I like to watch the pedestrians on the road.
The pedestrians on the road are moving, and so am I watching them.
We just rubbed shoulders and glanced at each other, and we were just passing through each other's lives in a flash like a shooting star.
However, in this life, the glimpses of the rush, are not known to have been a few times a few robberies and the repair of the edge.
Margin, like a dream, like a dream of the stars, like a dream of the faces.
The stars in the dream are sometimes bright, sometimes dull.
The faces in the dream, like the wind and sand like scattered, and then re-collected, vague and fuzzy.
What is fate?
The reason for this is that it is not a simple matter of coincidence.
What is a dream?
The dream is not as simple as a dream.
In my mind, the edge is the dream, the dream is the edge.
My dream, the dream of the stars, the dream of the face.
My edge, like a painting, and like a poem.
It's them.
Looking back, eyes, sadness.
Once they were, past them, and now, they have been scattered silently.
Even if we can still meet, we can only say nothing to each other.
Only melancholy, relative melancholy.
The stars in these dreams are bright and dim.
The faces in these dreams, like the wind and sand fly far away, fly scattered ...... vaguely and fuzzy ......
Memory ...... tracing the past ......
The only thing I can do now is to cherish.
Cherish the love now.
Cherish the dream now.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I think I'm going to be able to do it.
Cherish everything now.
Cherish ...... the dream ...... the destiny ......
Look back again ......
Dream Poetry Prose 2Butterflies are fluttering
That's the dream we used to have
Once on the Heavenly Mountain
You composed the notes of love for me
In the spring of love
We kept each other for a lifetime
Every time we parted in the bamboo forest
You were always with tears in your eyes
Read your Tears
means I understand your heart
I understand your heart
That's why spring comes every year
while flying with you in the flowers
searching for our sweetness
the dream of butterflies flying in pairs
flowing in the river of history
into our hearts
regulating the bow of the heart
and the bow of the mind
to the point that we can't see each other. Regulating the bow of the heart
Flying to the eternal world
A world full of love
A world of happiness and fulfillment
Dream Poetry Prose 3(a)
The moonlight ruffles the bleakness of the autumn
The stars embellish the sorrow of the night
Between the opening and closing of the eyes
Crossing the barrier of the reality and the illusion
The dream of butterfly's double flight is flowing in the river of ancient history
Flowing into our hearts. The barrier between reality and illusion.
(2)
Sitting quietly in the quiet courtyard,
tasting a wisp of tea,
caressing a piece of zither,
watching the moonlight gently flowing,
the heart quietly lit.
Getting up, pacing slowly,
A sigh becomes a hum,
gradually forgetting the figure.
(3)
A flat boat,
A pot of wine,
Watching the mist rise,
Standing on the bow, looking up,
The light humidity caresses the face,
Just like your gentle hand.
(4)
Build a thatched hut,
Stick a bamboo fence,
Expand half an acre of barren land,
and return to it in the morning and in the evening.
The zither is empty, the books sound loud,
Sit still and count the yellow chrysanthemums slowly.
(5)
The west wind is blowing, the autumn leaves are drunk,
the long way to the end of the haggard;
the cloud is long, the intention is quiet,
the blossoming of the flowers and the shedding of the sadness.
I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't know what to say, but I don't know what to say.
(6)
The moon is full and missing,
I look up and see,
I want to look for the darkness of the wreckage,
but she used half a piece of light to light up my heart.
People live in dreams,
Let the unreal become real.
Dream Poetry Prose 4
Three years of wind and rain **** branches, a pool of dusk labor Yan fly
Folding willow to say goodbye outside the Pavilion, the June drizzle tears of the departed.
The lotus is in full bloom on the lakeside, and the beauty of the West Lake is a distant memory.
The broken bridge and the embankment of Su Causeway reflect the sun's red color, and the lake is full of lotus flowers.
The water is full of white clouds, the fishing boat sings in the evening across the water of love.
The love song is like fish water, male and female pairs of butterflies fly.
The eyes of the youngest are so enchanted that it is a shame to be drunk and lose your mind.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
It's all water under the bridge, and it's all over the place.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes.
The deep yard locks the autumn maple on fire, oblique sunshine green clouds and geese return to the south.
When will the love, hate and sadness end? There is no water of forgetfulness in the past and present.
The Chang'e cold palace thinking of Hou Yi, the ancient bright moon shines on the present.
The years are wasted, the water flows eastward, and the youth is not waiting to be reincarnated.
It is hard to look back at yesterday's events, waking up things are people are not.
Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems
are unattainable
often appear in the most unexpected moments
I like that kind of dream
in the dream everything can start over
everything can be explained slowly
the heart can even feel all the wasted time
the heart can even be felt.
I even feel the joy and gratitude of having all that wasted time back in my heart
My heart is full of happiness
Because you're right here in front of me
You're smiling at me just like you did then
I love dreams like that
I feel like you've already traveled thousands of miles for me
But I feel that the grass is fresh and the trees are full of color
Like you and I have just begun to grow.
It seems as if you and I have just met
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Dream Poetry Essay 6It's raining again
Looking out at the black rainy season
I feel like running away
So that I can stop myself from remembering
I try to hold my tiny umbrella
and disappear in a flash.
So that I don't let the rain soak my heart
So that I don't let it drip in my eyes
But no matter how I try to avoid it
The wind takes me into the rain of the night
Letting me hurt my heart again
I always thought that the wind was like the wind
It doesn't matter what it does to me
Go and enjoy the feeling of flying free. I've been enjoying the feeling of flying free
It's beautiful to be alone
But the burden on my heart is getting heavier and heavier
It's getting farther and farther away from the light of spring
The sea
Reminds me of you again
I dreamed of embracing you by the sea
The late afternoon sun shone on your warm face
The sea breeze gently surrounded our bodies
The sea breeze gently surrounds us
Like seagulls soaring in the sky and the earth
All the sorrows are buried in the waves
Standing on the soft sandy beach, our eyes gaze at each other
Feeling each other's joy with our hearts
Your smile is y imprinted in our hearts
Your long and flowing hair is as charming as the sea
Your eyes are so charming as the sea.
Your long flowing hair is like the sea
So charming
As beautiful as an angel
I wish the dream at this moment is real
I wish one day we can meet in this space that belongs to us
The beach of love will always be open for you
Dreams Poetry Prose 7The life of the floating dream is a world of prosperity.
Dreaming of the water ripples in the flower pool, floating light crystal embellished stars, half of the night cool water empty a dream, the night sleepless end a thought.
The sound of the window, the sound of a lone voice, who has caused? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The night is hard to rest starry, the wind rises flowers with light color, no name flowers alone to stay. The light of the floating light is bright moonlight, and the empty song is sung with a smile of the king's mercy.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the list, and how to get to the bottom.
Life is a thousand splendor, a world of prosperity.
The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and the years are passing by.
The youthful prosperity, the years to flow, wandering in the golden dream butterfly.
The snow is flying in the twilight of the messy red dust, only to see, smoke and willow red lips light red face, bloom three life red face smile, fireworks diffuse remember the dust.
Snow fall cold plum now red dust, only to hear, Jiang Liu sideburns hair willow skirt, dancing three life glazed eyes, just look at the red dust things.
Life is like a lifetime of sorrow, only chanting, pouring a cup to stay in the cup, the night talk about the cold wind flakes, no one to listen to the words of the king.
Ripple ripples dream long, only sad, past events in the ancient cycle, the years Qian Qian dream Zhao Zhao, no dream will be a long time to say goodbye.
Life is like a dream, a river of separation.
Youthful butterfly dream, remember the past. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.
A dream without words, the illusion of reality. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in my life.
I feel sorry for the red face, I feel sorry for the blue face. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are doing it.
Butterfly-like floating dream, flying across the Yellow River. The sound of rolling waves, the momentum of the flood.
The smoke and dust are dispersed, and the paper and gold are intoxicated. The red dust is scattered, and the red face is dead.
It is hard to guess the life and death, only dreaming of a goodbye.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a state of shock.
Bitterness is like tea, life and death.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
A few times in life, it is difficult to guess, and the shore is drowning in the bridge of Naiho. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The wind and Xiao dance flowers full of sound, the other side of the waves weeping flute. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Drowning in the waves of the Bridge of Naho, the red face looked back across the reincarnation, the red face sighed a goodbye.
The flowers on the other side of the river blossom and fall, blue face chanting xiao tears in the flow, blue face only a word of sunset.
Brimming with clear sky, cut down a little drop of sunshine, dotted in the heart of life.
The fireworks are swaying, scattering the firelight of the red heart points, shining in the long river of life.
The scene of the old things year by year, for you to pour out the years, are in no way.
The season of the cold wind, for you to hush and warm, are not gone.
The year of the smoke fall after the sunshine, for you to pay sincere, are true words to treat.
Just, life and death is hard to guess.
If the grass is energized by you
Then the breeze is soft because of you
You dance
The wind accompanies you
The flowers dance for you
The grass stretches its neck to watch
The clouds stay for you
I'm the grass that watches you with a stunned look
Every move you make, every smile you give
I'm the one who watches you with a stunned look
Your every move, every smile you give
You are the only one that can see me. Every move you make, every smile you make
Are treasures in my heart
I want to call out loud, hoping you'll notice me
At the same time I'm trembling, I'm afraid
Afraid of your indifference, or your relentless smile
I'm so helpless
What should I do
What should I do
How can I let you know that I'm not there? How can I let you know where my heart belongs
If love is a sin
With you, I'd rather be dead
The clouds in the sky of love are floating
Strong breathing is the heartbeat of my misery
I was a heartless grass
You made my heart beat with love
I long for the day that you can know
Longing for your warm hands, longing for your true smile
Unfortunately, all this beauty is just a dream in my hope
Love's heart song is still silently ringing in the lonely heart
Dream Poetry Prose 9With a bamboo pen, I write down a wish,
Not seeking to be able to fulfill it but seeking to live it to the fullest.
There is a pursuit, a goal, a hope,
Yesterday's tomorrow is a new beginning.
Forget about the past, completely and utterly;
Tell a piece of mind, without worry.
The weather will be clear on the next day.
When will the flowers bloom?
It is always worth exploring.
As I said in that year, that month and that day,
No flowers all the way,
No fragrance of the tree;
Even if there are thorns,
Even if the rain falls,
Let the wind blow from the ear,
Let the frost cover your face.
The wind is the only thing that makes me feel good.
I still have to hold on and finish my dream.
The author of the anthology I have my future
A song floated downstairs
Dreams Poetry Prose 10A night of stormy weather, long after the time of work, but still stay in bed late reluctant to get dressed to get up! Pull up the curtain, push open the window, the window is still falling rain, and again back to the quilt. I don't know who the music played leisurely, hostage to the first cold wind and cold rain drifted into my window, my heart can't help but thump, as if the dark sky crossed a dazzling light, I can't help but get up and lie on the window, it is an old song sung by Tian Zhen, "Who stays for me": | I do not open my mouth, my dream in front, how long I also walk alone ... ...I lack happy happy when I only, keep walking ......|I don't know who is still nostalgic, so sentimental in such weather, sad melody mixed with the bleak wind and cold rain in the window flowed unchecked, echoing in every window... ...!
Cold wind, cold rain, sad song, poor weather, this still let people live not, all this can not help but evoke how much of the past thoughts and vivid and rich reverie!
When I was young, I had a tender heart, and I was intoxicated by love, and I was fascinated by life, and I was so confident, so self-conscious, and I used to cherish myself, and I cherished life, and I cherished life! However, the reality of life is always once and for all shattered your dream of one after another, frustration in the request for their own teeth, not yield to the mercy of fate, in the hope of drowning again and again in remorse, chagrin, can not be extricated! This all unconsciously cold hearted dreams and aspirations!
There was also once open arms, to meet the arrival of the sun, cloaked in rain and snow frost, long suspected that the star of the East, once so isolated in the dependence, alone, longing for the lights across the river, upright in the square, the park. The first time I saw the light, I saw the light in the field, the ground ......!
When I was young, an innocent and romantic story, to grow up after the adults, and now back to the eyes of the fondness, life can be left behind seems to be very little, like a child in front of the supermarket bought filled with hydrogen of the American sheep and wolves, inside the gas is not easy to realize that the loss of the little by little, but also seems to be a lot of a lot of yesterday's stars are still flashing, the mind is sure to leap on the level that can be looked up to. The level that can be looked up to, it is a commonplace can not have feelings, he resides in the depths of the years, the depths of the soul, need a person with a lifetime of time to chew, to reminisce, to feel!
As when they met and knew each other, there is no language, there is no former appointment, there is no calm as the water of suspicion, there is no rebirth of weeping tears, there is no shape and shadow of the sun and the moon, there is only a kind of thoughts, a kind of idea, a kind of imagination, a kind of lifelong search and no way to grasp the taste, but she is like the moonlight illuminating my heart, filling my body and mind, dominating the tone of my life, she makes me She makes me confident to meet the challenges and various trials and tribulations of life, and makes me feel that I am not alone in the long nights and waking up in the early hours of the morning.
Thank you to my friends, colleagues, family, and friends who cared about me! This is a gratitude that I can't even repay or decipher in my entire life. God's gift and care, the valley moved exudes beauty and sincerity, quietly support a soul is not willing to lag behind!