Dusting off the dust of the past, I'd rather use sighs
to hang on to the snow of a distant season.
The long road, those
dots and inches of vagueness
are all extra heart-born dreams.
We are
light, but a lifetime
thin, but a life.
The grass and the flying shadow, we are but one.
Between the eyes, a few threads of coldness and satisfaction
are all the blessings of the sea of people
a glimpse of the micro-warmth.
A thousand colors along the way.
When you meet
the eyes of the heart, touch
appropriate, stop
not seeking deeper, is the depth of love.
I would like to be the wind
lifting up your hair, and then
putting it down gently.
People who slip through the heat
If it is really accidentally forgotten
can also be at peace.
I'm an unintentional person
I've been in this world for a long time, and I'm below the dust.
Half of the life, I know the weight
Love, all the good are saved
Not necessarily only for this life.
The first thing you need to know is that all the roads are far away
We are all pious passersby.
Today, do not write about the spring flowers, autumn moon
Today, only write about the sunset
and the soul wandering in the high and cold place.
A fleur-de-lis swept by
I will eventually withdraw to a pool of autumn water.
This journey, sent from afar
Nothingness or fullness
I do not need more delusion.
I don't know how to write
to remember this moment
I don't know what kind of words
to record those words that can only be said with tears
The time that has gone by is no matter how much it is searched for
and the youthfulness of it all has passed by
I have no other choice but to use the time to
I don't want to commit myself
Because it's a lifelong commitment
I don't want to choose
Because it's a sad proposition
I'm dragging the dream of the moment
And letting it fade away
I don't know when I'll look back
How many times have the winds and flowers changed
When growing up, my footsteps come to a sudden halt
I'm not sure if I'll be able to find the right place for me.
At this moment, like a broken dream, my heart is like a sword
The moonlit night
What kind of voice should I use to soothe
A state of mind like yours
Like your haggard face
A clear sky like a wash
The will to look up is still there
The will to stay the same on a thousand hills
As light as running water
In no way is it possible for the world to be the same.
Invisible
We bear the pain of growing up
Maybe it's the burns of time
Maybe it's the years of wandering
That make us lose our way in the sea
But every time we get hurt
It makes us shed our disguise without realizing it
We learn to be strong
And face the frustration with courage
There is always something that we have to do.
There is always some reason
to indulge in this moment
just to usher in a new tomorrow
Lost in thought, the east has passed away
but still thankful that it's not too late
All the past
can be returned to the present
All the future
can be started from the present
How can we bear to feel at ease?
How can I bear to fall in peace of mind
Hurried figures in the morning and the evening
How can I bear to miss the stars
Walking forward in the darkness of the lights
How can I bear to forget the dawn
With me it has been very quiet
How can I bear to win memories
but lose the ending
When I look back
that The season of guarding outside the window
The flowers that blossomed on the bushes
Turns out
The ignorance hidden under the eaves of this season
Has quietly faded away with the passage of time
I don't know who walks on the road all alone
Full of the splendor of one's own
The exuberance of those.
A blossom without regrets
A dialogue without an ending
Always looking forward to a brighter future
How can we bear to linger here
Let's put up that faint hope
There is a faraway place when you have a dream
A faraway place in modern poems3
My faraway love
You're the pain that my wounds can't touch. The untouchable pain of my wounds
The scabbed scars have just healed
When I think of you
They are torn apart again
My faraway love
You are the cherry blossoms that dance into the winds
You passed away in the blue waves of the river
The dead are as dead as ever
The white-robed silhouette of a woman weeping in the river. Xu Zhimo's "Ayanara"
The flying bird that passed by
landed on the cliff and stared at me
I spread my arms and embraced the bird in the swirling winds
It comforted me with its colorful feathers
It promised to deliver my message to me at the end of the sea.
//
My faraway love
You are the most beautiful cherry blossom at the time of cherry blossom romance
You are unique
You make thousands of admirers pander to you under their skirts
You are the beauty that comes out of the moonlight after the snow falls
You attract countless talented people to you
Since the moment we met
We are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers
I know that you are the crystal clear water in the quiet blue pool
It is me, the stone, who stirred the ripples in your heart
You are calling to me from the wild chrysanthemums under the mountain slopes
You are smiling at me from the old road under the cherry tree
And I am not sure if I can find you in my heart, but I know that you are a beautiful woman.
And I'm like the sand that slips through your soft fingers in the desert
And I'm like a rootless cloud in the sky
That makes you think I'm a hypocrite
In fact, I'm more like a wandering spirit that you've emptied of its soul
Swimming beside you
That you can't find in your dreams
But you can't recognize me for who I really am
I I know I've broken your heart
And as I go slowly to your call
You left me
You choked and threw yourself into the arms of those who watched and took advantage of you
While I drank and sang to the moon on the broken stones of the old house in a foreign land
//
My beloved in a faraway land
If you were the most beautiful cloud in heaven
You would be the most beautiful cloud in heaven
If you were the most beautiful cloud in heaven
If you were the most beautiful cloud in heaven
If you were the most beautiful cloud in heaven
If you were the most beautiful cloud in heaven
If you were the most beautiful cloud in the sky
I would spend my whole life waiting for you
If you were to go away softly
Just as I came quietly
I would not regret your flash of light
//
If time could never be
I would not let you be sad under the cypress tree
I would not let you be sad under the cypress tree
I would not let you be sad by the lake. I'd never let you linger by the creek and lake
//
If time could never be
I'd pluck up all my courage
No longer caring for my earthly humility
I'd come boldly to you
And show you my sincerest love in your favorite meadow
//
I'd shed my heavy shell, too. I'll take off my heavy shell
And dance with you in the wind
At the time of the cherry blossom romance
//
My faraway love
If this is a dream
And you're just an image of a dream
I'll also die with the same disposition as Nalan Shide
- - Beetle Drift
The most beautiful thing I've ever seen is you. -Beetlejuice