A very poetic literary and aesthetic talk

1. I sit at night and listen to the wind, and sleep during the day and listen to the rain. I understand how the moon is missing and how old the sky is.

2. It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn, or the lovesickness of the distant sea. If someone asked me about my worries, I would not dare to say your name.

3. If someone asked me about my worries, I would not dare to say your name.

4. Go for a walk on the path, when the weather is clear: barefoot, holding hands, stepping on the new mud, wading through the stream. ?

5. The evening clouds scatter brocade in the dusk sky, and the stream flows gold in the remaining sun; my long and thin shadow floats on the ground, like a lonely ghost under the ancient trees in the mountains.

6. Walking a lonely long distance of six hours, I put a bouquet of red camellia next to your head, and I waited. The night was long, but you lay listening to the gossip of the waves.

7. Although the wind of late autumn has not yet arrived, I have already felt its coldness from your silence.

8. You led me into a dream, but I forgot you in other dreams. Now I irrigate the roses every day, but let the orchids wither.

9. Your dream has bloomed, your dream has bloomed beautiful flowers, when you are getting older.

10. The rhythm of poetry is not in the cadence of the words, but in the cadence of the poem's emotions, that is, in the degree of poetic feeling.

11. I waited, and the night was long, but you lay listening to the waves gossiping.

12. Memories are trivial and will never stop unless I cry miserably or fall asleep deeply. But I will never hate it because it is true to me.

13. This is a southern boy with the scent of orange blossom.

14. You walked further and further, reaching the dilapidated fence and walking through the rainy alley.

15. When I see the color of your morning glow, I feel the sadness of my falling moon. But like the clouds at dawn, annoyance and resentment float into my heart.

16. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley.

17. In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.

18. You are the leaf, and I am the breeze. I loved you on the branches and in the street. Come, blow up your breeze, and I will give you the life of my remaining leaves.

19. The eyes that are accustomed to looking at the blue sky like the green grass that invades the threshold.

20. It is better to live in silence for a lifetime, basking in your brilliance. When future generations talk about it, let others say that someone was the happiest in the past.

21. Fly ninety thousand miles, a joyful journey in the past life and the next life.

22. The memories of you that I can have in this life are only sporadic in the course of decades of life. ?

23. I know that I will live alone for a long time, without you for a long time. I can't see you, I can't hear your voice, I can't hug you when I'm in pain, but I know you will always be there. ?

24. I don’t want to disturb you anymore. I pay the price of silence in exchange for you staying in my lonely life for a long time.

25. God has given me many wishes, everything I want, and I have received them one by one, very quickly or very slowly. And although my desire for youth seems to have never been obtained, as I walk and look back, it seems that it has passed. It turns out that this is youth.

26. Looking back today on the road that I walked hastily when I was young, I should see only green and green leaves, no more sad faces. ?