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很久没静静的坐下，喝着咖啡，牵绊在、执拗认为好的文字组合，用散文、把自己的感想凝结释放。
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莺歌杨柳枝头翠，燕舞桃李绽芬芳。披风饮露对天鸣 长叹一声催落花。百花斗艳，鸿轻流露,伴随着朝夕敲打的钟声、春天的舞台即将闭幕；静悄悄的夜里，牵携孤寂徘徊在街头。仰望天空，让清露洗沐，布满沧桑的瞳孔，渴望看到天边的流星，带去那一抹清愁；留住春天的气息，身染红尘踏流年，季节回望再难回；拽不住的缘分、再也无法挽回；心已碎、意木讷、回旋在青春里的美丽温柔、早在风中融化！
醉眼落泪空对杯，憔悴穿插伤痕心。一阕思念春秋梦，两眼泪花溅湿衣。岁月里、消瘦的身影、被光阴拉的好长好长。夜深无人的角落、一些疼痛渐渐地，浮出水面。那些隐忍了许久的泪水，夺眶而出。 回忆伤、是内心最觉得难以解脱的东西，幸福只不过是缭绕的过眼云烟，遗憾与不幸才是真实的伙伴。多少回、小醉感慨在阴霾的回忆里，忘亦难、愁难断、时常陷在这样的状态里，烟消云散缘已尽，望瘦日月情何堪！
遥望星空夜苍茫，月照斜影心悲伤。聆听夜色忧涟漪，回忆歌曲一遍遍。心碎的雨辰，与冷漠的歌曲相伴、心伤的，在寂寞煎熬的旮旯里，在光阴的夹缝里，在以往自己创作的诗词里，摘录自己的伤感，来填充诗歌中的忧伤、让诗歌长出丰满的羽翼，让失落的心、在文字的天空自由飞翔；贫瘠的诗词、是我点缀人生的风景线，沉醉其中、独自疗伤。没泪水的时候，还向往、我们相识的十字街头、熟悉的身影早成幻，思念寂寥晚宁静，失眠凝视穿云天！
汴梁春末寂静夜，月影轻露星满天，城楼霓虹依旧在，赏灯佳人已无踪，红尘苦、寂夜长！哀怨入梦一声叹、往事成空，缘分已渺茫。一曲离歌几句恨？一夜惊梦几回伤？故事中，不过是陈年旧事；回忆里，不过是过往云烟；再回首，往事已不堪回首。不再有眷恋、不再有遐想。遗忘灯下缠绵语，承诺化灰随风扬。现实的重逢好遥远、梦里、再去一次曾经宿醉的酒吧；再逛一次曾经嬉戏的公园；梦外、守望着夜空里悲凉残缺的明月；守望着夜空里渺无边际的银河！
夜澜人静心凄凉，临风凭栏更惆怅。伤到疼处寝难安，酒入愁肠诗成殇。锁得住泪水不流淌，锁不住似水流年。纤尘风染，思绪凌乱，记忆着飘逝的青春碎语。留不住往昔的绝唱。仓惶的眼神在寻觅，青春的轮廊，已经变成岁月的影子。我记着流年的那份念想，谁知道今宵我的悲伤？愁寂写不出暖色的诗句，灵感搁浅在纤陌荒野、拿什么祭奠遗失的尘缘？没有感情的土壤，散发不出芬芳的气息、光阴荏苒、菁华流失。游走沧桑迢递路，为谁无声守空房？
thatched cottage prose night billows people more melancholy meditation and desolate face breeze pinglan
WuYuChen / / the
No sit down quietly for a long time, drinking coffee, and stumbled, stubborn considered good combinations of text, essays and condensation free your thoughts.
The Chinese inscription
Warbler willow song branch cui, yan dance bloomed fragrant peach. Cloak to day drink dew sound sighed push the fallen petal. DouYan flowers, the light reveal, with the bell, spring on this stage is closing; Silent night, with loneliness and wandering about in the street. Look up at the sky, let the dew wash mu, be full of vicissitudes of the pupil, eager to see the sky meteor, take that and with a clear anxious; Keep the spring is in the air, on the world of mortals internal body dye, season look back to back again; Ye not fate, couldn't help; The heart is breaking, Italy, whirling in the youth Harper, the beautiful gentle, early melt in the wind.
ZuiYan tears of empty cup, gaunt heart with scars. A Que miss the spring and autumn and the dream, two tears flower with wet cloth. Years, angular figure and the pull of a long time was long. No one in the corner of the night, some pain gradually, surface. Those who have tolerated the tears of for a long time, stood. Memory is the most think injury, heart hard set free things, happiness is just one of the temporary, regret and unfortunate is true partner. How many times, small drunk regrets in the windy memories, forget also difficult, difficult to break, often worry stuck in such a state, evaporate margin has tried, hope the thin HeKan feeling!
Ahead in the starry night boundless, according to shadow on the heart sad. Listen to the night went away ripple, memories songs again and again. Heart of rain Calvin, and cold songs with the heart hurt, the suffering in the lonely corner, in the time in the middle, in past his poetry, excerpts from his sad, to fill the poems of grief and let the fullness of the poetry long wings, let the lost heart, in writing the sky fly; Poor poetry, is my life scenery line ornament, mesmerizing, healing alone. No tears, also wanted, we know of the street, familiar figure precocious illusion, missing lonely night halcyon, insomnia gaze wear sky!
BianLiang late spring and silent night, Lou happy forever star light all over the sky, neon still towers in, ShangDeng with the wind has no zong, the world of mortals bitter and lonely night long! Only with a sigh, the dream past become empty, fate already slim. A song of LiGe a few words of hate? Night was a few back to dream hurt? The story, but a long time ago now; Memories, but is gone; And looking back, the past is already wretched. There is no longer any attachment, and there will no longer be daydream. Forget the light touching language, the commitment of grey wind Yang. Real reunion good distant dream, to go there again, once a hangover bar; Then around a had fun park; The dream, to watch sky dismal incomplete moon; Watch sky is the result of their lovers without the galaxy!
Night billows people meditation and desolate, face breeze pinglan more melancholy. Hurt pain lay in difficult Ann, wine into the ChouChang poetry into ruin. Lock lived not flow tears, can't lock timesong. The beautiful dye, thoughts messy, remembering fluttered the youth SuiYu. Do not leave the old song. In search of the wild eyes, the youth of contour, has become the shadow of the years. I remember the time of that to read, who know the night my sad? Sorrow silence could not write a warm color verses and inspiration in the wilderness, specifically stranded fiber and what their lost really? No feelings of the soil, send out a fragrant flavor, protectively, put loss. Wander the vicissitudes of life Tiao pass road, for whom the silent guard vacant room? |
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