Time is soft, blooming in your hands, and only by listening quietly can you hear it.

The stars are bright.

Too ostentatious

Put away your edge

Hide the lamp?

Make a petite appearance?

Three fires

Write poetry/white wood

1. Summer

at that time

In summer, I want to lie dormant in a dark room.

Milan, geranium and succulents are placed on the windowsill in turn.

Look at the sky and the tall buildings in the distance quietly.

Enjoy a lonely summer.

Homemade freshly squeezed iced pear juice

Do you want a drink?

Step 2 be lonely

I think in the past 20 years

It's unforgettable.

Except those who are alive.

Then I can't see my friends.

Cherry that shines in every season is red.

Bauhinia flowers are wrapped around branches every season.

Lonely appreciation

Everything good or dark.

This is the truth of being alive.

Step 3 be lonely

Loneliness in summer

Always with wet stories.

More cool breeze will be accompanied by silence.

The color of the night

Rendering, noise, time in your hands soft bloom.

Only you listen quietly.

Hear it.

4. "To youth, to best friends"

Remember that time?

We study together, dream together and fantasize about everything in the future.

Always full of longing and fresh yearning,

At that time, I was young and full of courage

Now the plums are withered and the mulberry trees are old.

Less than the passage of time, but it is on both sides of the world.

I haven't seen you for years. May you be the same as I remember.

Still like the lotus in the morning, fresh and pure white.

Born lonely

We were born alone.

Come alone

Walk alone

The flow of eyes

The quiver of the mind

Can't live without the day when it disappears.

We are all forgers.

Eager for truth

But this is far from the truth.

Write poetry with delusion

Fill in the words with wishes

We will do it step by step.

Get lost gradually

at present

follow me

but I

Intimate heart

Experience the vividness of a day.

Into the same real world

street lamp

Lonely street lamp

Bloom in the street

It's getting cloudy

Instantly light up the glory

night sky

Very quiet

not say/utter a word

Stars look like eyes.

Twinkle and twinkle.

Everything is too fast in its eyes.

move

Still moving

Except street lamps.

Except for its own serialization.

Is changing.

Change too fast

Forgotten by the world at dawn

Put out the fire during the day

With dandelions in my sleep

Sleeping person

Finally opened my eyes.

The world didn't see clearly

It's been raining.

A word that touches the soul

1. "The bald head is as good as new, and so is the cover." Some people have known each other all their lives, but they still don't know anything about it. Some people even drift away and have no books. However, just the moment they met, soul and soul were caught off guard.

Even if you are a very good and kind person, you should have an attitude and an accent. You can never use them, but you must make them complete. In this way, in a complementary way, it always presents the world with two States, namely, decent elegance and appropriate sharpness. -Manufacturing

I saw an angel in a marble, and I kept carving until I let her out. Michelangelo

Accustomed to loneliness, when someone starts to approach, rejection always becomes so natural. Finally, I found that lonely people are not only afraid of loneliness, but also afraid of failure.

Any excitement is a kind of consumption for people, and people will feel tired and empty after excitement. Any peace is a kind of nourishment for people, and something can grow in it more or less. -Mid-levels anthology

6. True happiness is neither ecstasy nor pain. In my subjective view, it is a long flowing water with no waves in the blue sea. Be an ordinary person among all living beings and enjoy the happiness of life for a while, even if you don't die, you will be in heaven.

I want a single spark to start a prairie fire, I want the Yellow River to split into streams, I want the whole life to be a case, and I want-you.

Acacia for you, writing poems for you, acacia poems, the most beautiful love words in the world.

In early summer, someone will embrace all your loneliness and come to your sweet dream.

How long has it been since you read a good poem quietly?

I opened a small window, and June was already swaying in it. We looked at the overlapping figures of the years together.

Homesickness is never easily promised, one by one, I wonder if it hurts your heart?