I remember that when I was a teenager,
everyone was sincere
There was a saying
In the morning, the railway station
The long street was dark and deserted
The small shop selling soybean milk was steaming
In the past, the sun changed slowly
Cars, horses and mails were slow
Only one person could be loved in a lifetime
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Although Lu Ye's poems are more brilliant, they share the same feelings. I like to call it "ancient complex" ~
Some humble opinions. Laugh.
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I'll take a wooden comb to see you
Go to the province with you, the city with 118 degrees east longitude and 32 degrees north latitude in the south wind of youth
.
I don't have a treasure chest, but this mahogany comb
combs my worries and slight migraine.
There, I want you to give me a nickname.
Call me after those plants that have been planted all over the world:
Plum blossom, cinnamon, jasmine, Pterocarya stenoptera or water chestnut will do.
They are all my sisters, homesickness in previous lives.
We live near the water.
The river around us is called Yangzi, and that river is called Canal.
There is also a ferry named Guazhou.
We eat water shield bass and drink "Biluochun" and glutinous rice wine under the carved wooden window.
Write poems that make Luoyang paper expensive.
Talk about life on the chessboard.
Use one.
I often want to go back to ancient times, enter the ink landscape
live a happy life called Qinyuanchun or Rumengling
I am your lady with a light arm around her head, and you are my official who broke my official career.