Go back. Past through your palm.
At this time, Wan Ru is a lotus in front of your lamp.
In the field of thought, sing white.
Choose the breeze as your companion, peach blossom powder.
I can't go back in time, and I can't let the temperature of the stream
Flush my dreams. Open the heavy burden of life
I feel everything is so natural.
Living in the world of mortals, sometimes I feel lonely and cold at night.
A piece of fallen leaves is leisurely, in everyone's eyes.
A heart like a bud is fragile.
Sometimes, dancing with a ray of sunshine.
I think all the flowers in my heart are in bloom.
I miss those eyes, smiles and tears.
Always flying in my heart
The wind and rain that swept through those years, falling in
The river of my life, the drizzle that makes the breeze drift.
Wet the stretched wings. Every time you take off,
Just sink once. Never fly out.
Broad and far-reaching mood.
I am not intoxicated in full bloom, but I am.
Your dancing branches comb their feathers. There are always a few short songs.
Like the wind, open the window of my heart when I meditate.
Like a clear fog, I lost all the scenery.
My footsteps are very light, and I am always afraid of stepping on the dew on the broken flower tip.
Afraid of the tender heart of flowers, I can't help crying out in pain.
I have thought more than once that when the footsteps of moonlight
You can step on the breeze. Qinghe under thought
Let all the tide recede, I just need to jump.
Will make all the waves in the soul.
Everything comes and goes so calmly, no matter when.
Only dreams have the lightest feathers. It can put flowers under the bright moon.
Speak to the wind. At that time, everything was so calm.
If I polish the edges and corners of time, all languages
I feel so redundant. I kept this sentence in my heart.
Split in two, leaving half for the moonlight.
The other half goes with the wind, letting those who cross
The soul of the night. In my opinion.
Sprinkle water drops. Slow flow
Flexibility in all languages
I walked far enough and hurried.
I squeeze the water of flowers and time on the rocks.
I carve all the beauty of time and let every flower in my soul
In the breeze, I sat on the rock of time.
Listen to short songs in the breeze. Still in the mood?
I dare not expect too much, but when I calm down at this time.
Quietly combing your feathers, there is nothing.
Better than this time. I sit quietly outside time.
I can listen to your songs quietly, the flowers on the strings of moonlight.
Breeze Modern Poetry 2 is often moved by love, because there is such a pure attachment in my heart.
The spring breeze suddenly opened the peach blossom, faint pink, with a little reserved enchanting, just like the beauty of flowers!
Looking at the bright cherry blossoms on the green lawn, I fell into happiness. The eyes looking at flowers are so crystal clear and full of flowers!
The winding mountain roads in spring always fascinate me.
Flowers are around!
And beautiful petals!
The sisters of the holy mountain are also very beautiful. At the foot of the steps, step by step, winding in the mountains. Ancient trees all over the mountain,
Writing ancient poems, the trunk is thick, the branches and leaves are green, singing gently in the breeze, flowing into the heart comfortably and looking at the flowers.
My eyes, in the thin mist in the forest, are full of tenderness. ......
The mountain is so high, but the heart is always bright. High mountains and dangerous places, like flying between clouds! Holding hands with flowers, in the clear clouds of the cliff,
It seems to be with wonderland magpie bridge. Look at the clouds and flowers under your feet. You know, I really want to hold your gentle hand and spread my dear wings. It is elegant.
Between fairy mountains and auspicious clouds!
The Taoist temple on the top of the mountain shines in the sun, and the sacred prayer brings auspicious feeling, and the flowers are in full bloom!
The pine trees standing alone at the end of the cliff are flourishing and full of harmony. The breeze caressed the cheeks, and the aura of the fairy mountain bathed the whole body with the wind.
In the breeze, looking at the bright sunshine in front of the cliff, my heart is full of happiness! Nestled in the flowers, bathed in the wind on the cliff, the wind is cool.
The beauty of love makes the heart fly happily. That kind of lightness, you can listen to Bloom's voice gently. That kind of crystal clear, but
In order to watch the grass dance sleeves quietly.
Such brilliant sunshine and brilliant mountain flowers!
Spring floats gently in the sky, and the warm sunshine shines on our hugging hearts. Look at the fairy mountain shining in your hair, look.
Caress your charming eyes with a breeze and sigh that the beauty of the world is just around the corner!
Miss your heart, blowing a breeze; Kiss your heart, please come to the Buddha's Light; Love your heart and blow away the spring flowers!
Breeze Buddha flowers!
Breeze Modern Poetry 3 The weather in October is good and bad.
Maybe just like myself.
My goodness is abnormal, and my badness is condoned.
A feeling of uncertainty, a feeling of heaviness
So you can see everything in your body expression.
Eyelids carry the whole world, and that is my world.
Inferiority and selfishness.
When I feel that all this is coming, I can't say whether it is easy or profound.
At least when you end a relationship.
I still doubt whether this is true.
Because all your kindness to me, all your tolerance and connivance seem to be yesterday.
Actually, I should know that you are tired.
Washing clothes and cooking are done silently, and almost all the housework is arranged by you accurately.
I feel very happy when I am fresh.
You start to get impatient and think it's a mistake.
In the deep eyes, there is still a faint mark of our love for each other.
You won't let me go until the lights are turned off.
Even if I am willful.
You want everything to yourself.
Maybe I won't be so sad when I see the sun.
Fragments that bring me drowsiness.
Breeze Modern Poetry 4 Dragging a Tired Figure
Lie quietly in bed.
this evening
Insomnia again
Let the tide of missing
Submerged again
A wanderer who wanders far away
A damp atrium
The foreign Gobi is so big.
Why can't you fill it in?
The helplessness and pain of a wanderer
Even the thoughts of missing.
There is no place to run aground
Quiet night
Loneliness and melancholy are everywhere.
Twinkling stars in the night sky
mysterious
Give off a faint light
Can you light it?
Confusion in the wanderer's heart
Twist a breeze at night
Cut off the sight of crying
Put sadness and melancholy
Gently push away
open your heart
With a smile and indifference
Let the breeze
Wash and float everything.
The only thing I can't give up
To relatives in the distant motherland
That persistent yearning and attachment
in the heart
Always carry a bag full.
Full of longing and dreams.
Mother stood at the head of the village.
It will always be a ferry for distant travelers.
Keep praying and waiting.
children
No matter how sweet the water is in other places.
Don't forget to go home.
Snow white hair
It has been dyed red.
Sunset holds up half the sky.
beloved wife
At the familiar door
Quietly exhort
Go north to foreign countries in spring.
Swallows foraging
The peaches in my hometown are ripe.
The wheat in my hometown is about to be harvested.
The weather is getting colder.
Don't forget to go home.
home
Will always be the warmest harbor for you and me.
Innocent children
How about talking to yourself all the time?
Summer vacation is coming.
Dad who works hard from afar
When will you go home?
Come and take me to the country.
Grandma's house to play.
The mountains there.
The water there
Will always be my paradise.
Despite the monsoon abroad
Blowing hurts the wandering face.
Let the ruthless "sandstorm"
Ravaged the harvest of hope
but
Will never cause damage to homeless people.
To relatives at home.
That deep yearning
The kindest attachment.
20xx was written in Mongolia on the night of June 8th.
There is a dazzling lone star in the bright starry sky!
In the dark like a black stone, let you see the wind clear and the clouds light!
The mountain remains the same, and the sound of the waves remains the same!
But not yesterday's running water under the bridge!
That's all!
In a trance, I can't read.
Countless yellowed title pages!
Long laugh under the lamp,
On a warm night,
Revealed an ulterior secret to the cloud.
But it adds a little sweetness,
Everything around you will never be able to
Can no longer be pieced together with building blocks
Can't piece it together
Thick yellow title page.
Twelve o'clock, geometric time, can you come back?
Let nature take its course,
I am at the end of the Yangtze River, and you are at the end of the Yangtze River!
Have a drink with you,
Let this spirit pay tribute to the ignorance of the past;
Let this cup of liquor, a gift of a clear sky;
Let this cup of liquor follow me and float away proudly;
Let the smell of this strong liquor and wine pass through the intestines,
The journey of wandering, I have been looking for,
Looking for it,
A glass of wine,
An intoxicating breeze
But the love of one's life
Young you,
Never part a little.
Breeze Modern Poetry 6 Breeze,
Qing style,
The breeze is over spring,
If you want to vent your feelings,
Clouds and cranes fly in the air,
Want to be in the sky with love!
Ignoring love will leave a dark cloud,
Clouds stop at clouds,
Love hurts when you are infatuated,
Love hurts those who have it,
People in distress feel pain,
Love hurts,
There are various degrees,
What happened?
-Lonely Soul "Breeze"
The collection of the author's lonely soul
When young people are leaving me, what is there to remember?
It's drizzling and the breeze is still cold.
What keeps me thinking, what keeps me at a loss even in my memories, and what keeps me from seeing the future?
Are you too young, or are you getting old before you get old?
Once the loneliness faded, once the arrogance faded from the python in front.
Once lonely, it was faint, faint.
When the people around you are getting farther and farther away, the blurred eyes still see pairs of shadows, and then more ghosts begin to appear.
I am worried to hear that my relatives around me have started to talk about marriage for others.
When we started talking about marriage ourselves, I was scared.
When I suddenly found myself graduating one day, I was scared.
When I met passers-by, others began to call me aunt from my sister, and I suddenly felt so wronged.
Tired of school and study, thinking that the faster time passes, the sooner you can get out of the misery. Do you ever know that one day I really walked into the sea of suffering from a stream?
I don't want to admit that I am not a child anymore, but saying that I am a child will only make people laugh. Say that you are old, others will laugh at you for being too boring.
But one day, we are no longer young. What are we worth remembering?
On the eve of falling, it is sadness.
I hope there is a faint joy behind the sadness.