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Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown!

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It was love at first sight with Simboska.

They believe in each other.

It was the instantaneous burst of enthusiasm that brought them together.

Such a certainty is beautiful.

But fickleness is even more beautiful.

They had never met.

So they were sure they had nothing to do with each other.

But from the street, the stairs, the lobby.

The words that came.

They may have passed by a million times.

I want to ask them if they remember.

The moment the turnstile faces each other.

Or muttering sorry in the crowd.

Or on the other end of the ** said the typo.

But I knew the answer.

Yes they don't remember.

They'll be amazed.

It turns out that fate has teased them for years.

The time is not yet ripe.

become their fate.

Fate pushes them forward.

Distance blocks their way.

Hold back laughter. Then flash aside.

There are some signs and signals that are there.

Even if they can't decipher it yet.

Maybe three years ago.

Or just last Tuesday.

There is a certain leaf fluttering in.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Something fell and picked it up.

God knows, maybe that's the one.

A ball that disappeared into the bushes of childhood.

There are things that have been touched beforehand.

Layer upon layer.

Doorknobs and doorbells.

Suitcases placed side by side after inspection.

One night maybe the same dream.

By morning it was blurry.

Each starts. After all, it's just a sequel.

And a book full of plots.

Always start with a half-way point.

Maximum distance.

Rabindranath Tagore's farthest distance in the world.

Not the distance between life and death.

but I stand before you.

But you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not me standing in front of you.

But you don't know that I love you.

It's love to obsession.

But you can't say I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I love you.

I want you to be heartbroken.

But I can only bury it deep in my heart.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I miss you.

It's about loving one another.

But they can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not love one another.

But they can't be together.

But it was obviously impossible to resist this breath.

But I have to pretend I don't care.

The farthest distance in the world is not that it is obviously impossible to resist this breath.

But I have to pretend I don't care.

but with an indifferent heart.

Between you and the people who love you.

A ditch was dug that could not be crossed.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not tree-to-tree distance.

Rather, it is a branch that grows from the same root.

But they can't cling to each other in the wind.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that the branches can't cling to each other.

It's stars looking at each other.

But there is no intersecting trajectory.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not a trajectory between the stars.

Rather, even though the trajectories converge.

But in the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be found.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not like you're nowhere to be found in an instant.

Rather, they have not yet met.

It is destined not to be able to get together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It is the distance between the fish and the bird.

One in the day. One dives deep to the bottom of the sea.

Life is precious, but love is even more valuable. If it is free, both can be thrown.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not the distance between life and death, but I'm right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you -- Tagore has a flower and a world, a world of dust and a heaven, his hands hold infinity, and an instant is eternal -- Blake leaves no trace in the sky, but the birds have flown by—Tagore.

The world speaks to me with pictures, and my heart responds with **--- Tagore's innocence as a child and the sanity of an old man are the fruits of two seasons. — United Kingdom Blake Winter is coming, will spring be far away? - Shelley.

If you weep over the loss of the sun, then you will also lose the stars. - Rabindranath Tagore.

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

- Rabindranath Tagore. The sky leaves no trace of birds, but I have flown over.

- Rabindranath Tagore. The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I am standing in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

- Rabindranath Tagore. Winter is coming, will spring be far away?

- Shelley. When the beautiful leaves fall, the branches of life are visible.

Neruda.

I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

Meeting the right person at the right time is a lifetime of happiness;

At the right time, meeting the wrong person is a heartache;

Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is absurd;

Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh.

Prosperous tossing and turning, and finally becoming a parting song.

Like the smoke of the past, like the flow of water. In the reflection of the building, who is silent? Who's crying ...... lowlyIn front of the Palace of Eternal Life, I was not born, and I was old.

Mistake Zheng Chouyu.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is a little window closed.

The sound of my Dada's horses' hooves is a beautiful mistake.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

I stood in the wind, and the broom in my hand swept the scattered glass to the darkest corners of my heart.

The moon in the sky is like a ring overnight, and the night is a ring.

In such purity, the food is oneself, the person who cooks is oneself, and the person who eats the food is still oneself. Just as love is oneself, knowing that it is oneself that loves oneself, it is still oneself who remembers this love. I tasted myself one by one, and through the cup of time, I got myself drunk.

10 poems by Paul Celan.

1 "Fog Corner".

The mouth in the hidden mirror, the pillar of self-esteem, the fence of the cage in hand: