Turn Around Like No Action
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Turn around like no action Author James Tian
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FOREWORD Having recited several of the author's English poetry collection and aired over an internet radio poetry program in Mexico every Saturday gives me a personal sense of awareness of the sensitive emotional style of his writing skills. I once asked him why he always talks about the moon and not the sun. —I find peace and comfort in the moon, —he told me. —But the sun is the source of all living creatures. —I tried to impel upon him. —The moonlight though it looks lovely is just as cold as the night. — I added. And this is unfuried in his poem tided “EacJi Cold Night has a. Lonely Man” ， and even a sunny day won't change his sorrowful feelings expressed in his poem tided "Turn Around Like No action. The poem titled ^Azabu in the Rain" contain a deep longingness with a. sense of the numb sensation. In the quietness of every night, he finds special stars and favorite night lamps and boldly expressed in the poem titled, “The Light”. TH Hide Where the Sun Won ' t Squeeze me" is a. heart-breaking poem that tells the brokenness of lost love that he tried to hide from the sun because he does not want to be comforted by its warmth. He wants to stay in the cold dark alley of his aching heart. He wants to be swallowed in a black hole so that he could cling and feel the pain from his heart. He does not want to let go of that pain. The poem titled, "Seeing Sunk More and More" described the moon reminding him of a romantic feeling, even if it hurts and cuts through him so deep. A tender emotion being stolen expressed in his poem tided "Stealing". "The Place of Love" conveys not to say goodbye. “The Moon”，uAutumn Mid-Festival”，“The Wind is Cold so is the Moon", uMemories of My FeeEngs in the Lishui River by Boat", is a call for the night to accompany him in his loneliness and no one, not even a light-hearted man can take away the pain of his brokenness. And as the loneEness gripped his day today, he considered it just like a bad dream hoping that when he wakes up the next day just as expressed in the poem titled that "Maybe Everything was like a. Dream Last Night". The poets' creative writing caliber is envisioned in this 00/
collection of English poems. He has artistically penned pearls of joy and the sorrow of going through and experiencing first love Eke firesh dewdrops of the early morning rain. Young hearts deep aHection for their first love. The strong tug of emotion, the thunderous beating of the heartbeats, the unfamiliar yet exciting feeEngs, where the days and night fill you with gladness and as if the sun always shines for you just to wake up one day you only want the darkness of the night to comfort and drown your brokenness due to the sudden realization of a beguiled love. The days passing by with a hurt feeling and the nights as cold as a peeled cucumber. Hoping and cEnging to the memory yet , , , needs to say goodbye and close that chapter and turn not to the next page or chapter but search for new books and find the secret of true love. Let this poetry collection warm and touch our hearts regardless of age. Let the overflowing and the heart—wrenching emotion of a seriously hurt heartstring makes us experience the wonderfiil journey of being in love. We have an ancient hopeless romantic poet in the 21st generation , , , Tian Yu, the bard of Shandong China. Eden Soriano Trinidad Philippines April 12, 2020
[Eden Soriano Trinidad, Philippine female poet, Jala Foundation Nepal International Vice President. Won the Lifetime Achievement Award of the 12th Guttle International Poetry Festival, the International Honorary Award of the World Peace Research Institute (WIP), the 2018 PENTAISI B World Poet Laurel Crown, PENTASI B World Selected Poet Award, etc. Published bilingual poetry collection "Eden Blooms" (Eden Blooms), "Eden Bloom 2" and other books.]
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FOREWORD Tianyu is a. model of devotion to the practice of poetry. Writing poems for him is life—sustaining, even life—creating. It creates the place in which he fully has experienced his experience. I understand the love feeling expressed by him in this collection is not only the love that a loved and beloved has towards each other rather it could be love related to any human relationship. You're always like me, And everything about me, And like all your half buried in Howers. It isn't the land of dawn, May you be tenderly treated, Wish I can blossom all the way. (^Tomorrow, Please be Gende") He concerns with the essence of living; Beautiful turn takes tomorrow away. But it does not carry the memory of the past. Let a. heart smile calmly, Don't let luck waste your meeting. ("Turn around Like No Action ”) Direcdy expressing the poet's own voice and sentiments is related to his first voice, or the voice talking to himself Forgetting your old seHl With silence in Hrmness. Find new breakthroughs, Finding new spots of Eght,
Allow yourself to share the joy. ("Pink Christmas") His words seem to illuminate human universe with pure existence and knowledge through his daily life. The universe is both real, actual, tangible, but beyond comprehension. In a stream of consciousness and energy, he tries to create or destruct and lasting quality of the spoken word. All people have divine souls, so they should tolerate, respect, and love one another. Tianyu speaks of his soul as a lover. Change must be necessary for renewal, which will come. He could never understand why his poems create such a. sensation. Not in the ideas and views of the universe, but in the fbcus on his Efe and coming death. Nonetheless, this
collection has made me want to read more of his poems. Maki Starfield
[Maki Starfield was bom in Ehime, 1972. She earned her Master of Arts from Sophia University, and then got the diploma of International business management (post graduate) with Honors from Niagara College and the certificate of TESOL from St.George International College in Canada. She began to make haiku in 2008, where she became recipient of a prize at the 12th annual Mainichi Haiku Contest. On February of 2012, she pubEshed a new collection, Kiss the Dragon. She has recendy been performing as a painter as well as a poet. She participated in Design Festa Vol. 40 in Tokyo Big Site in 2014 and recently contemporary art exhibitions. She won a prize at the contemporary art (kindaibijutsu) association's public recruitment exhibition in 2017, and was awarded twice (spring and autumn competition) in 2018, and she also got the honorable prize, Dojinsho at the 44th and 45th Taiyo Bijutsu Exhibition in 2018 and 2019, and got a prize at the Ueno Royal museum and has been awarded at the 2020 Salon of Artistes Fran ais. She is a member of Japan Universal Poets Association. She is also a regular
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member of Sokyu, Sawa and Evergreen in Japanese haiku associates.]
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CONTENTS
Smile Again / 001 My love was here / 003 Stealing / 005 Tomorrow, Please be Gende / 007 The Night / 008 The place of love / 009 The river in Spring,It's in my Memory / Oil Azabu in the Rain / 013 Turn around Like No Action / 015 The Crow In the Night / 017 I*m Just A Lady / 019 Happiness is Simple / 021 The Fire in The Stove / 023 The Light / 025
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Pink Christmas / 027 Stealing / 029 I'll Hide Where the Sun Won't Squeese Me / 031 Seeing Sunk More and More / 033 Half an acre of sunset / 035 In this life, I give myself to love / 037 Azabu in the Rain / 039 Each Cold Night Has a lonely Man / 041 The Starlight / 043 The Moon / 045 Love is New and Only / 047 Snow-like Soul / 049 Maybe Everything Was Like A Dream Last Night / 050 The Gentle Wind / 052 Night Road / 054 My Heart Love You Like Grass / 055 Flowers and Leaves / 057
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Memories of My Feelings in the Lishui Paver by Boat / 059 The Wind Is Cold, So Is the Moon / 061 AeoEan Bells / 062 I See, A Bird / 064 Beginning / 066 A Farewell Message / 068 Poems for You / 069 Viewing in the Garden / 070 Maybe Ghosts and Gods Will Sigh When They See Me / 071 Ancient Towns in the South of the Yangtze River / 072 Sending to Mother / 073 BeEeve in White Clouds / 074 Gardenia Flower / 076 Let a Kiss Leave No Traces / 077 A Poem Written After Appreciating
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the Beauty of Clove Flowers / 079 Looking at the Sea in Xiangshan City / 081 Answer a Friend's Question / 082 Praise the Spring / 083 Moths / 084 The Sigh of Spring / 085 Writing Quietly in Spring / 086 Jasmine / 087
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Smile Again l don't want to sleep late at tonight, But the sobriety takes over the whole world. The more I wake up, the sadder I feel, Even with a brief smile, Also like the stars and the moon with the cold. I don't want to sleep late at tonight, But the sobriety takes over the whole world. The more I wake up, the farther away from tomorrow, Even with a brief smile, Also like the stars and the moon with the cold. Smile again, I wish I could dry my tears and go to tomorrow, Sunny my heart won't change in sorrow. Smile again, I wish there is a smile in the mirror, My heart is like a breeze without the cold. Tomorrow must be a sky in blue, And with my natural ease of soul, Let my moving always stay in the eyes as the lord.
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My love was here
TT 1 1 olding a bouquet of roses, The mood is only beautiful. Through the familiar path again, My love was here. Memories are warm and comfortable, Every thought is like a bath of sunshine. Now that I'm here again, Agreed whether she forgot? Holding a. bouquet of roses, The atmosphere was suffused with sunshine. Passing by strangers* houses, My love is so concerned. The memory is full of hope, Every thought is like a song. Now that I'm here again, Agreed whether she forgot?
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Stealing
T 1 he worry—free bird stole the earth's hope, Autumn stole the summer forest. Regrets stole away coundess pleasures, Time had stolen so many days. Some people's stories didn't bother me if I can't think about them, I didn't want to think about someone's joys and sorrows but let me miss to these days. With the purest eyes, Looking at the most lovely youth. Some people deserved better than others, One was more nervous as when she approached. The moon stole the dawn, Q/^tound C*^ Mdion
The sun stole the stars. The senses stole the senses, And you've stolen my heart.
Tomorrow, Please be Gentle
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1 he sorrow in the desert, In long suffering wait, The landscape is no longer an accident. Only the road separated the direction of the heart, Into the feeling of the breeze, Like a Ettle wave across the sea. You're always like me, And everything about me, And like all your half buried in flowers. It isn't the land of dawn, May you be tenderly treated, Wish I can blossom all the way.
The Night
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1 he moonlight moves thousands of nights, Into a dream like a long meteor. There was a faint trembling of the insect's songs, It makes the heart easier not to talk.
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Like water is a whisper, Is she in my dream right now? The stars in white, A piece of sea slowly into the neon.
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The place of love
I thought youfd go, Ever I wanted to be lonely all over again, The place of love is in the chest. But it's you told me, Holding each other's hands, Never say you don't want to stay. Once I thought love was warm, It's been a long time, Can't uncover the heat. Still you give me courage, Still you give me all, It never seems to hurt anyway.
How can I endure a fool to keep me hot and cold, But I don't have the courage to &.ce Efe without you. One heart does not ask how crazy I am, When you In my heart, Every morning is innocent romance. Not because the night changes, In thy life, So without regrets, There are no regrets to give it to me.
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The river in Spring, It's in my Memory
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1 he waves of blue,
Like the pine billows of the clouds. The joy and slight sorrow, Aren't too litde. The writing is too fest, The heartbeat is too loud. The changing scenery on both sides, It's so airy and low. The beauty of the heaven , Flowers4 land of the south. Gendy her smiling fece, Has surrounded me with a bow. The boats on the river,
Like a girl's smile, The warm in March, It comes back to my memory now.
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Azabu in the Rain
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1 loating mood is like only half a piece of chocolate,
Floating mood is like a cup of milkshake. Heaven and earth, You and me, There's only one last umbrella left at the moment. Warmth seems to have no end. After drinking, Come and go so alternately. Advanced Encounter Game, Low—level heartless memories, The rain best suited to melody. The sense of blowing away is like a senseless order. The feeling of blowing away is as silent as no fueling. What are people for? 0/3 What are people for? Come here to find the lost love sentences? Azabu in the rain carries raindrops away.
Turn around Like No Action
Begug Ew『 But it does not carry the memory of the past. Let a. heart smile calmly, Don't let luck waste your meeting. This is a collection of cranes from heaven. The wind bell stirred the strong tea. It's the memories that shake the stories of each side. Give the most subtle magic to the conscious. The visitor outside the window asked me, Where is the nearest heaven? I pointed to myself in her mirror. It's she who is closer to your hot beauty. I forgot the feeling of invisibility. But I caught the blue of the rattan. The real scenery is breath. The illusory dream is a skin.
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The Crow In the Night
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1 he soil became the body,
One rib, that's the other half The earth is no longer alone, Kabala is a miracle of light. On the way of the rising sun, To turn back is to do not want to go rough altogether nigged. Nor can fire bring eternal heat, Only love opened the magic wings of the stars. If I could meet you once, I don't know what can wipe out the bubble, I don't know what seems to be very happy. If one day I go quietly, I don't know how many people cry more quiedy, I don't know how many people will be silent.
I'm Just A Lady
y mood is more want to accompany the romantic stability to fly, Always believe that defects are also a kind of beauty. Unguarded every night, Counting my heartbreak, Who can see a softly flat anyway? My mood is more like a string of wind chimes and a bunch of roses, Always stick to my own heart without the gray. And thinking about every little thing, Although I won't talk about it, Who can really knows what's behind this?
I'm just a lady, So lady, More need your comfort as a trip. My heart is looking for, The sunshine between the dreams. I'm just a lady, So lady, More need to be surrounded, My eyes always bear tears, Although I hate to say it.
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Happiness is Simple
T Tappiness is simple, A little less, Some more, More conspicuous and warmer than bad luck you saw. Happiness is simple, Looking at the ground, Looking at the sky, More sudden and more comfortable than the pain in row. Every kind of happiness, Always hiding in a moment, Don't try to make hopes impossible. We embrace each day,
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Every day is a product, And will be the source of happiness and records. Believing that happiness is simple, Oh how simple the happiness is, And it's a blessing from our lovely god.
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The Fire in The Stove
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I \ round the fire in the furnace, The heat of burning incense. Behind your couch, May had a kiss of happiness. Through the album of history, Turning your bony hands. Through the past, Recalling the time. One intersection, A group of figures. Remembering the song of the birds, And two rows of green trees. And then, You're going to sleep, On this night. I had you, And you had me.
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The Light
n a quiet night, There has stars that you like. On a quiet night, There has your favorite lamps. There' s such a person in the world at moment, Keeping thy light to thee, Telling you that you won't be alone at this time. Operming your arms and see, How fer into the future, Walking softly into the light. From your eyes, There may be a wonderful world, With a sincerely smile. On a quiet night, There has stars that you like. On a quiet night, There has your &vorite lamps.
Pink Christmas
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here was a slight smell mixed with the wet snow in the night, The holiday after Christmas Eve gave me peace, Let my light color heart so moved in reach. There was a little residual heat with their words of blessing, Pink as the holiday let us spend pink, The warm writing was full of spring on wine—green CARDS just like a smilling fece. Though the snow seemed to have a whimper, But as long as there was concern between people more than anything. The moment we hug made me feel, This was a. colorftd world given to us by the sages. O^wund
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Forgetting your old self With silence in firmness. Find new breakthroughs, Finding new spots of light, Allow yourself to share the joy.
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Stealing
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1 he worry—free bird stole the earth's hope,
Autumn stole the summer forest. Regrets stole away coundess pleasures, Time had stolen so many days. Some people's stories didn't bother me if I can't think about them, I didn't want to think about someone's joys and sorrows but let me miss to these days. With the purest eyes, Looking at the most lovely youth. Some people deserved better than others, One was more nervous as when she approached. The moon stole the dawn, The sun stole the stars. The senses stole the senses, And you've stolen my heart.
I'll Hide Where the Sun Won't Squeese Me T n the great waves of the torrent, You can't see me. The stone won't squeeze me, Only the struggle into the billow, With a footstep that seemed unintentional, Drove me off the voyage. I'm in the night, In the poor dark night, She gave out a faint cry with trembling. Is that no summer worm can resonate, My heart has long held this heart, Swallowed into an infinite black hole. It ' s the light that arrogantly basks in freedom and freedom,
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With one hand he grasped every inch, Life under the soil is possible. I waited in the unknown world for the light to disappear, Every step is guided by blood, It has courage and I don't want to give up rebirth. 1*11 hide where the sun won't squeeze me, Scatter ftiendly hearts on every cloud. It had better be an immortal sanctuary, I can at last set my foot where I should, Gently where you want to see me, 111 get into your eyes.
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Seeing Sunk More and More
Sf Easy to get in, But it's hard to get out. There seems to be a track. There seems to be no road. Sometimes, Easy to watch. But dare not stay. There is a door to loneliness. There is no end to happiness. Every night, The moon is a reflection. Heart is scorched earth. Mwund S£i/ce Mdiwv
If you have no depth of beauty,
Romantic theme, It's better to have nothing.
Half an acre of sunset
Half an acre of sunset, Plant in the place where the flowers blossom lonely. Although autumn is close to skin, Spring is about to kiss your face. Half an acre of sunset, Planted in a romantic distance. The future, though unpredictable, Now let oneself be sunny. Half an acre of sunset, Open the wings of tolerance. She embraced the green water—like stars and fluorescents. Let every rose wander like water only. Half an acre of sunset,
Blooming a warm embrace. Shaking the passing years, That kind of regret is a. kind of happiness as well as a desire for me.
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In this life, I give myself to love
[give myself to love in this Efe. ['d like to dedicate my soul to the same name in coundess afterlife. Man is the dancer of heaven. Love is the soul that makes the heart ache. Fairy wine also gave birth to charming love poems. Braki fell into Eden's lamentable net. Ask you if you want to escape the storm of the eagle. Open a bright future with the old fire of heart? In the next life, I give myself to the eternal movement of time. The only life I' d like to give freedom to the same name in countless afterlife.
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Azabu in the Rain
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1 loating mood is like only half a piece of chocolate,
Floating mood is like a cup of milkshake. Heaven and earth, You and me, There's only one last umbrella left at the moment. Warmth seems to have no end. After drinking, Come and go so alternately. Advanced Encounter Game, Low—level heartless memories, The rain best suited to melody. The sense of blowing away is like a senseless order. The feeling of blowing away is as silent as no fueling. What are people for?
What are people for? Come here to find the lost love sentences? Azabu in the rain carries raindrops away.
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Each Cold Night Has a lonely Man
T vet the silence of tonight accompanies me. The rain is so cold outside the place. Tonight without you in firont of me, I can't touch my heart anyway. The melodies of the night's echoes are in the heartbroken world. The night's wine isn't intoxicated by the dusky sentences. The wind of the past seems to haven't been firmly rooted. The traceless flower has blossomed but lost its memories. Each cold night has a lonely man, Such an endless shower.
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I just want to ask every Eght hearts. Can the pain of love go away? Each cold night has a lonely man, Such an endless dream. I just want to ask every light hearts, Is the way of love too ruthless?
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The Starlight
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1 ill the sleepless appeals in the stany night,
All the shine with a different lonely outline, Oh just waiting for this moment of charming deEght. Don't mind whose faint galaxy will light up in the heart, Only beEeve that shooting stars like to through your soul and noble eyes. The constellation on the left is luck for you, The constellation on the right is your very dream *s knight. All turned into the sound of your dreams indeed, Without sadness again of course I'm sure you do, Cause it*s only your primal might. The starlight of the stars becoming soft and more
white, Giving this world the silver hopes without any slight. Like a. soft giant net, Shrouding the rush of the past, In your silent and pink bight. The starlight of the stars becoming soft and more white, Peeking at the faint noise in this may dignified night, whatever you' re thinking or nothing in think, Don't waste your lifetime with the meaningless wight.
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The Moon
[t seems to be a work of art carved from jade. Mountains are now particularly beautiful against the backdrop of Osmanthus fragrans. The moon shines like white hair. White light and feith are warmer in autumn than in spring. On Mid—Autumn Festival, people hold up their wine glasses and face the beautiful night. They look at the round moon and miss their distant relatives again. If the moon rises to the top of the sky one day, Then the whole world will be shrouded in silver light .
Although they don't know what's going to happen.
Love is New and Only
V V hite Rose's Flower Language, With the impression of silence, I'm old enough to love for always. Your smile appears in my dreams. And I didn't really care that I love you at once. The distance between you and me, It doesn't blur feelings. I also want to restrain my love gradually. I know I suddenly missing you. It's your voice that makes my heart warm again. Otherwise, I don't want to be entangled by love like this. But most afraid of being close to you, Somehow let love hold me tighter to be fi?ee. I'm Alling in love with you. And gradually I can't control my feelings. I want to turn all sunshine into tender love for you my baby. I'm Alling in love with you. And gradually I can't control my feelings. I feel that my love has finally found the ladder to climb, Love is new and only.
Snow-like Soul
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1 he felhng petals are like snowflakes blown by the wind. They landed gendy on the ground as if with a sigh. The night was pretty quiet. Everything is beautiful though there is no moonlight tonight.
Maybe Everything Was Like A Dream Last Night
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1 he street was so blurred in the night. Maybe so, The Eght of the way out of crime. Passengers in the curtain closed pages were in such a hurry. Maybe as in reality, At the moment, they understand the mood best. Oh dreams, Tens of millions of twinkles last night, Inevitably, It ftightens people inexplicably. Oh dreams, Thousands of words touched people last night. What kind of things are always with you?
It hurts all of a sudden. After that, if everything is dim? Take time in my hands. Don't let loneliness destroy my life. Maybe everything was like a dream last night. All paid in the sky. Hold the taste in my hands. Don't let bitterness despise me. Maybe everything was like a dream last night. All paid in the sky.
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The Gentle Wind
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1 he gentle wind, Spring seems to love me. Looking at the color in a Eght way. There has never been any evil. Walking among the flowers, The heart is as clear as a dream. The gende wind, Spring seems to love me. Looking at the world in an ordinary way, It adds too much beauty. On the road of familiarity, The heart is as clear as a dream. Like a dream. The wind has a special flavor of spring.
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Between the breath, Feeling its beauty. The gende wind, Spring seems to love me. Looking at the color in a Eght way. There has never been any evil. Walking among the flowers, The heart is as clear as a dream. The gentle wind has a special flavor of spring. Between the breath, Feeling its beauty.
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Night Road
Tonight, Where there is a moon, there are no stars. Gently, Only the sound of leaves falling, that appear in the park.
My Heart Love You Like Grass
l'm not even a dust in the worldwide. It's more like an inch of grass in the blank sky. Waiting for the sunshine and moonlight, Waiting for the unfolding of fortune prophecy to my Hfe. Until you suddenly appeared beside me. You're like a lovely angel coming slowly. Heaven and earth have turned the century abruptly. Your heart and soul are rooted in my blood quietly. If the heart is in love, The roots of dead trees are irrigated. You are the spell of wisdom. Many lead me out of the haze.
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If the heart is in love, I'll forget all the difficulty. It seems that everything has been changed. I don't say anything about my feelings. Just because the love exists.
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Flowers and Leaves
it's hot, it's cold, it's love and it's pain. There is always a feeling of stagnation. It's blue, it's red, and it's empty. You can't escape this life again. One flower, one le 或 one light and one thick. There is always a world in our hearts' beat. One understanding, one mystery, one difierence and the same. Just not every single, just not every dream. How free and turbulent the day and night can be tolerated by everything like water with delight. The stars can't contend fbr the brightness of the moon, but they are still alone and eternal tonight. If there must be such silence, There are bound to be endless, and there are bound to be ups and downs that seem to be the same. The old and the new are bom again. 57
Everything new is going on without the stress.
Memories of My Feelings in the Lishui River by Boat AV
V V hy does such a beautifiil landscape
have to be painted with unique colors? I like natural scenery best at the first. Sitting on a boat, I looked at the world. Suddenly I feel that I and the scenery are mutually successful. The beautifiil scenery is like the wonderful flowers planted in the Garden of Eden. And it's more like the beautiful white skin. I really want to ask if there are any houses in this place for me to Eve in. If I had,
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I could read and travel as freely as the moon.
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The Wind Is Cold, So Is the Moon
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1 he wind is very cold,
so is the moon. A cold moon blows cold wind. A drop of tear in the pupil. Hovering and wandering, I can't stop. Who dreamed of me in endless dreams? The wind is very cold, so is the moon. The cold wind looked at the moon in the sky. A lamp of silence in the heart, A little light always sounds faindy. Man is a lucky star in multi—hazard insurance. The wind is very cold, so is the moon. The moon is also very cold and so is the wind. Where can I see a warm and free smile?
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Aeolian Bells
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1 he change of seasons is too fast.
Who can stay in the dream for a moment? I can't see the eternity of the constellation. Suddenly I had an inexplicable pain. This is not a girl's special ability. The heart sways like willow leaves. There are thousands of nodes in life. Which node is forgotten like the wind? Look at the silent aeolian bells. Silence makes time a vacuum. Not brilliant or shining, But it remembers the rainbow that has been forgotten. Look at that little string of love bells. It sounds the echo in the sleepless heart. Not brilliant or shining, It brings a lot of tenderness and truth to the silent men.
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I See, A Bird
I…. It's a prison flying high. It has an endless sky in its eyes. It has an endless trestle in its heart. Desire and direction repeat, Wings and tails are out of balance. It is the last angel in the world. It was also the first starvation in the air. The autonomy of the soul, It will be thrown away accidentally. Its own body, It was a controlled poison. The sun is slaughtered as cold. The stars are burning. Similar to the blood of the heavenly harvest, It's like the Siren's ballad.
Beginning
J^/oneliness at midnight, Like a sharp blade. Scratched but no trace. Stop but no peace. It's quietly approaching behind. Like putting fire in oil. If a meteor does not fall, Darkness will not draw. Always hovering in front and back of the intersection, It seems that everything is not far. But the result is fiiint. When everything,
It has already begun. And everything, But it's just beginning.
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A Farewell Message
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I \ Iways remind myself that I can't &11 in love with you. But I don't know when. I'm already in love with you so. We are sure of each other. If one of you and I shed tears, That represents the reluctance between you and me too. People who don't understand our feelings, They also thought every line what I wrote was a lie I do. Now I miss you. Speak to you in my voice, Each of these languages has a feeling of love for you.
Poems for You
[t's a pity to find a fragrant flower in mythology. Just lament that too many beautiful flowers can not be recognized. You're as beautiful as a flower like this. People can also see you in the mirror as touching as a spring. Your smile is as warm as willow catkins in spring. When you are happy, you look fascinating like the haze in the rain. Often when I sit alone at night, I think of your beauty. But thinking of your extraordinary, I feel that my ordinary is too far away from you. 68
Viewing in the Garden
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tanding in front of the flower branches
with farm tools in hand, I really want to be a. reclusive person. When I am happy, my mood is like the tide, even the bank can't be blocked. When the mood is low, it feels as gende as water as the moon. How refreshing the pond and the birds are! The red flowers in the pavilion are as healthy and beautiful as their own bodies. Lift up your glass and ask the blue sky who can accompany me in my leisure time. To be a rose is as good as spring.
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Maybe Ghosts and Gods Will Sigh When They See Me
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V V hen ghosts and gods see me,
they should sigh. I may not have a good chance in my Eft. Now I have nothing. It's not as good as any character or friend. There must be many pavilions in heaven. In the long night, I looked at my courtyard quietly. Candles are sad in the wind. The fish in the pond are also waiting quietly.
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Ancient Towns in the South of the Yangtze River
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I jvery tree gives the city a pleasant fragrance. The beauty of this city is beyond words. Water shines in the sunshine. The architecture here feels natural. There are many crowing birds on the green branches. In the middle of the lake I saw the beauty of egrets catching fish. The old buildings still exist. The blooming of lotus makes people feel very real.
Sending to Mother
any people often forget her. But today I have a good toast to my mother. Now I think my mother is as decadent as the autumn tree. Like most people, I did not cherish her youth at that time. Every year when I was away, I thought that my mother would write lonely words. And I'm missing her all the time. The hearts of all children in the world are connected by God. 72
Now feeing my mother, how can I not have the desire to cry?
Believe in White Clouds
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omorrow I don't know how to believe in white clouds. Or do you depend on me recently? I can't see the sadness I once had. Only a sound could be heard. Rise in a certain heart. The wind blew away all that was happening. In the blank time, Ask the projecting eyes* sight . Compared with the temperature of the sun, Which is more fresh and touching. Perhaps hidden in the warmth of the earth, It's the rush of blood. Clapping the smell of spring,
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White is more like a familiar greeting. Tomorrow I don't know how to trust white clouds. Or are you closer to me? In a certain heart, I can't see the sadness of the past. Only a dream—like voice could be heard.
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Gardenia Flower
in a remote place to entertain guests but worry about the lack of scenery, Fortunately, I planted a Gardenia Flower in the yard. White flowers are as admirable as beautiful jade. Compared with gardenia, other flowers are pale. Why does nature need to be combined with human aspirations? The happiest time is the best time fbr a person. Encourage all my guests to forget their unhappiness. Isn't it a pleasure to smell flowers and drink?
Let a Kiss Leave No Traces
L— Like the maple leaves of autumn, Red and reflective. But the deepest loneliness. Blooming a light, Make love warm. The end of the day's debris, Only blank pages. Still lovely warm every wounded heart.
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Like the color of love, On the best day, It's not hugging each other, it's finding the feeling of coming back. Accept the scheduled touches with a vigorous mind. Accept your temperature. Let a. kiss leave no trace. Like a. white cherry tree, Beauty is beautifiil. But the deepest loneEness.
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A Poem Written After Appreciating the Beauty of Clove Flowers
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es grow in secluded places.
They all hide their colors in deep places. Green branches and leaves grow in spring. People can't help wondering how they can't write their fragrance. Where do they swing like girls? Flowers like headdresses are so charming. I lament their freedom. Every time a. visitor comes to see them, spring has arrived. They really look like beautiful women. By the time youth passed, only hairpins were left. Now when they were young, The breeze blows like the sound of a piano, a litde sad. Now beautifiil boudoirs can go in. But butterfly's dream always makes people suddenly wake up. Forget those sad thoughts. Let's talk about wine day and night.
Looking at the Sea in Xiangshan City T
1 he prosperity on all sides makes people feel surging.
But what if the endless waves can't be in my hands? As far as I can see, the clouds in the sky are not as high as a goose. Although the sea is endless, it is not as good as swimming fish swimming far. The sun and the moon can be seen as a gust of wind and light ferther away. Heaven and earth are just like air. A young man like me wrote poems on an ancient land. I don't want it to be immortal. I just want someone to understand it.
Answer a Friend's Question
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I J ven if the quiet moonlight is sheared to the heart,
It's just that it's too short to last long. Judging friendship by the amount of alcohol you drink, It's not as emotional as the old knowledge I met in other places. When lonely, people always want to be quiet. Where is the time flowing to our youth? Now that we meet, we don't have to cover up anymore. Let's be happy in spring, a season of flowers.
Praise the Spring
A I \ warm wind from the South blows the pine branches from the north. Both trees and flowers are in bud. Green vitality and red fragrance complement each other. One night's spring breeze can make the world beautiful again.
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Moths
in early spring we saw moths coming out. Dancing in the warm breeze. They fly in pairs with each other. Like a lover, the heart is connected. Although like the lonely and unwelcome people in the moonlight, But they may fly in all kinds of dreams on earth. They start flying into people's windows again. Then stop by the window as if sighing at the world.
The Sigh of Spring
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1 ear and apricot blossoms are about to blossom.
It's another spring. I can't help wondering how short my youth is. The overnight spring rain moistened the plants and trees. The gentle spring breeze makes the flowers grow 骚 ter. At night the moonlight iUuminates the world. Like a beautiful woman, full of charm. Spring dream is good, but there is always a feeling of anxiety. The poems of exclamation can be sung before they are
finished.
Writing Quietly in Spring
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oo many things in the world make people feel depressed. If we could ride horses all over the world, we would not complain. Far from thinking, it's better to calm down like learning the oriole. Even now, it's much better to be naive than before. There are too many stereotypes about spring scenery. Better read a book in a warm climate. Looking at the moon at night and thinking about your ambitions, Tell me that I am not afraid of silence if I want to achieve something big.
Jasmine
its character is as tough as a pine tree. Like a celestial vine in the sky, Spring comes and goes. Its beauty touched many people. The landscape has become old. Who says you're not tired of it? If visitors look at this kind of flower,
You will find it beautiful. By feeEng for flowers, I hope that people's youth will last forever. Even when a hundred flowers blossom, You can also not be afraid of other people's jealousy. My wish is,
Let not life be consumed day and night. Let people no longer lament how difficult life is.
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