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Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

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Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

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Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ Teenagers are reckless but vivid, always ready to try, it doesn't matter if they fail.

◎ He was always sunny and energetic, wearing a white school uniform leaning against the sunny corridors of the high school, standing on the tip of my heart, branded at my sixteen or seventeen years old. Long time, long promises, long teenagers left in memory.

"The Way Back"

Text/Su Weijiu

There is no way back from the fireworks in the world

The white plum in front of the Jiangnan court was in full bloom

The small courtyard path is deep in Fangfei for several months

In your eyes, you have found a brilliant star

But I couldn't find the summer of that year

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You are a patchwork of fireworks in the world

It is also the moonlight that I lost when I was young

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ Tears are the smallest seas made by humans

Don't be surprised, the city is a place where millions of people live alone

◎ Your eyes are the deep sea that I will never encounter

It's windy today and you're standing in the wind

My world is full of your taste

—Tronstrøm

"Illusion"

Text/Wang Qiuhua

I want to use a tree of peach blossoms

Go cheat on a spring romance

How just right

A butterfly flew to me

However, when changing into dressage

And paradoxically stopped a peach blossom

Stop it from falling down Liangshan

Falling grass for Kou

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ When Summer dies, all lotuses are martyred

◎ Learn to be myself and gracefully let go of everything that doesn't belong to me.

"Red Sun"

Text/Hlove Wang Yahui

A few pigeons hovered in front of the building

It's like being trapped in a big clock

The hour hand chases the minute hand

Farther away

Huge gray feathers

A scarlet eye

I was staring at it for a long time

2022.2.2

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ Can not hold hands, this hatred is deep, the feet of their own love, a number of favors. Pro book is intimidating. —— Wang Xizhi's "Holding Hands"

◎ Yi Xiang sideburns hid a few sighs Cold eyes looked at neon for several partings.

◎ I thought that love can fill the regrets of life, but what makes more regrets is love.

【Leaf Fall】 (Group poem) text/Jianmu

"Falling Leaves"

Lonely villages are raining with leaves

The ancient tree has added annual rings

Affectionate Cowardice The night is dark

Stained with mortal dust

The old fireworks porridge has warmed up

Can't get back the truth of children

Empty moss stains of snow hate

And the wood gate that trembled in the north wind

No one has ever asked

Ling Han plum blossom fragrance a few points

Last year was idle dusk

Drink your own sake on Nagano

Feel the remnants of the chrysanthemum chicks

Look up at the sky and get drunk a few more bottles

Listening to Yun Xi's words confused the soul

Look around dazed

I don't see the people of the past

2021.12.11

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ The world is sometimes very strange, many people quarrel with loved ones, but talk to strangers.

Idealizing lost love is almost universally human, and what has been remembered for years is often the possibility of loss of the self rather than others. — Harold Bloom

◎ Not all pain needs to be shouted, not all regrets have to be filled.

◎ In the world, there is no end to the story, only the undead heart.

"Absurd"

The begonias that were turned to zero last night

Tears wet the moonlight

Leaning alone against the childhood window

Sing that song softly

Daytime

Thinking about the white clouds

You were pure

Lie on the grass and soak up the sun

It's like you're still around

The fragrance of memory

I can't tell if it's you or begonias

Turns out I'm so forgetful

But I still remember you as you were

The alleys without you turn out to be somewhat empty

My fantasies about you are somewhat ridiculous

Tonight

Fireworks bloom in the sky

I wandered alone on the road

2021.12.14

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ "Sometimes, hate and bitterness

Cover up everything you leave behind. All the people I've ever met

Who will return alone, like an almond tree

With memories reaching out to me?

I never forgot the wind, forgot the plains

Unwilling to think about the meaninglessness of life.

I look at everything: things that are thrown back by time, loneliness that wakes up,

The color of several acacia plants

The beauty of the white colt over the gap wins over everything,

Life is just water or memory.

The most silent life! ”

◎ Everyone must have an unforgettable memory in their hearts, or warmth, or sweetness, or cold, or sadness.

《Nightfall》

Plane trees at dusk

Leaf stumps wither

The dust that had fallen off was blown by the breeze

I stood on the bank of the river and hesitated

I don't know if the sunset can have a home

Looking at the distant mountains and flying geese at dusk

The old trees by the river enjoy several seasons of cold and heat

Childhood innocence is buried in the depths of memory

2022.1.25

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past
Tears are the only way to express emotions with your eyes when you can't explain your heartbreak with your mouth.

The Last Road

Take a lonely and anxious mountain road

Wading through the rapids of the Yangtze River

Just to see your eyebrows as clear as promised

Ke Qing's appearance was gone

Innocence shatters Good intentions become nothingness

Only one herbal tea remains to lose its temperature

I'm alone in a boat

BokanJiang Nippori

Pour turbid wine and talk to the west wind

Thousands of loneliness

Later asked Bodhi Old Tree

It says it's better to put it down

This is my last word

2021.12.1

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ Can not say to the sorrow of fluctuations:

"Become a passion! Burning madly! ”

Magician, your love is a mistake,

But without love we would die!

◎ I can't say why I love you, but I know that you are the reason why I don't love others.

"Illusion"

Sorrow over the sorrow of the sea

This sorrow is vast

It's loveless

It's that your eyes aren't so clear anymore

But the joys and sorrows of your distant departure

I still remember it fondly

It's just how I'm going to forget

Dozens of reincarnations, flowers bloom and fall

There was no result

It's like you and I met and missed

Helpless and tortured

It's just how I should forget it

Give the story an ending

It's not perfect, it's not good

Like you and I meet and miss

All the things that matter are left to oneself

Doomed, you don't know where you are

2021.12.7

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past
◎ Meeting is a matter of two people, leaving is a person's decision, meeting is a beginning, leaving is to meet the next departure. It's a world of pops to leave, but neither of us is good at saying goodbye. —Milan Kundera, "Living Elsewhere"

"Drunken Pavilion"

The wind blows the dream without a trace

Rain falls on the leaves of the river with sound

Flat boats on the water are far away

Apes on both sides of the mountain chirp

2021.12.15

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ Last night, the moon was hazy, I quietly sent you away, since then, there is a small star with tears in the sky.

◎ Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a once...

◎ Life is a grand encounter, and some people are only passers-by in your life after all.

"Ferry"

Text/Kaihara

Wipe away the tears of the end

Rushing thoughts called

The rainy season soaks me

A beat of defeat

What determines the factor is Yu

Your position is separated from mine

One floor one floor

Fog of disconnection

Contradictory people will love

Send out in the gap Cross the river on a rainy night

The porter shook the ship's shaft

Put down rejection

Love and love, there is one more word, but separated by a past

◎ The so-called forever is the distant that can never be touched. The so-called despair. It is here that I stand, with the horizon in front and the whole decadent world in the back.

◎ To love a person does not have to have, but to have a person must love him well.

◎ Companionship and understanding are more important than love. Love is not about changing each other, but about growing together.

Horizon

Text/Wan Muqing

How much hurts the past

Faintly in front of you

Full of empty questions

But it doesn't take up space

What is seen does not necessarily exist

What you don't see is not necessarily what you don't see

It's like that horizon

It can hold your heart and eyes

You can't hold its line

Even after a lifetime of spring, summer, autumn and winter, thousands of rivers and mountains

You can't get close to its side

If love does not equal the promise of love

Cash

There is a very cute person in the world, this person is looking at this article, really envious of these words, thousands of mountains and rivers, see you on my behalf. Forward the original poem with sugar to eat ❤:

All the kindness in the world is a kind of affection

The spring breeze moved, and scattered, a few pools of stars

The human world is too bitter, but I would like to give you a spring supper tent warm Night breeze is slightly sweet

She's charming because she's very good at being herself

The rivers and mountains are at peace, the years are calm, may all be beautiful, and do not miss the return date

Author | Original poetry | Su Weijiu / Wang Qiuhua / Hlove Wang Yahui / Jianmu / Haiyuan / Wan Muqing (in addition to poetry ◎ Quotation sentences Some sentences are derived from the signature and unnamed provenance of the invasion and deletion Thanks to the American masterpiece)

Figure | Illustrator: Charlotte Ager

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