Life is like a summer flower.
(Tagore)
Life is frivolous again and again.
Frivolous and tireless
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one
I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.
There are swaying oases in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like bright summer flowers
Without fear, the devil is like fire.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
Enjoy it forever
two
I hear music, from moonlight and body.
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.
Life is full of intense and naive.
There are always memories throughout the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.
Don't be full of confusion and gestures.
Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.
Extremely mysterious and profound
three
I hear love, and I believe in love.
Love is a struggling blue-green algae.
Like a sad wind
Through my bleeding veins
Belief in the garrison years
four
I believe I can hear everything.
Even foresee separation and meet another self.
And some moments are impossible to grasp.
No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.
Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.
I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
five
Prajna paramita, let me know.
Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?
Lovers Xinhe
Jesus Christ,
Once lovers' hearts meet,
Where does it flow happily?
In front of you is the ocean of love,
It carries the same hope.
Running to the same destination,
Longing to pour into your boundless chest.
There are many obstacles on the way forward.
There stands a dangerous peak shrouded in sadness and fog.
Qi Xin, together, can cross,
When the journey of life is over,
Allow the joy and sorrow of two hearts.
Find a home in your kindness.
Forever love
I love you in countless ways,
My infatuation will always weave a garland of songs for you-
Dear, accept my dedication,
Hanging on the chest in various ways from generation to generation.
I have heard many old love stories,
Full of joy of gathering and sadness of parting.
Looking back without starting,
I think you are like a Beidou that will never be forgotten.
Through the darkness of the years,
Shanshan came to me.
Starting from the ideological source of the flood era,
You and I rowed down the river.
You and I play among hundreds of millions of lovers,
In the bitter tears of separation and the sweet shyness of reunion,
Old love breeds new ideas.
The stale love has now turned into dust under your feet.
Love, sadness and happiness in all people's hearts,
All love legends, lyrics of love songs written by historical poets,
Everything is in the new love between you and me.
The blue flow of emotion
The torrent of my emotions,
Find a home among you.
So, life, forever,
So life is full of happiness,
When you showed up,
So I drowned my eyes;
My lost heart,
You took the trouble to get it back.
My lost hope,
You pick them up one by one.
A wreath swaying around the neck,
Knit, do it yourself!
Please remember me
Remember me, even if I go west,
You and I used to love each other, and one day,
Become a forgotten anecdote,
Buried under the novel life.
Please remember me, even if it is close at hand.
The new love has become a historical anecdote.
Tired eyes can't reach it-
Like a shadow behind you.
Remember me, even if you remember.
Lonely dusk is bleak and sad,
Even if the housework in autumn morning suddenly stops,
Even if the fun of spring night is over.
Remember me, even if I look back.
There are no tears in the dry corners of the eyes.
Express love
A couple bows to you,
Heaven emperor, teach them to respect each other as guests;
Show eternal love
Love without dust in happiness
Love that shines with the light of freedom in suffering.
Every moment is full of youthful love.
Tears are like dew love reflected by the morning glow.
The road under your feet leads to love in heaven.
If they are tired on the way,
Let them rest in your warm arms.
If they go astray,
Show them the right way.
Treasure of love
Oh, the treasure of love,
You will reappear and then disappear for a while.
Oh, the treasure of love,
I will get you back and lose you for a while.
You don't belong to my frustration,
You belong to my eternity.
You are immersed in the long river of "instant",
I looked for you with trepidation.
You have no end,
But you dress up as nothing,
Hiding the real body.
Oh, with your smile
Wipe away my sad tears!
Happiness is the subjective feeling of people's satisfaction with life. ...
In today's society, material life is getting richer and richer, but happiness and happiness are getting farther and farther away from us.