"Sleeping with you halfway across China" is actually similar to sleeping with you and being slept with you. This is just
The force of collision between two objects is nothing more than the flower driven by this force.
It is nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened.
In most parts of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up.
Some neglected political prisoners and refugees
Elk and red-crowned crane at gunpoint all the way.
I slept with you through bullets.
I pushed countless nights to sleep with you at dawn.
I am countless, I met one, I sleep with you.
Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies.
Think of some praise as spring
Take a village similar to Hengdian as my hometown.
they
Are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you.
[Farewell] Like a hug in a foreign land: Goodbye, my 20 14.
Like the last farewell in a foreign land: goodbye, my 20 14.
I am slow and sentimental, and I am always left behind.
When they waved, I thought there was still time to waste.
I thought there was still a lot of time to waste.
20 14 is like a simple Metasequoia, full of magpies and sunny.
Say goodbye to a tree and many people, and we will never meet again.
May God keep you safe.
And will I go back to my hometown?
A person who has no hometown is pregnant with the next spring.
Next spring, not far away.
Next spring, there will be no amiable' sister' to meet.
But I thank those who have hurt me deeply.
I also thank myself: for the constant innocence I meet every time.
"I love you" is alive, fetching water, cooking and taking medicine on time every day.
Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
spring