pure white
Looking up at the sky, the stars shine.
I imagined it when I was a child.
The moon passes through the clouds like Bai Lianhua.
I have been looking forward to the figure of the goddess Chang 'e.
Floating on the moon,
But now
Walking alone on a winding runway,
I only see a few stars,
Without the moon.
I think it's not bad.
Maybe it's because I grew up.
No longer afraid of loneliness as before.
I'm used to it,
Whether you are here or not.
I always listen to a familiar song.
The most familiar stranger
Like all white things.
White flower
White clothes
A pure and transparent heart
Simple,
No desire, no desire,
If you come, I will be very satisfied.
If you hide a knife, please get out of my world.
Don't defile this white body.
I began to like writing,
Be quiet when no one is around.
Say something you want to say,
Today, my clothes are plain white.
It's like I'm back to myself 20 years ago,
Never lost it,
Everything white has been touched by time.
Will it all turn yellow?
I'm still dressed in white.
On the way back to the dormitory
Enjoy the evening breeze,
With a familiar song
End this simple trip ...
A gray-haired father
The years are quiet.
Dye your hair white
The changes of life are written in
forehead
Four seasons leaf
Witnessed the busyness
In the wind and waves of the mountain peak
Birds sing and sing together
Father is shouting.
Nest together from the mountain.
Father's here.
Barefoot palm plough and whip
In the field with cows
Dance lightly and gracefully
Deep applause came from the wind and rain.
Once the seed
Slip into the soil
Waving a silver sickle in the future
Harvest like sweat
Look at the cone
Liangdui
Footsteps are the yardstick of measurement.
Kuraman
Grain sleeping heatable adobe sleeping platform
Snoring under the eaves is like thunder.
Moonlight awakens dreams.
tobacco
Draw a series of arcs
Sublimate into morning smoke
hilltop
Suona mixed pheasant
Chaoyang blush
you
See you that day,
There is bound to be more concern in my heart.
Soft eyes,
Beautiful long hair,
Beautiful smiling face,
Sweet voice.
Everything makes me intoxicated with you.
Looking at you,
There is always a feeling that words are difficult to read.
So I wrote the lingering drizzle in March.
By showing the appearance of temperament,
What I read is your gentle and kind heart.
I started thinking about you occasionally,
I think about you every day,
The more I miss you,
The more I want to forget you,
But I can't forget you,
Because I'm addicted to you,
I lost myself.
How many times have you appeared in my dreams,
How many times have I called you alone,
How many times have I wanted to say I love you?
Fantasize about watching the morning light with you,
Watch the sunset glow together,
Go on a long trip together,
Go to listen to the sea together.
I want to give you a poetic romance,
I want to care for you with the warmth of my loved ones.
What I have,
A sincere heart,
The real me,
A sincere feeling,
Deep love,
With these,
I'd like to give it to you.
I only hope that your casual eyes can stay in my affectionate eyes.
acquaintance
Meet, know, know,
A beautiful process.
Parting is the end of the story.
A brief reunion,
But just, meet again after a long separation.
You're still here, I'm still here,
We are far away,
Disappear at the end of the sky.
Inclined figure,
Familiar and unfamiliar,
Never intersect,
Forgotten and buried,
Dark corner.
I only have pale words,
Remember the loveliest you.
Buen Wan Wan
Black Jane Su, white exaggeration.
Waiting for the world for a thousand years, but a bead.
Golden light method, clear wooden fish at night.
The fifth watchman, with a pure heart, does not smell drum music, does not sing songs, and enjoys pure happiness alone.
A bowl of water, a touch of peace.
The bright moon in the robe is as white as light, as quiet as silk and as hair as jade.
3,000 piano pieces slipped by and fell to the ground.
The storm is gloomy. I am very disappointed.
People, such as Hong, are constantly overloaded.
Overloaded bells and grandiose pavilions are covered with camphor trees, green banyan trees, water pines, bodhi trees and towering old trees, covering the sky and chasing crimson flowers.
Memories of past lives.
Clinging to such a life is suffocating, both happy and sad.
A Zen, a long-sleeved seat and a cloak.
All saints regret it.
Difficult to do, difficult to do. Marcus Annaeus Lucanus.
Young people lost their father, took firewood as their mother, and stumbled in the dust of the country with soap socks and sandals.
When Dharma carries a reed across the river, it makes you feel like a reed.
The prophecy of 705 has come true.
The monks in Tianzhu walked on the south mountain and scooped up a ladle of clear water to drink. It was sweet but not astringent, surrounded by green forests and mountains. Predict "I'm going to one seven zero"
In 2008, there were huge treasures here.
Hui Neng sat on the throne, surrounded by Zhu, winding in Caoxi. Become the "sixth ancestor". Sow five leaves to the world and three flowers to the plants.
All saints rest in peace and know the secrets of the world, just for Mo Yan's silence.
Or five watches, clear water tofu, porridge to cook.
Wanli was shocked in this life, the song ended with a drumstick, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and the listener's dream was broken.
A white blade in the throat, don't die. Knives are wonderful, so you can't cut time.
Traveling alone. Yu Changshan, September 24th. Affectionate wind Wan Li roll tide.
White days.
The empty silence of the night
White simple crying
Lonely night
The first one to die.
White day; auspicious/propitious day
If we just pass by,
Not branded in my heart.
Love has no sorrow.
Leave with sadness
Even the beauty of this day
Will be with you
But where does the heart belong?
I cried without saying anything.
Solemn footsteps
Can't find a way out
Afraid of your smiling face
Timid, you speak out of turn, perfunctory
But the colorful past
But it makes it hard for me to say goodbye.
Disappear like the wind
Skim my hairline.
Love has become a break.
The pain disappeared.
Enjoy the bleak moon alone
With a numb' heart'
Endure unworthy love
If that white rose
Has quietly withered.
It symbolizes pure aestheticism.
It will break, too.
Ah, a late choice
The wound is deeper.
The error of interweaving time and heart
Cumulative condensation
How to give up?
Still breathing the cold air
Abandon the last memory again.
Forget the unbearable ending
Ah, the palm of your hand withered.
Branches and leaves of white roses
On a white day and night.
Bloom infinitely deformed.
White reality, green dream
What kind of blood is this?
There are two different colors flowing.
Life is as quiet as a trickle.
Reflect the green shadow of the trees
And floating clouds in my heart
The running water of life will not dry up.
Moistening the lush trees on the shore
Running water is as clear as a mirror.
Yun Yun Meilin Bookstore
Two fresh colors collide.
Meet the boulder in the water
Leaves falling on the water are tears of failure.
The splash is Boulder's triumphant laughter.
Si Tong is a realistic and cruel judge.
It wraps my soul and body in white clothes.
My warm lips kiss the green dream.
Bury them in the depths of their dreams with tears.
Face up to this angular and cold judge
A cloud fell into the water.
Since then, my heart has softened.
Care for a broken heart with gentle hands.
Learn from the kindest cloud
Release full of love
Although you can't wear a military uniform, you can wear a horizontal knife immediately.
And a white soldier.
Fight bravely and defend your life.
White reality
Green dream
In my blood.
Singing the glory of life
The long road of life
Be sure to write
Music embodying the value of life