A chair, a few, we sat in the window.
Aroma Yingying, strands of white mist curl. We are each other depending on the, warm with each other, the common reading materials Autumn Night.
You activate me this evening, or I refresh your evening?
You take my evening optimization, or I put you tonight sublimation?
Faint moonlight, has been away from us. Streaks of neon light in peripheral vision to steal in, the moment of our kiss and set-piece in the white wall, we very much like that of the meditation of the Monju. Needless to say nothing, a myriad of silence is everything. Just as in the Buddha's smile, to all the expression, to all the interpretations.
Off the noise outside the room, the impulsive off outside the room to outside the room off the temptation to bring the story of those who should not belong to us off outside the room.
We do not care about the deep and shallow night, black and white.
Only you and me.
Only and you alone, I have a kind of relaxed, and only in your companionship, I can release myself, back in your own.
Since you are driving into the distance walking in the mountains, with fresh, pure and simple, there was the original unchangeable.
You then strands of fragrance in room floating, floating around in my soul.
What are you talking a good life, or simply not to be complex ethical custody. Busy life and loneliness of life go their Yangguan Dao, which it can not be greater, which is more happy, which is more happy.
You say life is your shape, lose a form of another shape, curl fragrance is your God, dyed green water is your shape. How can we be limited to Orders? In fact, there is no one thing is to give up can not afford to lose since that the most important thing, monsters are not down.
To give you added the water, in fact, I continued with the situation, continued with my thoughts, my crazy.
Light of the cup, full of my thoughts, faded color, concentrated in poetry.
Meng night, leaving only corner to hook on to the ancient city of hook Rumeng Xiang.
I am gentle with your mouth on my night very tired and only if we jealously guarding its loneliness.
Bring you into poems?
Elegant in the night sky, then this is the kind of happiness?
一椅，一几，我们对坐在窗前。
香气盈盈，缕缕白雾袅袅。我们互视着，温馨着对方，共同品读秋夜。
是你把我的今晚激活，还是我把你的今晚刷新？
是你把我的今晚优化，还是我把你的今晚升华？
淡淡的月光，已经离我们远去。几缕霓虹灯的余光偷进来，把我们亲吻的瞬间，定格在洁白的墙上，我们极像了那打坐的文殊。什么也不用说，无边无际的沉默就是一切。就像那佛者的微笑，把一切表达，把一切诠释。
把喧闹关在房外，把浮躁关在房外，把诱惑关在房外，把那些不该属于我们的故事关在房外。
我们不用关心夜的深与浅，黑与白。
只有你和我。
只有和你独处时，我才有一种放松，也只有在你的陪伴下，我才可以释放我自己，回归自己。
你从那绝尘的深山走来，带着清新，纯真，质朴，还有那原始的坚贞。
你那缕缕清香就在房中飘荡，在我的灵魂中飘荡。
你在说人生还是简单的好，不要被复杂的伦理羁押。热闹的生活与寂寞的人生各走各的阳关道，说不上哪个更高明，哪个更快活，哪个更幸福。
你说人生就是你的形态，失去一个形态还有另一个形态，袅袅清香是你的神，染绿了的水是你的形。怎能局限在常规呢？其实，没有一种东西是舍弃不掉的，失去了自以为最重要的东西，天塌不下来。
给你续着水，其实是续着我的情，续着我的思念，我的疯狂。
浅了杯子，满了我思念，淡了色彩，浓了诗情。
孟秋的夜，只剩下一弯勾月，把古城勾入梦乡。
我把你轻轻的含在我的口里，夜已经很累，只有我们独守寂寞。
能把你化成诗吗？
飘逸在夜的上空，那该是怎样的快乐？