I can't bear to break through the cry of tearing, so I have to follow my sixth sense to find the direction.
The future is too slim, like a ray of light in the dark, so rare.
Gradually lost something: some people, some things, some small fresh dreams.
When you grow up, you have to pay some price. Smooth sailing is just a empty word.
Finally, finally, we abandoned ourselves, and we were forgotten in the corner and left to fend for ourselves.
In the end, flowers bloom and fall, and things are different.
Finally, ignorant of us, we were defeated by the so-called reality and completely failed.
We were thrown aside like garbage.
Maybe many years later, when we are polished off, we will find that our former self is so unstable.
Perhaps, we impulsively want to abandon the present and cherish the past.
Maybe this is our failure.
Will there be a second time after breaking up?
I dare not think hard about anything, for fear that I will realize how badly I lost in the end.
Nothing in the world will never change quality, and nothing will never get old.
It's just too beautiful words to stick to us.
Children always have plenty of time to dream and enjoy beautiful things.
Fish can't forget seven seconds, and people can't forget seven years. But I hope we don't miss each other.
For this world, we have too many fragile dreams, glass-like fragile dreams.
Get rid of him early, return to reality, and seize the last second of hope to "squander" him.
Life is too short, you need to cherish every second.
"Future" Prose Poem 2 in this country of ice and fire
Have you ever recalled that dream flower?
Do you remember how many days and nights you were troubled by dreams?
You must be looking for the unknown future.
Now you are just tied down by difficulties.
Slow down
Looking at the dusk,
Write down these bits and pieces
Do you know that you have a sunny but not cloudy face?
Do you know
When you are happy in the sun
The sun shines because of you.
Your brilliance reddened the face of the sunset.
at present
You are fighting for your dream.
Even now, you are willing to accept red spring mud
But I know
One day you will stand up proudly.
Cloud sales, rain and dew, colorful and distinct.
All that was lost was a handful of dust.
Pave the way for you to look back
Youth in spring
Because of your heroism
Sister ling
The hazy morning dream becomes a butterfly.
Do it for hope.
You will shine brilliantly.
Your kind and twisted heart
Go forward with your dreams.
Will be carefree and content.
Warm hands.
Put them in your heart.
Listen carefully
This is written in words.
Speak your mind.
Tap your heart
Leave some on the left bank of your journey.
In the dark night
Staring at the moonlight like water.
Close your eyes and meditate.
Freeze at the moment
A looming unknown future
You have a bright smile.
"Future" Prose Poem 3 Midsummer Night
Sitting alone by the window
Breeze Xu Lai
There is no wine, but I am slightly drunk.
The height of the seventh floor
Can make me
Through a corner of the reinforced concrete forest
Wave goodbye to the sunset glow.
I thought of the stone horse.
Think of him waving his sleeves.
It became a cloud on the horizon.
Thought of his words again:
Hui Hui, give me a future.
The mood becomes gloomy.
Like a mass of things stuck in the chest.
Non-ventilated
Hit you in the throat from time to time
Then there were tears in my eyes.
I have never been a profound person.
Too emotional but not affectionate.
I don't know what kind of future Zhimo wants Yin Hui to shape him into.
I don't know if the emblem sound is as he wishes.
Give him the future he wants.
I only know that in the end, they all have their own homes.
Have one's own fortunes
Although they are very affectionate.
You can't sleep with the person you love the most every night.
People like me.
What more can a husband ask for?
And love.
But never strong, selfless, crazy and desperate to love.
People who "vie for flowers and wine in this life and cry for Iraq"
not me
Then I am destined to be the most carefree person.
Time to get married.
Let go of everything in the past
Just get married.
Marry me
More of a necessary ceremony.
Home is mine.
Just a stable place to live.
That's enough.
Why do you ask too much?
You are the only one for me at the moment.
The next moment you are a passer-by.
Your emotions are no longer beyond my control.
Maybe this has nothing to do with my pain.
Just made a promise
In an instant, you became my ancient legend.
Although when I met you, I thought of forever.
Don't ask right or wrong.
You and I are as small as dust.
How to control your own destiny?
How to give a person a future?
Can only go with the wind
Don't ask for directions
As for my love?
I was lucky to get it.
Lose my life.
As for life?
Do you want to continue?