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Life is long enough to fold in half
Folding in too much for you, too late
"The Possibility of Not Being Approached"
Poetry and Mood under the Lamp
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Xi Murong
Not in an instant
Reborn
Life is originally time and time again
Test
So please be patient
I love to let the day and night pass alternately
Let the gray hair grow day by day
Let's slowly change our mood
Let burn the whole spring and summer longing
Finally extinguished replaced
A kind of sour spice that fades away in a fading manner
When the moon comes out
You can't open the door to visit again
Can also be finally
Let it shine madly
All the mountains and forests
"Alive" (excerpt)
Shuntaro Tanikawa
Alive The so-called living now
It was the dog barking wildly in the distance at the moment
It is now the rotation of the earth
It is the cry of life being born somewhere now
It is now that the soldier is wounded somewhere
It is the swing of the swing now
It is the passage of time now
alive
The so-called living now
It's the birds spreading their wings
It's choppy
It's a snail crawling
It's people who are in love
It's the temperature of your hands
It's life
Wasteland and oceans
Half drifting zero. Hurry becomes the main tone of life, there is no stop button anymore. Would love to go to a tropical city, want to go to the beach, together.
The vast azure blue, the shallow in the near, the deep in the distance, and the orange diamonds sprinkled on the water in the distance, the warm sand staining our feet, we may miss the sunset, but we will not miss the joy and the mood of endless kissing.
Imagination itself is already a sweetener, and when the mind wanders wildly, it is also clear that it will not be realized, mixed with expectations and helpless yearnings to lightly and briefly continue the hope of living.
In fact, when you really hold a lot of time, you will become a lazy housewife, just want to stay in the room with the people you like, sleep, sleep until dark, watch movies with strong plots, watch detective novels, eat fruit and yogurt, and walk with the wind at night like pieces of paper.
The tentacles just probed a little echo from the outside world, and then whizzed back into the comfort zone, and fell into the warm water to sleep. My friend had just ended a relationship, didn't want to be alone, and came to my nest in his pajamas. The two sat on a couch like sitting in a boat, playing with their phones, drawing, silent, talking, naturally, comfortably, aimlessly and stresslessly.
In the evening, I gathered in a room with lovers and friends to share dinner, drinks of craft beer and foreign wine, people who played cards released pressure, people who did not want to play cards concentrated on watching the drama, cats walking around, tails skimming calves, whisking away some worries.
Winter flutters, the days roll, we walk and stop, and after a short hug submit the beauty of life. Love for the world often grows on the wasteland, the night when the bell stops.
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