How unfeeling you are
You never want to come to my dreams
Laying down that noble reserve
I just want to tell you quietly:
I loved you so y
Even if I don't go, my son will never hear a word from me
I never want to know that you're not in love with me
I never wanted you to know that I'm not in love with me
I never wanted you to know that I am in love with you
I never wanted you to know that I'm in love with you.
The look on your face
The words that are still on the lips
The heartbreaking apologies
I never want you to know
In fact, I know all about it
I've always been looking forward to a fairytale romance
I'm not a princess, nor a servant girl
But I'm still trying to keep up with you
I'd like to follow you to the ends of the earth.
Whenever you say so
How reluctant I am
To have such a humble love
But there's nothing I can do about it
Maybe there's a plan in place
But I'm still struggling
If you don't leave me, I'll be with you in my life and in my death
This is the most straightforward message from my heart.
In the end, you waited for her, I waited for you
It's just an obsession
That lingers in my heart, hard to dissipate
Turned into a hot spring
But how can it withstand the flow of autumn and winter, spring and summer
And finally, it's only
Infinite frustration, endless desolation
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Beautiful legend,
It takes away the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain.
The beautiful legend,
Taking away the pain,
A good flower under the sky,
Nowhere to hide,
Why do you have to,
Picking up this one.
I am a butterfly flying to the boundless sky.
Butterfly love legend,
endless headless,
fluttering wings,
only left alone sad,
why must be,
left lonely.
Only the bitter figs will be tasted.
The beautiful legend,
Leaving behind the silence,
With the evening sun,
Scattered in the air,
Why wait,
Everything is empty,
I turned into a pink butterfly flying to the infinite sky.
Butterfly love legend,
fruitless,
Why silly,
Casual commitment,
Why must be,
Blame life.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see what's going on.
Butterfly love legend,
Beautiful promise,
Born from love,
Love and live,
Butterfly love flicker,
Turned into silence.
I must struggle.
Butterfly Love Legend,
Floating in the water,
Gazing silently,
Gazing at me.
Fluttering its wings towards the lights,
falling.
My ink, or some vegetarian, shallow, such as the wind, such as me, such as twilight, a drinking moon.
Foot, a dust, some struggle.
This season, just after the heat, I picked up a flavor of autumn cool, clear and light.
Fortunately, there is no winter cold.
The depths of the smoke, there is still a glance of my obsession with sinking.
My dream ah, still walking alone, footsteps, but very light.
Drunken dreams, it is good! I just want to keep a half-paper, quietly dreaming into a clean lotus, and water.
The wind in my ears, gently swept by, dragged my dream, flew away from the ground.
I did not blame, I am still accustomed to a pair of clear eyes, looking up at the wrong on the top of the clouds of thoughts.
The smile, some shallow.
Looking back, the shadow, pulled by the moonlight some long, I can not bear to turn back.
I put some of the old memories fell on the fingertips of the wind, ink, fell into the stream, into oblivion, slowly flowing.
Not to say memories, who did not covet the old days?
I would like to banish myself from the past.
My pen, it seems to be thin again, forgetting that it is still getting longer.
Can you give me a slight sigh, let me slow down, gently reminisce.
I'm not trying to be nostalgic, I'm not trying to be dreamy, I'm just trying to stretch my gaze.
Far away, how far? I don't know.
The heart is still flying, light, like a butterfly.
My linden flower, when is it, quietly opened to defeat?
Eyes, or can not help some disillusionment, lift the eyes, the wind, then rolled away the tears I held, or good.
Let the thoughts also with a wisp of shallow wind fly it, swaying into a five-pointed maple grace.
The wind, must be smiling at me, is not it, again in the invitation to fall?
I sat in the quiet of the night, just heard the call of the wind, autumn, then climbed into the heart along the ink-colored vine.
Is there still my infatuated gaze in the rhythms of autumn?
My love is so deep, from spring to summer, from summer to autumn.
You see, who says, I'm not a woman who loves the fall?
Light and shade, or still good, I and autumn again in the lookout.
Is it possible to allow me to be intoxicated in the poetic colors of autumn?
Such a night, it should let my burning eyes continue to climb it!
Under the silent roof, do you have a dream?
The white moonlight in your dreams, is it still cool?
Did you see the fall in your eyes again?
Your heart, is not it, again in the text and autumn entangled?
Is your thought deep and strong?
Look! A star, again in the twinkling, some misty.
Quiet and light, I seem, to hear myself murmur.
Listen: "I happen to meet with autumn".
I know, I'm coming, I'm sitting in the autumn, with silence, with joy ......
Modern Poetry for Love 4◎ Charming Heart Rings
The night is gradually intoxicated in neon rainbow
The heart is in fear, and the love trembles
The heart is in fear, and the love trembles
This lonely and lonely and alienated world is not the same as the one in which I live.
This lonely and isolated stranger
Love is still as fragrant as yesterday
Once infatuated, now infatuated
This never stagnant heart
The taste of longing exudes a bitter sweetness
Though the person is far away, the love is still flowing
Ding-dong with a charming heart sound
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Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Love is in the air
I always want to hold hands and dance
Drinking in the air
I was in the air
I was in the air
I was in the air
I was in the air
I always wanted to touch it
I didn't know if I could do that
I didn't know if I could do that
I didn't know if I could do that
I didn't know if I could do that
I didn't know if I could do that
And still go to the remote waiting?
The pain. The first thing you need to do is to let go of it!
People, already far away!
I, and the obsessive hope!
The first time I saw this, it was in my heart!
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about!
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night!
The only thing that remains is the sentiment!
◎ Deep Autumn
My heart, gloomy days
Cold rain, cold wind
Blow up the sadness, countless
Struggling with the heart, in the wandering
Depressed people, the thoughts are still there
Hooked up the fantasy, worry
Deep Autumn and again
In the darkness of the night
A few steps forward
Unconsciously releasing the love
A little light
In the dim memory
Lost alone
In the blink of an eye
A meteor flashes
Blink of an eye
Love is still there, but the people are far away
Only left with the love.
Only love is left to drift alone
In the youthful station
In the depths of memory
A bitter smile
Burying the crush
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Poetry, let us know each other,
Poetry, connecting us into a line;
The ocean of poetry,
is a beautiful world.
The ocean of poems,
is a beautiful world.
Your poems,
thrill people's heartstrings;
your sentiments,
are like an enchanting immortal sky.
Poetry love, eternal thoughts,
thoughts of life;
is two pure hearts,
flying in the beautiful blue sky.
Do you know?
Today, on the 7th day of the 7th month,
is the time when the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden,
meet each other.
What a sacred myth,
What a beautiful classical,
What an intoxicating poem,
What a strange marriage.
We met in the jungle of poetry,
We met in the world of poetry,
Two eternal hearts,
Crossing over the Milky Way's distance.
Thoughts are our dreams,
Beautiful 'dreams of our beautiful poetry love;
Beautiful poetry love,
Our first appointment in our past life and present body.
I love dreams,
because dreams are a magical world;
dreams with beautiful poems,
poems with your infinite thoughts between the lines.
I am fascinated by poetry,
because there is a world of dreams in poetry;
in the dream like poetry,
we can meet each other and see each other.
Magical dream,
Magical poetic love,
Read your poem,
and enjoy the noble intention.
I know,
Tanabata is a glorious time,
it is two people who love each other,
it is the source of eternal life for two infatuated hearts.
A beautiful poem is a fine wine,
I am intoxicated in the dream-like mountain of poetry,
as if there is a strange thread,
so that we do not feel the distance of the end of the world.
Modern Poetry for Love 6Your beautiful face
Swirls in my heart
Your leaping notes
Echo in my ears
Walking by the side of the road
You're like the breeze
Sleeping in a dream
You're like the cradle
When you're tired
You're like the coffee
When you're worried
You're like the coffee
When you're tired
When you're tired
You're like the coffee
When I'm worried
You're like a friend
When I'm discouraged
You're like springtime
I've tried to get rid of you before
But I'm like a man who's lost his mind
I'm like a walking corpse
I can't get rid of the attachment I have to you
Poetry
You're destined to be infused into My blood
My boiling blood
Your burning emotions
Make me sentimental
Detonate the volcano in my heart
Your clever words
Give me a sensitive heart
Your galloping imagination
Take me to a magical world
How can I let go of you? How could I let you go
In your world
I met Pushkin
Rabindranath Tagore
Li Bai
Du Fu
Qu Yuan
My soul was baptized by their baptisms
My pulse throbbed along with theirs
It was as if I was being seduced by ghosts
I was being seduced by ghosts. I feel my hair growing long
like a wild horse
galloping across the prairie
and like a fluttering bird
as if my soul is about to leave my body
and sometimes
I can't hold back my feelings
and write in storms.
I write in a storm of instantaneous passion
I shake with the pulse of my feelings
I don't need to be taught the art of poetry
I just write with my love of poetry
I write with holy feelings
like a devout believer
who worships at the holy place of Mecca
The poems that I write may be childish
or they may just be a childish poem.
Perhaps they are nothing more than solitude
And in the end they will turn to dust like me
But I
Will not lose my love because of this
I love poems
As I love my life
Poetry
Doomed to be in love for the rest of my life
I am doomed to love you for the rest of my life
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What should be left behind is not so perfect, but it should be.
What should be left behind, though not so perfect
What should be released, though so delicate
Sending away the floating clouds
The sky belongs to the world of stars
Holding a rose
Behind the glasses, there is a timid shyness
Thank you for being late
He saw her mouth move and her eyebrows twitch
I'll be early next time
He was happy, slightly shy.
He trembled with joy
He held twelve roses
How many times a year
Her eyes moved and tears floated
He was happy
I can pinch it
I can't pinch it
Ninety-nine roses and a kiss
He embraced the roses and took a selfie with her
You're just an elf
You can't get out of my hands.
You can't get away from me
Her eyebrows are flying and her eyes are fluttering
The wind is blowing in the breeze
You don't know how the wind and the flowers mingle
The car is dragging the flowers and holding a big bundle in his hand
Strength has a constant magic
It's just that I've got another project
Fortune and good fortune are things you have to earn
The heart has to be walked around. And a mind with two hands
To control her happiness
With a deep bow
She thanked her suitors for their kindness
She had a new tenant in her house
Who's so lucky
I'll take him out and give him a good beating
And throw him into the sky
He's muttering not far away.
She offered him the flower offered by the suitor
He was her rose
Modern Poetry on Love 8Who fell into the red dust
The three-thousand-year old threads
Sprinkled on the ground in the soft moonlight
Tangled sentiments
Formed into an incomplete poem
The ghostly strings of the zither
Like a curtain of cut rain, the strings of the zither are not cut.
Like a curtain of cut rain
It flutters in the river of forgetfulness
The red thread of the Moon Lord is held by a butterfly
One end is saved in the hand
One end floats in the clouds
* *
The passing of time
The blossoming flowers are all over the place
But even they are not enough to fill up the long scrolls
The empty pupils are filled with a hint of dust and smoke. The half-light of the paper smoked out a few lines of wet ink
Bitter eyes
Read a poignant myth
The broken teardrops
Can't stop dripping in love with the curtain of smoky rain
With a wet silk handkerchief in my hand
I fell asleep listening to a song about the Butterfly Springs
* *
How many nightmares have I dreamed? nightmares
How many shallow songs
I heard a conversation between a flower and a butterfly
The flower said, "I'll pick flowers and make wine for you under the moon and the flowers"
The butterfly said, "I'll make wine for you"
The flower said, "I'll embroider and weave feathers for you in the winds and snow"
The butterfly said, "I'll dance for you for the rest of my life"
The flower said, "You're the one I'm going to be in my life.
Butterfly said, "Butterfly fly with the flower, you are the harbor where I rested my feathers.
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The beanstalks are miserable and the beans are crying in the kettle
What is love? What is the root of love?
For the sake of power and vanity
Some people keep on hurting the ones that their own mothers hurt.
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The yellow soil of the sky is the birthplace of all the plots and conspiracies.
The eyes of the world are always open and half open and half closed and closed like a door.
How many loves and hates are born again in the faded world
I can't know and I don't want to know, because conspiracies are always crushed by the masculine conspiracies, and the ginger is always hotter than the ginger
A rose with thorns is like an enemy with a gun, and it can make you go soft when you don't realize it
The fire of the seventh month is made by the wind with the stratagem of Zhuge Zhoulang and the sea of the Eastern Wu is stained with blood.
Looking at the two sides of the green hills and green trees misty enchanting,
Willing to be just like this, we
We entwined together to old age.
You said, you will give me all the good you have in your life,
like your silly and sweet smile when you are capricious.
I look forward to holding you towards the red carpet and hugging you again,
I hope that this is how we
we swim to the end of the world.
You said you couldn't be happy all the way around me,
leaving me alone in the cold world.
Recalling the too many heartbeats we had,
I don't want to be like this, we separated too early, too early.
You said, you don't want to be bound in the warm swaddling clothes of my love,
Perhaps I am not the most frank dependence on you in this life.
Thinking about my life without your love shine,
Is it so, we
Our thousand years of love affair is over.
I said, my heart blocked what can not say,
blossom and fall happy you left me to escape.
I fantasize that I can see your face again one day,
I would rather be like this,
I wait for you to the end of the world!
I'd rather be like that.