2010 Prose Poetry Selection

1. If you are well, it will be a sunny day

If the night stops singing a cappella, leaving only a faint silhouette, will my melancholy disappear with the stillness of the night? peaceful.

If the memories stop spreading and only a shallow residual warmth is left, will my thoughts stop with the end of the memory.

--Inscription

It has been several years since we ended our story. I walked in a daze like this for a long time. I can’t remember clearly the scenery that appeared on the way, and I can’t see where the end of my wandering is.

I haven’t looked for traces of you for a long time, and all the past events seem to be no longer the same as before. The years have passed by in a hurry, and the last thread in my memory has been dyed white. From now on, I can only Become the bunch of wind chimes in front of your window, ringing the deepest echo in your memory.

Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be countless sorrows hidden. Just like the wonderful years, when recalled, there are countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind the smile, how many bitter tears are flying. In the chapters of memories, who has fixed whose tenderness to eternity, turning it into a trace in the heart that will never be annihilated.

In this way, I can only let a drop of warm tears and a line of cold words end my confused dream. This may be the story, this is probably the ending. The difference is that in the story, you are still wearing your beautiful clothes, but in the ending, I lost my way in the crowd of people coming and going.

I don’t know how long I have been lingering on the edge of this memory. I always thought that your smile has been blurred by me, but the faded handwriting on the yellowed rice paper has made your face incomparably... It was clearly carved in my mind, and I murmured the name a thousand times. In such a cold night, how should I walk through the overwhelming loneliness in my heart.

Perhaps, meeting and parting are destined to pass by each other. Just like our story, we failed to take the opposite road, so we became farther and farther apart. It's so far away that I can no longer find the direction of my return. There are only some messy footprints left, scattered on this road with no destination.

The passing time reflects the fragments of the past. Looking at the dawn in the horizon, a new day is coming again. The broken dreams make my mature face pale. What I hear in my ears is yesterday’s divorce. Song, what comes is the sigh of tomorrow.

I still remember that year, you danced with light steps, waded through the flowing water, and came to my side from afar. I still remember that that year, you accompanied me through unforgettable journeys with your laughter and laughter. Now, I am the only one left, embarking on a long journey, wandering together in the world.

The night was as deep as ever. Facing the words that recorded the past, my mood was complicated. I counted every bit of the past and said to myself with blurred eyes: It’s time to let go. Everything should have passed. If I love you, I should let you fly. If you become the wind, I will turn into a cloud. It is enough to guard you silently from behind forever.

Life is like this, wandering in pain and understanding after loss. It is precisely because of this that we can continue to grow and realize. Although the process is so bitter, as long as the other person can be happy, Sadness will also turn into a rainbow in the sky. Even a sad rainbow can make the story of two people freeze in that beautiful moment forever.

Fate comes together and fate breaks up, and you can’t escape the arrangement of fate. When fate comes, you dream, when fate goes away, your heart breaks...

If you are well, that is sunny.

(Yanran, I wish you the best. You must be happy and enjoy my share of happiness, so that you will be even happier. As for me...!)

< p> The last sentence: I love you forever!

2. A piece of paper breaks the liver and intestines, and the soul is in despair.

Snowflakes dye the world of mortals overnight, and jade is covered with white robes in the cold winter.

The north wind is howling thousands of miles away, and the cold window makes me feel hurt at night.

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Article/Jigu Fengyue

The wind and snow are swirling all over the sky, gently licking the tranquility of winter, penetrating the shadows of the branches of the grass and trees, and perching horizontally into the ground.

Thousands of flying catkins dye the world into snow-white, and the jade is covered with white. The white heart in winter covers the filth of the world, and the setting sun after the snow melts the overlapping of all kinds of scenes, beautiful and not beautiful. There is a kind of vitality floating in the room.

In the evening, as dusk fades and belatedly arrives, the lights of Hakkas put a layer of yellow on the originally white snow, and the beautiful feelings become a little gloomy. The eclipsed scene continued to maintain a trace of tranquility, and finally rested in my reluctance to let go.

The quietly flowing thoughts spread in the quiet countryside and became a little impetuous. But I don't know if it's for the unsustainable trace of peace or for the gradually disappearing trace of vitality.

The flying snow in the sky blurred my eyes, and there was a hint of despair in my hasty breathing. Is there maybe a glimmer of life in the dark world? I stared at the scene in the distance with longing eyes, for fear that I would be dead next It won't appear in my eyes again for a second.

I have no regrets and have spent a lifetime of confusion. The persistence of love transcends the shackles of life and death, and the flying snowflakes reappear the hesitation in the mind. I hate, or maybe I don’t hate, those fragments that poison the soul, ruin the outline of youth, and bury the vicissitudes of the heart.

The north wind is blowing outside the window, and the snow blowing off the branches buries the beauty I left behind in the world. The song is so broken that it makes you feel sad, causing all kinds of lovesickness. The desolate world is so deserted that only tobacco and alcohol are left for company.

The lingering fragrance of a beautiful smile annihilated all my sorrows. Can the smile raised at the corner of my mouth survive this long night safely?

On the way to dreamland, there are residual images of me passing by, and there are obvious traces of haste in the clog prints.

When the fireworks streak across the sky, leaving behind a beautiful past, we embrace each other and stand on the horizon like statues. I still remember your smile at that time, it is still deep in my mind, but I still want to ask for your smile to bring me to you.

I remember the yearning for my lovesickness last year. My sincerity made others drunk, my make-up was gone, and my beautiful face was fragrant in heaven.

3. Searching

The sound of the piano is far away, and what it sends is hope

It is the helplessness of looking for a close friend

Whispering under the moon , the jade pen gently lifts half a piece of red paper

What is sent is the love of love

The orioles dance in the peach stream, and a touch of thinness is reflected in the water

The fallen The crystal on the fragrant petals

The sorrow that goes away with the clear flow

What is taken away is not attachment

Listening to the wind blowing the falling flowers, the ray of sadness comes

Gradually

The fragrance of the heart rolls with ancient music, releasing the imprisoned love

And faintly

turns green Taolin, don't hide my love

I want to let my heart fly

But I am looking for the music in the future

And the smiling face dyed red by peach blossoms last year The girl

4. The peach blossoms remain the same, but the human face is completely changed

In the evening, I was alone and walked into Dongyue again with the footsteps of blasphemy.

Look, under the cold night, the flowers have already withered, the leaves are still falling, and there are only a few people like morning stars. It looks like a deserted land.

Listen to the sound of wood blowing in the cold wind, the sound of water flowing on the cliff, the beating of wooden fish in the temple, and the continuous sound of evening drums, just like the accompaniment of music.

Suddenly, the raindrops fell sparsely, the wind was fierce, the moon was hidden by the clouds, and the strangers on the road disappeared in a hurry. I was the only one, still strolling, enjoying the rain and thinking.

Stop at the edge of the familiar ancient well with the river and the pavilion. The moss on the edge is still green; the water flowing in the river is still clear; but looking at the pavilion pillars, when my beloved looked at the poem I carved for her, the words are still so clear...

Everything here is so depressing that you can't bear to leave. At this moment, ponder. I was thinking, thinking, and suddenly looking back, I remembered the fate we had formed in Dongyue, the tender love like water.

It was a season of brilliant colors, singing orioles, and flying swallows.

After noon that day, I was sitting alone on the bank of the river under the slanting sun. Ignoring the beauty, I rowed a small boat and wandered alone in the river. I stand up and wave to you, wanting your ship to dock.

You slowly approached me, and at that moment, the strings were plucked... I said: "Let us go together to feel the fireworks with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and cross me, okay? You clicked gently Nodding.

In the boat, I accidentally thought of a poem and recited: A hundred years of cultivation can make us cross the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can make us sleep on our pillows; you laugh it off, look back, and chant: The boat. Crossing the clear water, there was no trace of water; I looked up and saw a swallow plover, facing me: the bird flew in the sky without a trace

We parked here, in front of the flowers and under the moon, where we were still unfamiliar. We got off the boat and walked together. We walked quietly to the pavilion over there and sat down, chatting about some topics until the sun set and there was only a trace of afterglow left. When we wanted to leave, we agreed to meet again here tomorrow, and then we said goodbye and left. .

After the first meeting, I never expected that it would always be like this every day. Sometimes, no matter whether it was windy or raining, I would not let go of love until I met. In this way, we acquiesced until the beginning of summer, and we finally fell in love, and this became our old place for trysts.

As time passed, we became more and more in harmony. Occasionally I hold hands at the edge of the ancient well and sprinkle water on the moss, hoping to keep it green. Occasionally I wander to the river bank and enjoy the flowers adorning the river. I often play the zither for you in the pavilion while watching the bright moon play in the water. , you dance for me, sing a soft song together; lean on the swing, talk and laugh...

In the cold autumn, one day, in the pavilion, I still follow you As usual. I accidentally caught a glimpse of a thin needle on the ground, so I picked it up and engraved it on the pavilion pillar: "I will accompany you till the end of your life, and your lover will never betray you. Wei stele carved it as a testimony." Even the beauty refuses, "Sha" I hope there will be no end for us", you look at me affectionately.

But now, in this late winter, the peach blossoms are still there, but you are gone, gone forever. , left me alone, and made me so lonely.

It was late at night, but I still couldn’t bear to leave. I finally walked out of Dongyue in tears...

5. A city built with quicksand will collapse as soon as you turn around

The world is desolate, the quicksand is lost in tears, and the love of a lifetime is both true and false.

Searching in dreams. , shouting hoarsely, if there is an afterlife, he will still wait for her.

In that season, who lifted the tip of your hair and let you enter his heart.

In that season, it was. Who touched his lonely heartstrings and made him fall in love from now on, unable to let go.

The flowers are blooming, leaving only one plum tree standing in the cold winter.

The blooming and fading are only fragrant for one season.

The plum blossoms in the isolated late winter still carry the poignant and beautiful fragrance of the last season.

A once-in-a-lifetime sentimentality,

I can still remember the past.

Whose face is pale?

Winter plum blossoms are like snow? Broken, sighing at the softness of the snow.

Waiting for a season, but the soul flies with the wind. Whose ruthlessness disturbed his heart in that season?

Whose parting made his dreams frightened? Whose years have passed, the beautiful castle collapsed.

The full moon was blown away by the wind, and the black hair in my heart was blown away.

I only blame the drunken moon. The wrong line promises a fate in the mortal world.

The love is also broken, and the infatuation remains, but the smiling face gradually fades away, until the feet step on the edge of the cloud. I shed tears every now and then, counting the scars all over my body.

The years in the world of mortals are no longer the same as before.

I sing songs sadly, but I haven’t seen her yet.

The passing years have torn away the prosperity of the world.

In the wasted years, who else will accompany him to wander the world on foot?

The sky dotted with stars outlines the sky. That poignant painting.

Fall in love with sadness, watch the vastness of the world, and watch the longing for the last dust to fall.

The vows made before the end of time are like the love of a mandarin duck. After all, I can't bear the passing years.

Outside the window, the prosperity has come to an end, leaving behind the desolation and melancholy of the night.

How many times have I wandered in my midnight dreams, just waiting to touch your ageless face again.

How many times have I woke up crying in the middle of the night, just because in the dream, you turned around and disappeared, and your figure gradually walked away until it was blurred in front of my eyes.

A beautiful smile can captivate a country. The song ends and everyone disperses, no one can keep it forever.

The city built with quicksand collapsed suddenly the moment it turned around.

I only lament myself,

I can never let go of the past,

Too stupid, too stupid...

Our story is not a beautiful myth after all. . .

6. Your facial features are as old as before, and they flow into my heart

The caress of the warm sun, the slight trembling of the willow branches stirs up the heartstrings, and there is a bitter ripple in my heart. Silently, I miss those young and sweet fleeting years. Your tenderness has wiped out my attachment, leaving only deep loneliness and shallow sadness. Your features are still the same as before, and your outline has long been in my heart. Fixed in my mind. ------Inscription

If we could turn back time and understand each other, would I not be so lonely now, leaving only a shadow of the past?

If the memories stop spreading and the longing ends, will I not be so sad now, leaving only fragments of memories.

Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be a lot of pain hidden. When recalling such scenery, there is a lot of nostalgia and pain. Just like our story, it has been a long time. How many memories can be remembered? A little warm and a little lonely...

Once upon a time, you held my hand, walking on the path, stepping on the lawn, watching the fish playing in the lotus pond; you took my hand and ran, Take a shortcut and watch the fireworks; hold my hand tightly, cross the river, climb over the mountains, and watch the geese spread their wings and soar; under the sunset, we are shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by flowers and grass, butterflies flying and bees dancing, birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and our shadows are in pairs. It was you who took care of me in every possible way and accompanied me through unforgettable journeys. Now, I am the only one left, wandering at the end of the world, not knowing where the end is.

I don’t know how long I have been wandering in this memory. I thought your outline had long been forgotten, but it turned out that it was just buried deeply. Waves of desolation filled my heart, and the scenes from the past were repeated in my mind like movie clips. During the screening, my eyes were wet and cold, and I had already shed a few tears.

Maybe, we just passed each other, met and then parted, people came and went, just passing by, simple condolences, short-term love, no one will stay for anyone forever.

Your eyes and eyebrows have been in my heart as before, but now they have come to an end, and the words have already carved your outline in my mind with incomparable clarity.

If at that time...

Life should be like this, we always know how to cherish after losing, and we always linger in pain in memories, so we should know how to Cherish the person in front of you and don't let him/her become your painful past.

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