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The silence of Banzaguru Baima.

Cangyang Gyatso

You see, or you don't see me.

I was right there.

Don't be sad or happy You read it, or you don't think of me.

The love is there.

Don't come or don't you love, or don't love me.

The love is there.

Neither increase nor decrease You follow, or don't follow me.

My hand is in yours.

I don't want to give up on coming to my arms.

Or let me dwell in your heart.

Silently in love.

Silence and joy.

Of Cangyang Gyatso's many poems, this one is the favorite. Here, love has surpassed mundane love, just quietly love. Persistent but not obsessed, obsessed but not complaining.

This one is used to confess well:

Bees surround the flower branches.

Fly. Longing for the deep mellow fragrance.

I searched and searched.

Stupefied. I can't get rid of my thoughts about you.

Stand on the balcony. The heart flew out.

Fly into the confused night.

Fly to you far away.

Write it yourself, if you can't write it, it means that you are not inspired, and if you don't feel it, it means that you are not interested in him, and if you are not interested, what else are you talking about, blow

I'm waiting for you, Xu Zhimo.

I am waiting for you. I looked out at the dusk.

As if looking into the future, my heart is blinded by my hearing.

Why haven't you come yet? Wish.

Flowering is allowed on every second.

I wait for your steps, your smiles, your face, your soft hair, everything that awaits you;

Hope on every second.

Dead Are you a**?

I want you, I want my heart to ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist, your hair and the flying stars in the corners of your eyes;

I fell into an intoxicated atmosphere, like an island, involuntarily in the ups and downs of the python green waves, ...... involuntarily

Oh, I desperately want to.

Your coming, longing.

That magical one.

Open to the top of time!

Why don't you come, bear with me!

You know, I know you know, you don't come from me as a fatal blow, killing the spring of my life, teaching the darkness that is as solid as iron in a mine, oppressing my mind and breathing;

Kill the poor sprout of hope, and deliver me, like a prisoner, to me.

Jealousy and sorrow, shame of life.

with the cruelty of despair.

Maybe it's idiot. Maybe it's stupid.

I believe I am indeed a fool;

But I can't turn a rudder that is already oriented, and the wind of all directions will not allow me to hesitate

I can't turn back, fate drives me!

I also know that this is mostly the direction.

The road to destruction, but.

For you, for you, I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.

Silly! I want to shatter the fibers of a life.

To touch a woman's heart!

What you want to win, what you can win, at most.

A tear of hers, an indifferent sneer of hers;

But I'm willing, even though.

The news of my powder came to me.

A boulder, she saw me.

A rat in a crypt, a worm, I'm still willing!

Foolishness is true, it is unconditional, and God cannot call one back.

The obsessed heart is like a general.

Sometimes soldiers who have been on the dead line are brought back.

In vain, everything is in vain, and your non-coming is undeniable reality, though my heart burns with a fierce fire, hungry for all your things, your hair, your laughter, your hands and feet;

Any delusions and prayers.

It can't be shortened by a small inch.

The distance between you and me!

It's already dusk outside.

The darkness of the night, the snow and ice hanging on the branches, the birds and finches have their chirping, and silence is the universe that wears filial piety in unison.

The needles on the clock kept comparing each other.

Subtle gestures, like pointing, like sympathy, like mockery, every time I get to the point of impressing, I sound it.

of my own heart.

The death knell buried alive.

The rest of your life is long, so why panic.

Thank you for showing up; People who protect with their lives in this life;

Butterflies in the past and today, I wish the two butterflies to accompany each other.

Enjoying the flowers and watching the moon with his wife, the butterflies dance and fly to this life.

This is a poem I wrote, 08 years and the heart of the people in the two places, helpless to write a poem, the most important thing is to understand each other's hearts, truly trust each other, to endure loneliness and helplessness. I think as long as two people are happy together and treat it sincerely, no matter what the result is, they can face it with a smile, even if they break up.

Laughing and crying. In short, cherish, sincerely! Charge!

If you treat each other honestly, you will definitely close the distance, because how much you pay in terms of feelings will be rewarded! When we are together, talk about things that the other person likes and try what the other person is interested in. Slowly, the two of them will completely merge together! I wish you a happy love!

Not everyone who passes by will know each other, and not everyone who knows each other will be worried.

At least we didn't miss the ...... in this life, in that place, when we turned around

Even if you said I was in the wrong time......

Maybe we have all forgotten ourselves and experienced that sincere love.

It's just that there is a relationship that can no longer continue, there is a person who can no longer snuggle up to each other, there is a voice that can no longer ring in the ears, and there is a pair of hands that can no longer hold the temperature and comfort of the palms.

Not every love has beautiful memories, and not every memory is so unforgettable.

Since we can't grow old together, let me celebrate the annihilation hand here to bless you.

Because you are a concern that I will never be able to part with in this life. It's just that no amount of thoughts and worries can be exchanged for the days when I had you.

It turns out that it is not easy to love you as it is to give up on you.

Although you are vague about the questions I have asked, I still give the most sincere heart.

If you really love me, then I am happy. Even if I can't go to the end of the world with you, my heart is still worried about you.

I will pray and bless you forever, may you be happy --- safe forever.

When you're unhappy, I want to shed tears with you. When you're unhappy, I want to be your pistachio.

When you're lonely, I want to talk to you. When you're sad, I'm just as depressed as you are.

When you dream of me, that's when I miss you again.

I don't want you to give me too much, I don't want any promises from you, and I don't want any worries from you.

I don't want you to remember me deeply, I don't want you to remember everything we used to do.

I just want you to think of me occasionally, occasionally think of the person who once loved you so deeply, the person who once gave you tenderness with a smile--- gave you a complete heart.

Remember! Your world, I once really came to ......

Roselle Fu...Its shape is also, like a frightened companion, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems like a light cloud.

The moon is fluttering, like the flowing wind and reeds burying the round snow. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared.

The Book of Poetry, Wind and Drumming

Beat the drum and bored its liquid, and enthusiastically use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, and I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.

The six-fingered piano of drunken eyes.

One finger piano, [I] pour acacia to send bosom friends, snow red plum Jiaorui powder, Duling frost and cold, elegant Dexin, wake up the flower people.

Two-fingered piano, [of] true love is deep, the world will never be separated, Qingqing I and I, the grace of fish and water, how to give up a piece of heart.

Three-fingered piano, [love] to the bone and unforgettable, life and death depend on the monarch's body, tenderness and sweetness, the phoenix is coming, and the poetry and rain are one after another.

Four-fingered piano, [only] shadow has neighbors, eternal affection in this life, love is like glue paint, respect is like a friend, soft and homophonic.

Five-fingered piano, [have] a thousand miles of three lives, and the lotus root is connected, the purple swallow is winged, Mei Yan boils people, and the branches contain fragrance.

Six-fingered piano, [you] love me for thousands of years, never abandon the heavenly wheel, under the moon before the flower, strolling in the red dust, the dream finally comes true.

I step into the autumn mountains to plant red beans, and Aiyi often dreams of flowers and clouds. You caress the green willows in spring, and the beautiful eyebrows are reading Handan. The sea is dry and the sky is desolate, and the graceful shadow floats in my heart.