There is a kind of encounter called warm prose poetry

Standing on the edge of time, ancient songs are swirling in my ears. When the wind of time wrinkles my youthful face, I fold the past stories into plain paper. Whenever the bright moon hangs high, tears will flow. I know how to wet the manuscript, and the promise is soaked in ink. I interpret it silently, and my memory never abandons the warm first sight.

——Inscription

To my lover

Whenever we enter the light autumn season, my thoughts will start to wander. I stand on the small mountain. I stood on the hillock and looked into the distance, but my eyes couldn't penetrate the mountains. Strolling down the mountain and along the gurgling stream, my lovesickness sets sail again. The mountain flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers fills the open space around.

When the wind blows through my hair, a feeling fills the bottom of my heart. I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city with you, enjoy a tranquility, stay away from worldly fame and fortune, and use a pen full of poetry to copy and meet each other. , use the elegant sound of the piano to stir up lingering thoughts, listen to the tide in your heart, and write eternal memories.

I am not a person who pursues romance, but I also have a romantic heart. I always like to cook wine among the flowers, boil my thoughts, take stock of the past in my life, and try to hold on to the time of immortality. I always want to send a warning to you in the distance, don’t let busyness age your face, don’t let hurried footsteps crush the beautiful lines of poetry, let the encounter condense into a poetic fate, and leave the memory imprinted on this harvest. autumn.

Holding a book of poems filled with memories, I translate my heart into words and send you the most sincere blessings. I know that the memory of you will never wither, bit by bit, there are laughter and tears. When my eyes travel through the passage of time, I feel that your soul is never far away for a moment, and is silently watching over me every night. I wrote the past events into poems, and the lines were full of infatuation, without questioning whether all the effort was worth it or not. Letting tears wet my eyes, I fell in love with the first encounter, and now I understand what it means to be eager to see through. If I don’t write about the end of time, if I don’t make promises, I will cry out from the bottom of my heart, hoping that one day, our wishes will blossom and bear fruit, and all the fate will be fulfilled.

The road is long, and with you by my side, my mood will be warm. The world is full of purples, and there are countless scenery. Only you are my true destiny. I believe that the day with you is spring. One look is enough, countless words, this is an understanding that ordinary people cannot achieve, this is a tacit understanding that comes from the depths of the soul. On the days when we hold hands hand in hand, let all the pain fly away, invite all the happiness into dreams, let the warmth spread in every day, and use that thin pen to plump every moment of getting along. Even in our twilight years, when we are already faltering, we can still recall the moment when we looked at each other. Every classic moment, I wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes for you, and you stretched out the wrinkled clothes for me, speechless. warmth.

I have always believed that if we can meet each other in this life, we must have a deep connection in the previous life. Maybe we had a promise in the previous life and we can meet each other in this life. What about the next life? He must live a happy life, from youth to old age, and never be separated again, okay? I have long had a wish in my heart, and I will never allow the deeds about you and me to dry up. I have to water them with my hard work every day. You write the voice from the bottom of my heart. I will accompany you to recall yesterday, enjoy today, and look forward to tomorrow. Regarding the future, we already have answers to each other. Someone has said that distance is not a real problem, the most important thing is two hearts, two hearts are inseparable, winter is also spring.

In the bustling crowd, there are too many origins and connections. Many people just pass each other and then disappear without a trace. Every memory is also lost in smoke. But about you, every time I ask, there is only The encounter between you and me will be beautiful forever.

If you travel far away, please take my heart with you. There is also a strong feeling deep in my soul. Let my love turn into an elf and accompany you through the mountains and rivers one step after another. Make your journey no longer lonely and make your world colorful. Meeting and knowing each other is poetry and does not need to be decorated with any gorgeous language. It is enough that you know and I know.

The patter of rain, accompanied by the intoxicating music, evokes so many pink memories, silently waiting for you who are caring. You said that if I never leave you, you will depend on me for life and death, then I tell you, I would rather give up this world and welcome the ending of unknown blessings and misfortunes with you.

Imagine the future, shake off the dust on your body, step on the stage of time, and we will perform our own wonderful performance. I know that there is no rehearsal in life. Whether it is comfortable or helpless, I can only treat it with a normal heart. When I miss you, I will send my thoughts to you. The swans in the distance will push away the haze of the years and land next to you. , put the bud of my longing into your palm, and a breeze will blow by, and it will bloom in an instant.

Fate, you are so warm, how can I forget the most beautiful encounter, how can I forget your shallow smile, dressed in a white shirt, with high black hair, bright eyes looking forward, I write the most beautiful you Enter the poem and let the beautiful melody intoxicate the clear water and shame the blue sky. It will accompany you in this life, forever and ever.

To a friend

Standing on the water bank, my eyes follow the dancing quicksand, and there are so many stories of encounters that have traveled far and wide. Let’s not write the flowing clouds as sadness, let’s not let our thoughts pay homage to the fallen flowers, but write all the past into poetry, okay?

Walking along the quiet path, the petals of mountain chrysanthemums began to fall. Looking at its lost color, my heart ached. Staring into the distance, I recall the encounters between people in the past. I don’t know what words to use to describe them. Some memories are very shallow, fleeting and traceless, and some memories are very deep, and I dare not touch them easily, for fear of losing that unique innocence.

When we meet, we are nourished by the sweet spring, and when we say goodbye, our tears fall in the world of mortals. Cherish fate when we meet, because I know that fate is the charcoal in winter, fate is the azure blue of the world, and there are so many things that I have missed. Qian, we met at the right time. How are you? Like the spring breeze blowing on my face. If you send me a small order, I will be moved for a few days. If you shed a tear, I will be distressed for several years. I care about that devotion, and you appreciate that understanding. Don’t ask for morning and evening. The splendor of the moment is destined to exist. forever. I like to accompany you silently, and I will look forward to seeing you. You are the clear water, and I am the green mountain. I stare silently at you, staying with you for a long time, complementing each other, and enjoying this worldly leisure.

When I miss my friends, my heart is full of sweetness. Some people don’t need to say anything, but they can speak sincerely at critical moments. There is an invisible bridge in the hearts of friends. I can enjoy the blooming flowers and watch the flowing water quietly. I only think about peace and well-being in every parting day. In this mundane world, everyone will be hurt. Pure friendship can remove the inner desolation. Meeting you is the pride of my life. I silently recite every name and remember every face. Every time I recall the happiness of being together, I can't help but smile.

In my spare time, I will turn every encounter into a touching poem, and write you deep in my soul with a heavy pen. I will add your talents to the background of life, I will harmonize your mood with happiness, and we will spend the days together without saying goodbye. I will drop every tear into the poetry of reunion.

A piece of amber reflects a throbbing heart. How many people write touching poems for meeting each other, and how many people shed sad tears for parting. But I can’t bear to write, for fear of my pale words. The truth is gone. Every sleepless day, I would lean against the window and look at the flowing clouds in the sky. My thoughts would drift along with me, thinking of the road I had traveled and the people who had silently accompanied me.

Some people haven’t seen each other for several years, but their feelings remain the same. I don’t know why, but every scene together in the past becomes more and more clear as time goes by. The seasons change, the appearance also changes, the world changes, some people have gone away long ago, and when I was in a desolate mood, I leaned against the fence and heard a greeting, "What's wrong with you? Can you tell me?" A long-lost warmth surged in my heart. It turns out that you have always been by my side, never far away. I know that this is the fate of life after life.

Friendship can warm the cold wind and turn the wasteland of the soul into green and verdant. Then cherish friendship and make our world rich. Let friendship accompany us as we refine the annual rings and wipe them away. That innocence, at the corner of the fleeting time, recalls romance and continues to write love.

It is rare in a person's life to meet someone who is close to him. If he does, he must cook wine among the flowers, recite poems under the moon, and look at each other with a smile, speechless and warm. If possible, I would like to look back with a teardrop, clinging to your strings, and turn into a passionate little song, blooming in your warm embrace. You protect me from the wind and rain, and I read your heartfelt songs for you. Even if you have it in an instant, you can enjoy it for a lifetime.

I am used to seeing too many gatherings and separations. I want to say, cherish it. Cherish every encounter. Even if we pass each other, we must look back and remember each other’s faces, because life is really short. , instead of coming and going in a hurry, it is better to spread friendship. I think that as long as you put your heart into it, the tree of friendship will reach the sky sooner or later.

The world is like the wind, and there will always be scenery of one kind or another in the journey of life. Some people like silence, some like gracefulness, but I love persistence. I am happy with everything I have and will not treat my friends casually. , and then interpret the sad loss in the text.

To treat some people, not saying anything does not mean forgetting. If you keep it in your heart, you will also feel the warmth. Always hum that song softly when no one is around. Love is you and me, always When I read through the chapters where we get together, I always think of you inadvertently, the oiling together, and the humor together. Although time keeps passing by, I will remember everything about you, as well as the bitter parting song. .

People must learn to be grateful, poetic encounters, and have a light heart. Remember there is a sentence, friendship is as light and fragrant as the fragrance of flowers, so let us write every bit of it into the diary, enveloping our lives. World, please remember each other’s good qualities. We don’t ask for anything. We just want to be the eternal rhyme in your poems. I will blend your truth into my soul, and I will brew your love into the mellowness of wine. No matter how things change, I will still think of those who once accompanied me.

Every encounter will be imbued with the fragrance of ink, or treasured in the heart, or embedded in the lines of poetry. Remember the way you came, and stay away from the harshness of the world. Let the true love and beautiful relationship come to an end, and let the true intention settle in the place where there is love. Some encounters are worth cherishing for a lifetime.

Let us walk hand in hand, abandon worldly helplessness, practice for true friendship, remember every touch of each other, let our deeds last forever, let our dreams fly, as long as the true love always exists, we will be proud of each other. The sky.