A touch of sunset burned the desolation of the whole world. The city of the end, drunk in the neon-lit night.
In June, a shower of rain fluttered, and the flowers slowly bloomed under the moisture of the rain. I didn't know that the memory of flowers is for the glory of summer? Never knew that June was a summer dream?
North drift, children who leave home, go to find their own space. They have gone through many spring, summer, autumn and winter, writing immortal title pages with loneliness and boredom, and writing future music with perseverance and faith. Last summer, the child's heart was wet by heavy rain. How many times, dreaming a person's dream, tears lingering, singing the sadness in my heart. How many times, a person living on the street. Look at passers-by and think about their mood. How many times, a person was drunk and fell asleep in the feeling of being drunk and dreaming. Hometown, stepping on the heart into mud, but flinching.
The whizzing past yesterday reminded me of my own thoughts. The curtain of dreams tells where the flames are fading away. How can an old face stand the ravages of time? People are thinner than flowers, weather-beaten and floating in the ends of the earth in the long summer.
It's raining and the willows are dancing. The green hills are lingering and the green waters are beautiful. Who is knocking in the blooming summer? Touch the heartstrings and light the flame of love. Who whimpers alone in the corner on a night when the moon is like wine? Who called her name in the dream, tears escaped the chill. Who knocks on the window of happiness and stops? I am eager to see it.
Confidante? Pink? Lost the world of mortals, frozen the human love. Worrying about summer, a lonely dream is buried in the end of the world, a lonely heart sinks into the sea of suffering, swaying and intoxicated, watching the past go with the wind, watching the residual flowers follow the water, and everything dies in silence.
This season, Miu Miu's light smoke is gentle, and his hair is stained with frost. Time has passed, stubble is the witness left by years, not wandering in the heart, not wandering on the flower base. Let the dream drift, the love in the world is nothing more than a dream, a painful dream, not worth looking for, not worth yearning for.
The shadow of the world is suffocating. If you want to change from a caterpillar to a butterfly, you can dance among the flowers, but that's impossible. You can only drag out an ignoble existence and float like the wind.
Tears are exhausted, and blood and tears are dripping in my heart. I want to write about this rolling world of mortals, but it is endless. No desire, only thoughts in my heart. Dust-laden attachment, let the lonely heart guard the empty room. Why didn't you get this life when you got married before? Flowers bloom and fall, how many cycles? The vigilant angel, looking back, has also become a cloud.
What kind of mood is it to listen to the sadness of the world? What kind of experience should it be? I miss you day and night. We can know that "beauty is easy to get, confidant is hard to find, and lover is dry." Who cherishes it? " The vast sea of people, the time that has passed, the unforgettable face, and the memory are constant thoughts. In the faint summer, flowers and rain are buried in dreams, and beauty is easy to get old. After several storms, things have changed, but the flowers of that summer are still in full bloom this summer. What I am doing is: "People who dislike me can't let go of yesterday, and people who disturb my heart are more worried about today." When the sun sets, the broken heart is cold, dull and painful. Who will soothe this broken heart? Couples in the street by the roadside snuggled up to each other, and a thin and lonely figure lingered in the crowd. The night is so uneasy, and the heart is so uneasy.
A little sad, stumbling, stumbling in the remote corner of the city with bright fireworks, and setting myself at the crossroads. A little crazy, but promised to betray lingering, let love thousands of miles away. The night is very cold, and only the breathing of the wind can be heard. Flowers are beautiful, so you can only sleep soundly in your dreams. His tears filled the sky and turned into stars. Who are you crying for?
Half a cigarette, suck up the bitterness of the world, a little bit of love, love and hate around the world of mortals. If the story can be changed and there is no lingering summer, then life will be easier. If fate can choose, the pain may not be so much. Even complaining can't change the fate of the world. God's ruined life, regardless of wind and rain, regardless of years, can only fly slowly and aimlessly like a bird with nowhere to live.
Finger flick, silence and breathing. Sigh that the desolation of life has turned into a wisp of smoke, sigh that the marriage of the world of mortals has ruined the sadness of fate, sigh that the fire of summer is burning with the attachment of the end, point to the world of mortals with a sword, pour wine on the plain, and laugh about the wind and rain. The past is gone, summer is lingering and the breeze is drunk.
Talented people are sentimental, old people are careless _ 2000 words of lyric prose for senior two students.
Fanchinai
Persistence will erase hope, loss will bring loneliness, and distant longing will tear your heart. Only poetry, as the lover of his life, accompanied him to the end.
He loved the sea all his life. Maybe it wasn't his intention to lie on the tracks and wait to die.
As a recognized genius, he is lonely, sad and miserable. He is even called a genius. In the era of contemporary new culture such as Xia, he is famous for his outstanding talents.
It seems that he has lived in the shadow of lovelorn all his life, and God has given him not only that full talent, but also a lifetime of pain. When I started reading his poems and began to feel his world from a poem "Spring Blossoms Facing the Sea", I found that his talent was integrated with his extreme sadness.
Haizi, known as one of the "Three Poets of Peking University", lived in a poor rural area, and books became his whole world at the beginning of his life. Perhaps, because he has a loving mother, he chose love over poetry and love. It was his talent that made him love, and it was also because his talent made him suffer all his life.
He strengthened the scars in Wanbo's memory with persistence, and Wanbo's teacher Haizi won Wanbo's heart with his outstanding talent. Perhaps, at that time, Wanbo was just a child. Perhaps, at that time, they really fell in love, so sincerely. Even though Wanbo left him, he still loved him. Their breakup may not be God's punishment. It is inevitable that people will experience lovelorn love before they can learn to grow up.
Did Wanbo's departure hurt lonely Haizi? Indeed, Haizi was injured, and he didn't believe that his first love, which he maintained wholeheartedly, would be destroyed. They said more than once that it will last forever; More than once, they said they would grow old together; What's more, they made a lifelong commitment? But what you want to lose will eventually be lost, even if you want to stay, you can't stay. His love is short-lived, full of romance and beauty, just like fireworks in full bloom. When Wanbo left, maybe Haizi was crying, and Wanbo probably knew it.
The appearance of stone powder is the moment when Haizi chooses poetry in front of love and poetry. Shifen may be the woman that Haizi loves him the most in his life, and also the woman that Haizi cherishes the least. Because of Shifen's accommodation, Haizi became more like a child, and it was precisely because his mother loved Haizi too much that Haizi did not learn to grow up. Indeed, Haizi never loved Shifen, but who can say that he loved Wan Bo deeply? In the end, Shi fen didn't have the courage to continue to love someone who loves poetry more.
Dance with poetry
Haizi's hair is messy. His hair is messy in almost every photo. He is a poet who doesn't pay attention to appearance, and his time seems to be spent on poetry creation. Poetry is all he has, and his lover lives alone. A person who loves poetry is lucky, but Haizi's love of poetry is unfortunate.
He is a born poet, but with his innate talent, he is on the verge of despair. Maybe he shouldn't have loved a mortal in the first place.
Most women in Haizi's life fell in love with his talent and romance. Haizi's life as a poet is intertwined with poetry.
White is Haizi's spiritual harbor. Haizi regards her as a sister and a beauty. The sensible Bai doesn't think Haizi is infatuated with his feelings. Haizi at that time was just a child psychologically. He is too scared when he is lonely. As the only reliance of Bai, it has also become the sustenance of his feelings. Bai undertakes not only Haizi's love, but also affection and friendship. Pepe at that time was more like a mother in her relationship with Haizi. Bai's love for Haizi is more sympathy than appreciation.
Haizi found Anne deeply in love with him. It was the most empty time of his feelings, and he began to lose his mind. Anne, who has become * * *, still loves Haizi. However, what about Haizi? Since Haizi secretly met her, it has been proved that Haizi doesn't love this girl named Annie.
Li Hua is Haizi's last emotional sustenance and the only modern China poet he worships. He regards this woman as his own god. He also began to fantasize about his love with God. At this time, he really lost his love and really got it.
He lost his love for women. Similarly, poetry became his true lover. He devoted himself to poetry. He has never loved anyone so much. He told all his love and hate to poetry and gave it to him.
When he is in love, he writes poems. When he was lovelorn, all the poems became the edge of his pain, and he was trapped in it. He wrote more and more poems, and then became deeper and deeper. In the end, he loves poetry more than himself.
If Haizi and poetry are singing a song, then this song is too painful; If Haizi and poetry are dancing a beautiful dance, then this dance is enough to dance deeply; If Haizi is drinking with poetry, then this cup of turbid wine is too easy to make people drunk.
Haizi is a person who doesn't understand love, but he got the purest love; Perhaps, he is a person who understands love, but he just doesn't understand the love between people. Haizi really loves poetry, but he loves poetry, not women. His favorite woman is his poem. In his view, poetry is worthy of his oath, and only poetry will always accompany him.
The paper on which the poems were recorded was innocent. It was burned with the poems, and the people who were finally burned were also taken away. Those poor voices, who is suffering for leaving? Is it a burning man, innocent paper, or his beloved memory?
Who is the woman Haizi loved?
I think that person is Lu Hua, because Haizi has never grown up. As a bamboo horse, Lu Hua may become the clearest shadow in Haizi's mind. Lu Hua is a woman he looks at from a distance, but he won't invade her pure woman with dirty thoughts, just as pure as his love of poetry.
Love is intoxicating wine, however, poetry is mellow wine.
I wrote a sad poem into my life, and I spent my whole life writing it again.
Love is a cup of poison without antidote, and everyone who drinks it will become a prisoner of love.
Affectionate seeds are blown into poems by the wind, and poems become painful memories.
Ruthless pen is lonely, burning too many scars will never hurt yourself.
Is enthusiastic Haizi lost in poetry, or lost in love, lost in poetry? Did he use death to realize his eternal love for poetry?