laitimes

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

Poem by poem Original poems and dreams every day, don't rub shoulders with me anymore

Join the circle and join us in the ocean of poetry to feel the beauty and tenderness ~ meet like-minded friends

(Circle cards have been added here, please check out the today's headlines client)

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

A whisper from a poem to you: In addition to the beautiful original poems, there are also "philosophical sentences" recommendations at the end of the text. Well worth a read ♥

"Summer Rain"

Text/Li Junhuai

Lightning

The wind is blowing

You are an unruly tyrant

Quick as a wink

The appearance between heaven and earth changes suddenly

Heavy rain

No bureaucracy, neat and neat

Dirty, dusty

And those who are deliberately careful

What a pleasure

Have a pure feeling

Can be frank, chest without a little dust

Grown in those years

Soft love, long pain

Far less than a sudden summer rain

So direct

So clear

Summer rain

It's a confession, it's a confession

It's the end, it's the new life

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

【Group poems】Text/Chen Baowen

Ink Marks

There will always be some memories, stained by time

And I, hiding in the arms of the night

Clutching the past bitterly, waiting to be bleached

My fingertips, dripping with the warmth you want

Daze is my usual trick, a thin pen

How to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

On the ceiling, fixed gaze

All invisible wounds oozed red

The origin of the fate is extinguished, like a shooting star

A flash, is coming

In another flash, it is gone

Frozen in mid-air, waiting, began to drip

On the plain note, it is poured into a black

Only the night knew that it was not ink marks, but teardrops

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

"Waddling"

I always remember those big hands

With warmth, I grabbed my childhood

The summer evening breeze is very light

I stagger into your gaze and walk into the setting sun

The sunlight was golden and was pouring over the face

Through laughter, overflowing with sweetness and happiness along the way

The sunset was still there, but the wrinkles were deeper

The silver wire glowed and stung the eyes

I used forty years to put the toddler

Shift to your feet and drag the vicissitudes

In the vicissitudes, it is full of kindness

I held the wizened weight and walked through the memories

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

Silent Color

Night, always awake

With the moonlight, sacrifice a straw

Straw could not save anyone's life, including Haizi

I took some words and pulled them out of my body

Such as paranoia, stubbornness, sensitivity and loneliness

Soak in the wind and wait to melt

Desires always refuse to go to sleep, they

Get used to black, get used to wrapping yourself in starlight

Climb to a height and disguise itself as a lighthouse

Insomnia memories, pained by the emaciated

I asked a nocturnal cat

Dawn is already on the way

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window

【Philosophical sentences】

1. Please believe that the resilience of life is amazing, cooperate with your upward heart, and do not give up the love for yourself. ——Sanmao, "Dear Sanmao"

2. Don't give up until the last minute. In the end, it is not lucky to get good things, and sometimes, there must be a painstaking management in the front, and then there is a chance encounter in the back. ——Zhang Xiaoxian

3. On the road of life, we can only look forward to the future, can we move forward, and only by looking back at the past can we understand life. —Anna Kundran, "I haven't walked, how can I understand"

4. You can never climb a mountain for the rest of your life, but you must have a mountain in your heart. It makes you always climb high, it makes you always have a direction to struggle, it makes you look up at any moment and see your hope. ——Liu Yong, "Direction"

5. Life cannot wait for others to arrange it, to fight and struggle for it yourself; regardless of whether the result is joy or sorrow, but it is comforting that you have never lived in this world in vain. —— Lu Yao, "Ordinary World"

6. There is no secret to success at all, if there is, there are two: the first is to stick to the end and never give up; the second is when you want to give up, go back and look at the first secret, stick to the end, never give up. —Winston Churchill

7. Maybe what we fear is that everything will be set in stone, so we must embrace change. For as someone said, everything will end in joy. If everyone hasn't rejoiced yet, trust me, it's not over yet. ——The movie "Foreign-related Hotel"

There is a very cute person in the world, this person is looking at this article after reading don't forget to like and forward Oh, every time you click a like, my heart will blossom an extra flower. More original poems:

Sober sentences and original poems are too real and heartfelt, but also touching

I want to tell you that you are my heartbeat code

Yu Jun is in the breeze and summer lotus season, such as a deer bumping into the heart, unable to speak

The kind of tidal wave that wants to be so fragrant and missed, wave after wave

Three o'clock in the afternoon is suitable for meeting, six o'clock in the evening is suitable for missing, and eleven o'clock in the evening is suitable for sleeping together

Are you trying to rummage through a sentence again, just to show that person, click on it?

The author | original poetry | Li Junhuai/Chen Baowen, pen name Mo Li and Yun Shu, a native of Pingquan City, Hebei Province, like a free life, began to learn to write poetry in 2015. (The end sentence quotes Sanmao / Zhang Xiaoxian / Anna Kundran / Liu Yong / Lu Yao / Winston Churchill / Movie "Foreign-related Hotel" thanks to the American masterpiece) Figure | Wang Xiaohu (a poem and an original handwriting) (Dynamic image source heap sugar invasion delete Gratitude Meitu)

A thin pen, how to smear loneliness, like the lonely black outside the window