1, I dare not say your name. If someone asks me the reason for my anxiety, it is said that it is nostalgia for the distant sea and depression for lonely autumn.
2. The sunset clouds are scattered, and the sunset is golden; My slender shadow is floating on the ground, and a lonely ghost is at the bottom of an ancient tree in the mountains.
If I die here, my friends, don't be sad, I will live in your hearts forever. ... when you come back, dig out his injured limbs from the soil and hold his soul high with your triumphant cheers.
The fence gate is the home of spiders, the earth wall is the home of Ficus pumila, and the leafy fruit trees are the home of birds. Wanderers don't even have homesickness. He floats between whales and sea pythons, making the lonely flowers at home bloom and wither.
You lingered in front of my window, unable to find the fragrance of the past, and you cried sadly at the flowers.
If the spring of life comes again and all the old frozen ice is thawed, then I will see a bright smile again and hear a clear call.
7. I sat listening to the wind at night and slept listening to the rain at night, realizing how lacking the moon is and how old the sky is.
8. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation.
9. I groped for this vast land with my broken palm. This corner has been reduced to ashes, and that corner is just blood and mud.
10, the stars come and go, the universe runs, the spring and autumn order, people live and die, the sun is boundless, the space is infinite, and we are just little summer frogs.
1 1. After six hours of lonely journey, I put a bunch of camellia beside your head, and I waited. In the long night, you lie down and listen to Haitao's gossip.
12, the road to life is all ignorant, it is best not to ask for advice. Look at the sky, stars, moon and sun. Look at the mountains, the water, the clouds, the wind, the difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter, the stupidity of the world and the noise of the world. Watching and enjoying silently.
13, dead branches lament in the cold wind, and dead leaves wither on the avenue; Sparrows are singing the song of dew, half hurting themselves and half feeling themselves.
14. Poetry comes from reality through imagination, not only from reality, but also from imagination.
15, you are Ye Er and I am Breeze. I once loved you on branches and streets. Come on, you blow your breeze and I'll give you my life back.
16, it is said that it is the sadness of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is acacia in the distant sea. If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name. I dare not say your name. If someone asks me what's on my mind, they all say it's acacia in the distant sea and the clear sorrow in lonely autumn.
17, I am running from the sky to the sea and from the sea to the river in the sky. I am the blood in every artery, vein and capillary of you. Yes, I am your eyelashes. I am you, so I am me.
18. After six hours of lonely journey, I put a bunch of camellia on your head, and I waited. In the long night, you lie down and listen to Haitao's gossip.
19, the rhythm of poetry lies not in the cadence of words, but in the cadence of poetic emotion, that is, the degree of poetic sentiment.