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When the leaves are green,
You are in;
When the tree is yellow,
Spring goes to autumn and comes again,
The yellow leaves of the tree flew again.
you
Still there.
again
Autumn
—Shao Hua's death—
Listen, the wind is blowing again.
Look up, among the treetops,
It is the wind that flutters through.
It kept changing its dance partner,
Skimmed up
Poplar tree after poplar tree,
In the jade-white sky
Follow its posture,
Sometimes bow your head,
Sometimes throwing off the sleeves,
Sometimes it spins,
Sometimes swinging.
Between heaven and earth,
Brake time,
Huang Ye'er,
Green leaves,
Dead branches,
Treeboy,
You scramble for me,
In a row
Falling from the sky...
It is like the flow of water has passed away in shaohua.
Kazuaki Kusagi,
Floating a gap,
Too hurried.
HE
still
at
Yes
—Fleeting—
Some people say,
When lin shen saw deer,
See whales when the sea is blue,
See you when you wake up.
Who is "you"?
It's in a person's heart
The one you want to see the most.
But one day,
But you find that
all
It's all just a joke.
You are in the hearts of others,
Is
A tool to relieve loneliness.
Don't complain about anyone
Any harm it does to you,
There is no need to pursue it
Whether they were intentional or unintentional.
All because
You were yourself
Lack of judgment and ability
Bring the trouble.
Put it down, go forward,
Don't look back,
Don't waste even a second.
TA, not worth it.
who
love
you
—Did you really know—
Yeats writes:
How many people love you
The hour of youth and joy,
Love you
Beauty, falsehood and sincerity,
There was only one person
Love the soul of your pilgrim,
Love your aging face
Painful wrinkles...
Every wrinkle on your face,
Every strand of white hair on your sideburns,
It's all proof that you've lived.
True, honest,
Not sculpted,
That's you.
You don't have to cater to the aesthetics of the masses,
There is no need for hard concave youth.
To love you, I must love you
Wrinkles at the corners of the eyes,
Two sideburns of white hair.
Those who lost,
It's not yours.
No need to linger,
Don't be upset.
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—Live in the Moment—
Wei Zhuang writes:
Last night and a half,
Dreams are clearly on the pillow.
Talk a lot.
Still peach blossom noodles,
Frequently low willow eyebrows.
Half ashamed and half happy,
Want to go and cling to it.
Awareness is a dream,
It's sad.
Today, I would like to say:
The most beautiful,
Wrinkled peach blossom noodles,
Frequency low willow leaf eyebrows...
It is not a dream,
Overjoyed.
When the tree is high,
Listen to the wind together;
Lin Qianshi,
Enjoy the moon together.
See you when the leaf is green,
Tree yellow when there is you.
From the time of youth and beauty,
It was still there when the two sideburns were white.
four seasons
Floating is halfway through,
You've always been there.
It's nice to have you.