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.
It was drizzling, too.
I shook my mother's hand.
No, let him hold my hand.
Go further and farther
More like a child.
The drizzle becomes the mother's white hair
It's become my grey hair.
My mother still takes me by the eyes
Always holding me in silence
Don't let me know
-Whales to the sea, to the mother
In the name of the poem 〉〉 you take my hand with your eyes
People have two lines. One can not pull, can only be pulled over, so along the road
--Zheng, from lovelorn to the end of the world, "glass"
In the name of poetry 〉〉 here to find their own appearance
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A little lighter, a little lighter,
Pay tribute to those who live and are living.
To the farmers ' market in tribute to the small eggplant raised high,
Also salute to the dubious wanderer.
Oh, hail your bicycle in the rain
It is happy.
Don't get cold, good life
We have to pay for fee.
The rain stops, you might as well count our stamens.
How many worlds are there?
How many people have been silenced.
I would like to hear the true cicada at this moment.
--Liao Wei, we write, but we write life.
When life is lighter, you can hear and feel happy.
In the name of poetry 〉〉 to their own words, the pursuit of the most wanted life
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A flash in the sky
and covered with dark clouds
The rain washed
The negatives of my soul
Sometimes under the rain, let the bad mood follow the raindrops flow away, wash the dust of the soul.
In the name of the poem 〉〉 Give Yourself a moment of solitude
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Let's confirm the florescence.
The scenery must be complete
Travel must be completed
But why don't you just deny the distance?
We like it when you're here.
In the small wind and rain
Tell us the story of the flowers.
Maybe it's Molly.
Maybe it's the orchid.
The gesture you're gesturing
The petals of a story to be brushed aside
Galaxy. Your likeness is gentle,
It was night.
We can't admit it yet.
The best has come
--el,〈 Why don't you deny the distance? --To Yasmin ahmad〉
The best, has come, when you realize that you are in the best of times.
In the name of poetry 〉〉 mature is to see flowers bloom bright, know the beauty of flower Xie