In the summer, the wind is drunk

小编:梦之韵律

A remnant of the sun burnt the wholeworld's desolation. Fall in the city, drunk in neon night.

In June, a shower of rain fell on thewater, and it blossomed in the rain, and never knew that the memory of theflowers was the glory of summer. Didn't know June was the dream of summer?

North drift, children, from home to findhis own space, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, with a lonely andboring to write down the immortality of the cover page, write in perseveranceand faith in the future. In the summer, the rain and rain drenched the child'sheart. How many times, do the dream of a person, the tears of the rain, singthe sadness in the heart. How many times, a man is on the street. Look at thepassing people and think about their state of mind. How many times a persongets drunk and sleeps in the sense of a drunken dream. My hometown, my heart ismud, but it is daunting.

The roar of yesterday, the thought of themind. A curtain of residual dreams, waiting for the fire to be told. How canthe old face survive the years? People are thinner than they are, they are fullof wind and frost, and they are floating in the wind and the sea in the wind.

The rain was pouring and the willow wasdancing. The green mountains are in the hot, green water. Who's in a blossomingsummer? The touch of the heart, the fire of love. Who sobs alone in the cornerat night, like wine? Who cries out her name in the dream, tears in her eyes.Who knocked the happy window and stopped? Dream.

Bosom friend? Pretty in pink? Annihilatedthe red dust, frozen the love of the world. Sorrow sorrow remnants in thesummer, a lonely dream but they buried him in the end of the world, a lonelyheart drown pain mad ideas from her eyes, swaying the past gone, see flowerswith water flows east, everything will die in silence.

This season, a mimiu is a light cigarette,and a streak of frost. The year is gone, the beard is a witness to the years,not to walk, not to linger. Let the dream float, the world love, nothing but adream, it is a painful dream, not worth to seek, not worth to desire.

The shadow of the world is suffocating. Tochange, from a caterpillar to a butterfly, can dance in the flowers, but it isimpossible to live and live like the wind.

The tears of the candle, the tears in myheart. The pen wants to write the red dust, but it is endless. There is nolonging, only the thought of it. The love of the dust keeps the lonely heart inthe empty room. In the former, how can you not get the fate of this life?Flower blossom, how many cycles? The watchman, looking back, is also a cloud.

What is the state of mind that comes tohear the sadness of the world? This is how to meet, the yearning will not be inthe day and night, know "the red yan yi, the bosom friend is difficult tofind, the love flower fades a person to cherish?" The vast crowd ofpeople, the passing of that time, the unforgotten appearance, the memory is theconstant missing. Faint remnants in the summer, in the dream rain flower wasburied, is old, after wind and rain, is also much transformed, but the seasonflowers in summer, but is still in full bloom in the summer. The thing that isdoing: "leave me alone, yesterday is not to be left, the mess of my heart,the matter of today." The dusk of the sunset, the broken heart was dulland painful. Who to comfort the injured heart, roadside lovers snuggle indouble street, the form of a thin alone wander in the crowd, the night is sonot calm, the heart is so restless.

A little melancholy, a faltering step, anda pause in the glittering city of the city, set himself at the wrongcrossroads. A little craziness, but a promise of love, and a love left behind.The night was so cold that you could only hear the wind breathing. Flowers arebeautiful, but they sleep in their dreams. Whose tears have turned the sky intothe stars. Who is crying for who?

Half smoke residue, absorbs the world'spoor sad ratio, a line of love, around the world of mortals love and hate, ifthe story can change, had long lingering summer, then life is easier, if fatecan choose, the pain may not so much. Even if you complain, you can't changethe fate of the world. God's decrepit, let the wind and rain fall, let theyears go by, and they can fly like a bird without a bird.

A year of spring, a moment of silence. SighI sad into a wisp of smoke skirts, let the world of mortals of marriage is thefate of residual, let the end of the summer burning fire, is the sword refersto the world of mortals, pour boiled wine without makeup, a proverb to wind andrain. The past is gone, the summer is gone, the wind is drunk.

Talented and talented, the moon is notinterested in the two students of the high school

The bun love

Persistence will erase hope and loss willcome to loneliness. Only poetry, as his lifelong lover, accompanied him to theend.

He loved the sea, perhaps, but his deathwas not his intention.

As a recognized talent, he is lonely,miserable and miserable. He is even known as a genius, and in the modernculture of summer, he is known for his outstanding talents.

His whole life seemed to be living in theshadow of lovelorn, and god had given him not only the full of talent, but alsothe pain of a lifetime. When I from a "facing the sea spring"gradually began to read his poetry, feeling his world, I found his talent andhis extremely sad is blend in together.

Haizi, who is called "the three poetsof Peking University", lived in a poor rural area and became a world of hislife. Maybe it was because he had a loving mother, so he chose love beforepoetry and love. It was his talent that made him love, and because of hisbrilliance that made him miserable all his life.

He was determined by the bruises of wavewan in his memory, and he was the son of miss boche, who was able to win theheart of bo wan by his superior talents. Perhaps, then, bo wan was just achild. Maybe they really fell in love, and they loved it. Even, wave wan lefthim, still in love with him, they parted may not be god given punishment,people will inevitably experience brokenhearted, to learn to grow up.

Did the lonely sea child get hurt by thedeparture of bowan? Indeed, the sea boy was wounded, and he did not believe hisfirst love would be lost. They have said that for a long time; Once again theysay that they are old; What is the promise of a lifetime? But to lose is to belost, even if you want to stay. His love is short and full of romance andbeauty, like fireworks. When he left, maybe the sea was crying, and bo wanmight know.

The emergence of shifen is the time whenhaizi chose poetry in front of love and poetry. Shifen may be the woman wholoved him most in his life and the most precious woman on the sea. Because ofhis accommodation, haizi became more like a child, because her mother was toofond of haizi, and the haizi didn't learn to grow up. It is true that haizi didnot love poetry, but who dared to say that he was deeply in love with bowan. Inthe end, he did not have the courage to continue to love a man who loved poetrymore.

Dancing with a poem

Haizi's hair is messy, he almost everypicture hair is messy, he pay attention to outward appearance is not a poet, heas if all the time in the poetry creation. The poem is all that he has, and thatis his lover. A man who loves poetry is lucky, but it is unfortunate that haizifalls in love with poetry.

He is a born poet, and he is on the brinkof the brink with his natural talent. Maybe he shouldn't love in the firstplace.

Most of the women in haizi's life are inlove with his talent and romance, and haizi's life as a poet is mixed withpoetry.

As bai pepe of haizi spiritual harbor,haizi took her as her sister, and took her as her own beauty. Rational BaiPeipei don't think haizi is heretofore, for his feelings at that time the haizipsychologically was just a child, he was too afraid of lonely, as the only relyon Bai Peipei also became his feelings bailment, Bai Peipei bear not only thelove of haizi, family love, friendship. Pepe was more like a mother in therelationship with haizi. Pepe's love for the sea is more like a kind ofcompassion than an appreciation.

When haizi discovered that Annie loved herdeeply, it was the most empty moment of his affection, and he began to lose hismind. A wife Anne still loves a sea child, but what about the sea? From thetime the sea boy and she stole the meeting, it has been proved that the haizididn't love the girl named Annie.

Li hua, the last of the haizi's emotionalpeople, was the only modern Chinese poet he admired. He regarded the woman ashis own god. He also began to fantasize about his love for god. At this time,he really lost love, and really got love.

He lost his love with a woman, also, poetrybecame his true lover, accompanied with poetry of his years, he has never beento a person so love, he told the all the love and hate to poetry, for poetry.

When he was in love, he wrote poetry, andwhen he was disappointed, all the poems became the edge of his pain. He wrotemore and more poetry, and then he got deeper and deeper, and in the end, heloved poetry more than he loved himself.

If haizi and poetry are singing a song, thesong is too painful; If the sea and the poem were dancing a beautiful dance, itwould be enough to dance to the bowels of the liver. If haizi is drinking withpoetry, it is too easy to get drunk.

The sea son is a man who does not understandlove, but gets the most beautiful love; Perhaps he is a man who understandslove, but does not understand the love between people. The sea son reallyloves, however, he loves poetry, not woman, he does not love any woman morethan love his poetry. In his view, poetry was worthy of his promise, and onlypoetry would be with him forever.

The paper that records the poem isinnocent, burned with the poem, and then it will be taken away with the burningman. For whom is the sorrow of the bereavement? Is it the burning man, theinnocent piece of paper, or the memory of his beloved?

Who is the woman that the sea boy loves?

I thought that the man was the reed,because the sea son had never grown up, and the asparagus, as a bamboo horse,might have been the clearest sign of the sea. The luflower was the woman he waslooking at, and he didn't want to offend her pure woman with dirty thoughts,just as he was as pure as his love of poetry.

Love is a glass of wine, but poetry is acup of wine.

He wrote a poem about his heart to life,and he spent his whole life renewing it.

Love is a cup of medicine that has no cure,and the one who drinks it will be the prisoner of love.

The seeds of love are blown into poetry bythe wind, and the poem becomes a painful memory.

The unforgiving pen is lonely and burns toomany scars that will never hurt you.

Amorous haizi is lost in the poetry, isstill love lost heart, lost himself in the poetry of his death is used torealize he read the poems with eternal love?

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