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Chinese poets circle master: a poem and a text 814 members to enter the circleI heard that you need to love you to go over the three mountains Swimming five rivers Across the swampy meadows Crossing the deserted abyss I heard that you need to love you to experience sentimentality and despair, and I am on the road
In fact, you should turn over three mountains Swimming five rivers Across the swampy meadow
The Hate of Green Haste
The bronze mirror is cynical about the young, and the falling son reads the white clothes. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
But there is no wind to wrinkle the waves, no traces of water, the green silk passenger. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Early in the morning with the mist of the street, like just after the rain as fresh, in the street of the sound of the hawkers and sellers, grandma's hands of doughnuts and grandpa at home to boil their own milk tea; sunlight just fell on the wall of the afternoon, cycling ice-cream seller uncle, that is the earliest flavor of Yili ice-cream; the sound of the robin accompanied by hot sunshine in the summer, the air is the smell of sweating leaves; the memories of those who have grown up with the The dream of the little strong man is the Oscars Cicadas in the trees/rotating fan/breeze blowing up the skirt/loosely pulled hair/warm flowers in the air/cool watermelon/jerking off at the beginning of the lights You say this line has a very summery feel to it. --gloria
Fall is getting deeper and the days are getting cooler. Dear you, must remember to add clothes, take care of yourself. I unintentionally saw some sentences, and I was overwhelmed to miss, the feeling of summer. What are the keywords of summer in your memory?
"I love summer"
I love summer.
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I love the evening breezes and sunsets of summer,
The skies are often sad, except for
certain evenings in summer when the days are golden.
From a distance, the streets of the city look
like a vast wheat field.
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I love the summer cicadas,
and what lengthens the afternoon indefinitely
is the seventeen years of waiting in the dark among the trees,
without seeing the light of day. Burning
into the shade of the trees, couples ears
ringing all night cicadas.
I love the fruits and drinks of summer,
they all have a shelf life, not to be seen
An autumn rain. As cool as a summer night.
Summer is good for love, and all you can see in your eyes
is love, like the red color in a watermelon.
Or ice cream sweet, only
eat the person, not tired of
repeatedly back to the year they were five years old.
Experience, the feeling of the first encounter.
I love the reflection of the summer sun through the trees,
tumbling through the dirt. Every trip two people take in the summer
feels like a grand adventure. Hands
clasped together, but not minding the rising temperature.
I don't know if it's because of the season,
or the person next to me.
I love the starry sky on summer nights,
and people love to go out and cool off and hang out.
Summer nights are the most relaxing,
compared to the other three seasons. Rocking chairs,
fans, and even the sound of square dancing.
Everyone's shadows come together,
making up a summer night.
I love the summer beach.
At noon, the sun
turns the waves to gold.
Like the foam on a beer,
and the colors of those
dreams brewing below.
Or some nights when
people walk the beach.
Suddenly,
you realize you've gone back in time.
The waves are still carrying
the lost stars of the night.
And the face you can't remember
is still on your right.
I love summer people,
Hot, like the sun.
But also gentle, like the evening breeze.
We blew through the summer winds together,
perhaps still separated in life.
But as long as we return to those different
but very similar summer.
The moment the breeze hit the side of my face,
I knew it was you.
It turns out that you are the Milky Way star, illuminating the ripples in the river of my life. -- "Farewell My Concubine"
May you remember your preciousness when you are struck Resisting malice May you firmly believe in your preciousness when you are perplexed Loving what you love Doing what you do Listening to your heart No questions asked -- "No Questions Asked"
May the world change for the better. Not because of the savior, but because of the light chasers. -- "I Am Not the God of Medicine"
May you be a simple, clear, warm and powerful person who strives to shine like a star.
Fire
Fire, fire, fire.
Fire streaks upward, smoke upward
Nothing can be grasped by those on land.
Fire meets fire, comes together,
burns up the last winter. All that was left were ashes,
and a few memories that drifted through the air.
People's faces are blurred, and you can't see their joys and sorrows,
so the years pass by.
A ball of fire is a person.
But this fire is continuous,
as if in the background, the gray uncertainty
undulating mountains overlap.
The firelight floated upward in the air,
and the night was orange, and pink,
but not dark blue.
But on a night like this,
it's extraordinarily heartbreaking.
Who breaks your heart? Fire.
Was it the snow that buried everything?
It snowed for three months,
until people couldn't notice it anymore.
Only some were aware:
because the snowflakes were their family.
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And your broken heart
is the broken heart of a hundred thousand people
and the broken heart of a whole city.
How can I quench your sorrow?
Fire. There is nothing we can do about heartbreak,
and the same goes for memory. It can tear everything down,
but it has never been so weak.
May you even if you have loved and made mistakes, you will still be in the days to come with your head held high, and walk forward fearlessly
Love is like clouds, like clouds stretching, like clouds, like light, like you light
A cup of cold dew wine, sit and watch the geese fly into the yellow leaves into the color of autumn, the day is getting cold, please remember to add clothes
The lamp has a temperature, gathered together a lot of stories, a cup of tea in the sadness and joy of the reunion of the one scene, a scene, a scene, a scene, a scene, a scene. A scene
The first person you want to spend the rest of your life with must be you
The first person you want to spend the rest of your life with must be you