My homework is full of pickles, and I'm studying. We girls tie our braids
I exposed those crooked words in the grain drying field all the salty afternoon
I ironed out a crumpled candy paper and secretly remembered someone's salty appearance
The smell of sawdust picked up by a pencil sharpener was hooking my little finger with the smell of air
It seemed as if it was a verbal agreement. I'm trying hard to whitewash my teeth.
Those air-dried children's young and flat bodies can't get fat.
I'm thinking about the next page of the Mandarin exam at a very different address.
I can easily turn to those past events on the next page.
"Splashing ink on mountains and rivers"
The seal-cut city is inscribed in the rainy season.
The muddy mountains and rivers outside Qingshi City are full of tears < Farewell
Who can't be drawn on the scroll bar
"Youth is like wine"
The fragrance at the end of the rainbow is a winding tide
There are seven colors that can span the colorful past
Egrets are elegantly painted with ink on distant hills
This fragile rainy season is beating on the past with fast-paced drums
.
I poured out a whole box of the yellow past related to you.
The beautiful fragrance of youth like wine was all over the floor.
"Rain in Kyoto"
torii outside the wooden lattice window was like an emotion accustomed to sitting.
A piece of memory that could never fly.
The green of tender bamboo beside a stone lantern was like a light and beautiful tear. P > Breathe in colorful Japanese
The yearning for swimming is desperately prolonging the pronunciation
An indescribable rain with a black-and-white picture
I have flown the farthest boat
I have wrung out the past with moonlight one by one
Memories are like extremely slow and insoluble sugar
Maybe it has been too late to dry in the ebbing waves
. P > After years of screening, it can still be left intact on the beach.
It must have some special shape.
For example, it is ready to set sail after being folded with a newspaper.
The imagination of my childhood's expanding day by day.
"Read a poem to you"
The eaves after the rain are really suitable for wind chimes.
You can see from the window that the sound of the wind just sprouting is very light.
And I. Travel
So all mysteries retreat back into scenery
Only things that are hidden skillfully can grow into dandelions
And then follow them forward without any burden. I am very careful
Because I am afraid of waking up the part of me that only dares to like you in my dreams
So I read a poem to you silently
The action of opening a collection of poems is very careful and light
Just like a cat and a wind chime. I read you a poem
"Home"
The innocent world in the photo. You rode a bike and took Ruan.
You promised to take Ruan with you.
At last, you didn't come.
The paper of the photo is like a knife. Now I know
I really want to know about the air in the whole disappearing age in the photo. Get up slowly
make a cup of hot coffee and drink some stubborn thoughts
we didn't learn how to comfort when crying until the end
but growing up makes people feel tired but there is no way to retreat
e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e- Hanging becomes a kind of loneliness and fear.
We didn't learn how to cry until the end.
Growing up makes people feel tired, but there is no way to retreat.
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e- The clock is a certain time and space in the past. I said you would understand that
the life that has disappeared is impossible to start all over again. I said you are sad.
Whether the sewing machine in the living room makes any noise again? I said you are sad.
Going back to the street as a child is uneasy and mixed with heartbeat. I said you smile.
"Laughed scenery"
The moonlight makes a spike-colored sound. I whine about the pale environment.
It's not just the coniferous forest that stung in the frame. > and my sadness that I was deprived of oxygen at high altitude
A proud vulture hovered out of my eyes that you raised
I'm trying to carefully describe this thing that you fed me with a brush
The vulture continued to fly low around the hills of the nose, and I asked in the regret of the corners of my mouth
How did I finish this work about willingness in the first place
I kept quiet all the way back to this crowded place. In the exhibition hall
no one noticed that I was in the lower right corner of the border picture of the forest, which was explained in color
My screaming love nailed to the wall
was a scenery that was laughed at
"hanging"
The broken walls were littered with sticky corpses and tangled hair
My swollen body was still growing. South Asia
Pretending to turn off the satellite online. Doll
"Destiny"
The smell of smoke is like an iron wire. Twilight
My familiarity with you is slowly ground into a sharp blade.
The youth I used to cut open the cross section began to look for the year when I met you.
In the outermost ring, I saw you closely dependent.
It turns out that I can only be one of your circles in this life.
"Compromise. The wild has repeatedly missed the rainy season
so I gave up the spotless flying
I never missed the withered leaves around me and the oncoming snow
In this world where beauty turns white after all,
Zen
has already settled in meditation. How can I cross the river?
Blue hides in the mountains, but it is difficult to show its loneliness. How embarrassing is it?
Love Thirteen strokes just now. Loose means knife wounds everywhere
The monk pushes the temple gate but can't cross the world of mortals. The tea in the room is already cold
Tears are like misty rain. It's unbearable to say that you are euphemistically sighing in the vernacular.
I'm very unhappy that you are happier than before after breaking up.
Is this a Zen that directly points to people's hearts
Simplicity
Your simplicity is a world of its own
The clouds there are like warm quilts
? The afternoon wind is as easy to fall asleep as a pillow.
Your simplicity becomes a world of its own.
Love plumes into a butterfly. Lovers' endless consideration for food.
Tenderness is full of wilderness. Missing is tightly surrounded like a forest.
In the season of vowing to sow seeds, you can stay together for life in a blink of an eye.
Your simplicity becomes a world of its own.
In the crowd, you can see through several people's foreheads continuously. > Some memory layers in the forebrain
The aquatic plants in the oasis are extremely fertile and lush
tarkan's fierce blade
After that, I can't remember what it is
The lonely city of Mobei, which can't be outlined with a pen
The pure white paper is describing the bloody expedition
I carefully explained the composition of this article with a pen
It is to cut open the cerebellum and dig the grave of the hippocampus
To examine brain cells. The article finally began to have some atmosphere of the Western Han Dynasty.
After the roots of my hometown were dug up and the crops were burned, I couldn't remember what it was.
The camel bells in Dunhuang and the distant sound of the Qiang flute.
The monks lost their piety on business trips and were sacrificed along the way.
The desk lamp in this room began to look for the god of faith.
My disordered handwriting was finally broken through the city gate.
My bloody armor was aimed at by many arrows. You have to wait for reincarnation
So, my dear, who do you call it in this life
Reading under the lamp
Jin Yong's conscious poetry is full of enthusiasm
Wash and drain the moonlight, scoop up a spoonful of ugly tea
An orange calligraphy falls between heaven and earth
This ink color is poetry in a Zen-like dialogue, and poetry is easy to produce false paintings
Let's put the residual poetry aside in the Jianghu, but kill or not kill it. The natural and unrestrained
ordinary people
who put pen to paper between poetry and non-poetry, even smoke billows into the horizon
childhood friends
A lizard who keeps alert at any time goes in and out of the snake market with a disguised skin color
But ants who buy by the scale are seen at a glance by its middle and lower classes
The sun is so strong that the parched air prevents it from shedding its silent reptilian elegant skin. I feel a little more local accent.
After all, I can't get rid of the skin of my hometown. Who said that four feet hidden in the snake's nest are redundant?
Probe into the bed and mistakenly think that the lizard of the snake is just like myself.
I carefully opened the rubble and the lizard disappeared. The current mood
It seems like his childish wow many years ago. It's a pity
I have to put on the coat of the snake and go back to the reptile market after all.
That immature wow is a pity that I was able to walk on my feet.
Rhyme game
Everyone who knows me knows a secret.
At the beginning of the story, a foreshadowing is buried in advance.
Usually, I first sort out the emotions brewed by my own assumptions.
Then I write down two Chinese characters with melodramatic writing.
Tears or flowers.
The word spacing of each paragraph phrase
They. Deliberately please the reading order of the eyes
Try to make the ending look forceful
Of course, there are still a few sighs or parting
in the middle of the story. Is it just to make the story look
self-righteous and beautiful
not all my efforts
piled up? In order to make the last sentence
the last sentence impeccably love you
till death do us part
when I love you the most
leave me at an angle parallel to the horizon
I carefully hand-delivered you to me
an air-dried sadness
carefully planted it in the most conspicuous corner in my memory
and then used it to be unpolluted for my whole life. Mao's intertwined
flowers finally bear fruit
A pair of long cocoons of old hands are touching the outline of me who has loved you for more than 4 years under the tree
The fruit is smiling at me
and proudly telling the soil
It turns out that the so-called love in the world
refers to my
vincent fang's other plain rhyme poems
. You have already left here
and gently think of you crying and saying that you want to leave
They said with a smile that these three lines of words are simply dirty words
Grammatically too simple and plain, with no cohesion
The meaning of words is lacking in literary attainments
The words are like the love tone between middle school students
They are despised and despised in the eyes of poets
. The country is doomed to be completely excluded.
Alas, some things turn out to be redundant.
Where will they know that these three lines are the only thing I am going to take to my grave?
There is a cat's tenderness in my eyes.
When she was extremely light, she occasionally waved a cat's fist.
It was as light as a feather, and there was hardly any weight requirement.
At this moment. Cooked
So I crept to give a whole plate of fish profligacy
A little stinging tenderness woke up the clue that I love her
That day he ordered a past tense
I always felt that her poems were all some words about the port background
This is just like my salty shadow and some overdue worries
This metaphor was quietly copied
dried in unexpected places. Location
We are singing loudly to each other
The ring is an adjective here
The ring is an adjective here to describe a kind of external behavior of Hermon
Swearing is classified as a proper noun and a specific ceremony in a certain time and space
Romance is not explained as much as possible, otherwise it is embarrassing that this
tomb of heroes will eventually mate
Even though the dynasty faced by the generals is vast. Flower shoes make the country so euphemistic
The slender sunset hanging from the eaves of the beam
has sunk into the dyehouse of the Iraqi boudoir
The flag of wine is waving wildly, but the beauty looks back and flashes
The inn where the knife fell has let a piece of rice paper go back and forth between the fish and geese
The hand holding the pen is not strong enough, but the poem of Chinese characters has begun to show its edge
. Visually, you are standing in the countryside, but the lines of the wind are not fresh
It's like the smoke curling in the distant view, but you can't move forward
It's like the eaves where swallows have built their nests, but you can't move forward
Of course, it's not necessary to have a picture of marble soda
In fact, this sentence of quadrangle is enough for childhood
I really don't ask much in my memory. The former
ambiguous color
The smell of sawdust being scratched up is like a completely infatuated plot
My only regret from beginning to end comes from the fact that the lies I told were not pure white and beautiful
such as drinking you with my eyes and then having a hangover, etc.
At night, I carefully carved the faint last quarter moon and ordered a bed with a ticked ending
In the end, I couldn't bear to paint it and ruin everything in my memory
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