Every week at this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, the absence of the reality of the turmoil, the woman fans only read poems for you.
Don't ask me why I've been standing there
That was my wish for years.
On your way to the night
I'm not moving.
A light.
Street lamp
--Drop, wish
In the name of the poem 〉〉 Love opens in a corner
So I decided never to be a man waiting to be brought up. Thank you for the
-- Wang Xiao Miao MiaoWang, I don't write you a card this year.
In the name of poetry 〉〉 meal Travel walk stop, a person's time only belong to oneself
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From tomorrow on, be a happy person.
Feed the horses, chop the wood, travel around the world
From tomorrow on, care for food and vegetables
I have a house, facing the sea, with spring blossoms
From tomorrow onwards, and every loved one to communicate
Tell them about my happiness.
That happy Lightning told me
I'm going to tell everyone
Give each river every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I also bless you
May you have a bright future.
May you have a lover and a spouse.
May you have happiness on earth
I just want to face the sea, with spring blossoms
--Haizi, facing the sea, with spring blossoms
In the name of the poem 〉〉 from now on, be a happy person
Once in a while, we cry.
For the pain of others
Once in a while, we can even see the wind.
Once in a while, we love
Even if love has been hindered
We don't always want enough.
We don't want too much.
We keep pushing the wrong door
Occasionally, you can accidentally
Access to the right
Knowing that everything is always in vain
We day after day
Talk to the same direction
And occasionally there's another sound
In response to our
Even if it's so weak
Even if only occasionally
And occasionally there's another sound
And occasionally there's another sound
Excerpt to--concealment, "bosom friend", "how can"
In the name of the poem 〉〉 wrote a letter to the past has been crying, once hurt himself
I have come here
No one in the garden, there seems to be rain
A wet hanging rope. Clothing
It's already dry, under the eaves.
Now I'm warm, there's room for that
To think of a peaceful and
Vague floral, soft mind
You're hesitating.
I have come here
--Lindayang, "I've come here", the late paper plane.
In the name of poetry 〉〉 youth scenery still
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