nights
Meet your ink fragrance
Gently grinding the wind
Willing to write all my life.
The lyrics for you
One flap and two flaps.
Take your time.
Attached to jagged dead wood
Bloom a crystal heart.
My thoughts are flying
Let the distant homesickness
Dissolve in your blood
Until the end of time.
graceful steps in dancing
Flying and winding
Have the appearance of flowers
Surrounded by flowers
be unresolved/unsettled
A sea of flowers in full bloom
Rumei rulan
Pick a flower
Yasunari
In this picturesque dream
lenient
charming
Like your smile?
Touch the tip of your hair.
With a faint fragrance.
The tranquility of flowers
Pacify the noise of the world
Dark and colorful curtains
Dress up the scenery outside your window.
In the name of the wind
Sing softly for you
In the name of flowers
Dancing and falling for you
Fireworks Modern Poetry 5 Scenes of Thoughts and Thoughts
Yimou Jian Peijun Feng
Huaiyi romantic
Naughty dream
Whether it's your time or not.
Are condensed into beautiful scenery.
In the days when you come or not.
It is also the beautiful soft wind in my thoughts.
Zeng Wanshui and Qian Shan
But the wind is light and the clouds are light.
After all, we are separated by a city of missing.
A Lonely Sky
There is still a fireworks smile.
Bedside awakening
But I have a dream wet with tears.
The end of the sea is still the sea.
There is only wind at the end of the mountain.
When you whip.
It's not just white horses that are dusty.
A night of fireworks and laughter.
The back of wind and rain.
Fireworks Modern Poetry 6 Silent and ethereal
Brilliance at the moment
Like one lotus dream after another.
It always makes people feel uncomfortable
Have more yearning.
Extremely twisted
flourish
Showing extraordinary beauty.
Even so beautiful.
Is so short-lived
But it seems to be a highly toxic addiction.
It seems to have been hidden for thousands of years.
The essence of painstaking cultivation.
Like this fireworks.
Just like that love.
Stimulated by indulgence.
And a rash and pain.
The curtain of dreams
With Qin Qin's expectations.
Turn around quietly.
Xian Yi is quiet in the picturesque night.
Put all thoughts and ideas
Everyone is intoxicated with this moment.
In the dazzling bloom
Pull up the colored silk.
The whisper of dreams opens and closes in the lip corner.
Kiss the white clouds and the breeze.
One beautiful idea after another.
Turn around and fall on
In the sea of clouds and stars.
Call beauty flower show lightly
Be tough, be tough.
Everything is rolled up.
On the rise of quiet and happy meetings.
Draw a picture of fireworks with double lines
However, the sky is high and wide.
She has only one duckweed leaf.
A moment later.
Drunk to death
Only in sad stories
Hold a misty rain alone.
Loneliness, like tears
Carve a deeply grieved heart
Talking about parting with others
Meditate on the ups and downs tonight.
Looking forward to everything in the world yesterday.
I don't think anything is Buddha.
But far apart.
The situation tastes the cause and effect of its arrangement.
When stomping or imagining
Is so far away.
In the cold ashes of robbery
Only tears fall like meteors.
Fireworks
Burning so clearly.
It is also burning with the heartbreaking cold.
When the eyes are full of prosperity
This is already a danger signal.
Life is thin and hazy.
And darkened my eyes.
The extreme heat of saving
Into the calm of the evening.
All dreams are vague.
Inhale into the pharynx, blow into the wind.
Flowers and rain are falling.
In an instant, it was gray and bright.
This is the fate of fireworks.
Looking back at the years
It's broken up for the rest of my life.
The most beautiful thing ever.
This is just a flashy dream.
That night, it disappeared again and again.
The hazy imagination of nine days outside the cloud
That kind of excitement
Also in the silent space.
Destined to fall into it.
It is called the river of stagnant water.
I don't sigh that fireworks are light.
But obsessed with fireworks
If these words are carefully arranged
Be bound into a book
Sail against the current
A hundred years later
That kind of situation, that kind of scene will definitely become
The eternity sandy reached in her dream.
She is lonelier than fireworks.
He just stopped to watch the fireworks.
Think of those burning days.
All the pain, love and failure.
Those ethereal fireworks all know.