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Brother, life is like a short trip.
The place I want to go is far away.
But brother, I'm not sure at all.
Why do the days pass in such a hurry?
I don't even have time to see the pride of grass.
Look closely at the pain of flowers and embrace the sadness of the moon.
You know how afraid I am of the sunset.
Fear of no light after sunset, fear of eternal night.
The night is like a long grass around my delicate feet.
Brother, I want you to talk to me all the time.
We can't sleep. You know the last thing I want.
The last thing I want is to be in that boundless darkness
Let go of each other's hands, how helpless.
Brother, you take me away, and then nothing.
You know the last thing I want, the last thing I want is to be in the boundless darkness.
Let go of each other's hands, how helpless.
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Brother, you are on the horizon, dreaming of summer nights.
In the moonlight, you can see the ancient willows by the Sanggan River and the stone benches under the trees.
Brother, you put your horse by the river yesterday.
The grass sings in the white horse's wide mouth.
But tonight, there is only the moon by the river.
There are only stars in Sanggan River, and there is no you by the river.
And no white horse.
Brother, I am driving the grass alone and growing by the river.
Take them to the horizon, to your new cabin by the Hulan River.
I hope sunshine and dew grow on every grass tip.
I sat on the dew and looked at you.
Look at my brother putting his horse by the river, and the grass is in the wide mouth of Baima.
Sing happily.
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Brother, the past is dark.
I know, I can't go back
There is no decent road to yesterday.
To the intersection where we waved.
Brother, the future is also dark.
I know I'm not their will, but they are mine.
No honest promise is dedicated to tomorrow.
Brother, life is like three points.
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Everything goes back and forth between these three points.
Dude, I'm not going back. I don't expect anything. I'm only with you.
Let's spread out and take a walk together today.
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Brother, time flies, gently lift your eyelashes.
Can't be seen in winter
Our story is catching up with sunshine and happiness.
It's in the palm of my hand, hidden gently for so many years.
Brother, you say
Snow is a candle on your fingertips, warm.
Fine flowers and uneasiness in May
Our garden can grow both happiness and sadness.
Brother, let's call together, call together.
The sweetness and smiling face of peaches
The light and care of this spring
I can't let it go in my life.
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Brother, I can sing when I miss you.
Will also let the breeze penetrate my loneliness
Stand at a certain time and listen to the Hulan River.
The sound of walking in outer space
Brother, you have to wait for me. I have exhausted all the stops I want to reach in my life.
You must comb my tired long hair for me.
You will know that my happiness and my tears fall into my dreams every night.
Falling into a distant border town, the moonlight is silent.
Then, let the sun catch our spring.
Snow White dreams until it grows old.
Go to your eyes.
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Green comes from the south.
Dude, just like I'm staring at you.
My heart is like a cloud in the wind, and I am at a loss.
Before I leave, all the flowers should stand upright.
Your eyes stirred up all the twisted days
The details of a love song are enough to move my bones.
Brother, you went back the same way, and I was on the day you left.
In your deep-rooted footwell, cry loudly.
Open into a rose
Open into a heartbreak all over the mountains.
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Brother, there are wheat fields and rape fields on the moon, and you.
I often chat with them at midnight.
Say something you can't say, to yourself and yourself.
The cold snow and stars have all gone home.
I wrote some sad words, which filled the days when you were away.
Brother, I'm tired after so long.
Look at that tree, stop in time.
Shake off all the leaves in the warm sunshine.
It has no power to raise its shadow.
Brother, who is covering the throat of time?
Everything is quiet, quiet.
Not a word?
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Brother, waiting is like flowers and fireflies in July.
Full of white expressions.
The golden color of October is aging in fairy tales.
Brother, you may not believe this.
It's ridiculous that Qinchuan grass doesn't grow for 800 miles.
Survival is the only thing if you don't sell your soul.
What else can paper tickets get?
What are the withered clouds and flowers saying to the streamer?
Your heart or mine is pounding and breaking into the soil under your toes.
The soil is full of loneliness and the water is squeezed out.
Drowning the morning, drowning the sunshine and hope.
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If I can't
I can't drink the flowing moonlight with you anymore.
I can't bear to stay away from it, but I have a strong attachment, which is everywhere.
Brother, when you think of me, please
Call my name gently
The universe is boundless and the stars are so beautiful.
But, man, we are covered in blood.
But I have to say goodbye to death.
A vast forest, green and sad.
The road is gone, and the birds are old.
Dude, no matter how we face it.
You can't find a new world.
Looking up or down, a handful of dirt smells like Buddha's mercy.
Brother, if I can't hug the tenderness of moonlight with you again.
When you think of me, please.
Call my name gently and look at the stars all over the sky.
Is shining towards you.
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Brother, how weak we are.
When the wind blows, I don't know where my home is, just like smoke.
The firewood, trees and seedlings in front of the cigarette are hard all the way.
So gentle, I can't stand the past.
The green radish on the windowsill is green for no reason.
Touching the sun is so pure, like love.
No flowers, no fruit, just so persistent beauty.
Brother, we refuse to grow up.
Make the crosscutting sickle sick.
Huge sky, a sun goes in and out alone.
Brother, let's dive into the water to sing or confess.
The moonlight will sneak in and eavesdrop on the crimson breath.
The shadow broke in the middle, and the west wind stuck to the water and cried.
All over the world, wrinkles
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Life is the color of snowflakes.
The flowing intermediate color covered the moonlight.
Even if it is dark, even if it is the erratic wind in front of you.
Brother, pink, light yellow, light green and another high hillside.
If you don't go down, life will not go down.
We should hold on to bird songs this spring.
Let life approach a poem of snowflake color.
Fall into your hands like snowflakes, like a kiss that cuts off the season.
Chimonanthus praecox is prosperous in spring and summer.
Brother, the blood in my chest, the surging language.
I want to say the color of snowflakes, and snowflakes fall.
The emergence of life
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How to distinguish between life and death
Brother, who is the owner of the closed eyes room?
Wake up and go to bed. Let some time stay on your forehead and hair tips.
Wandering winds pass through cities and villages.
Don't look back, it must have taken something.
Sitting in the fog, sitting in the dark, no direction.
Should we cry like a child who has lost his mother?
Dude, the way I touch running water with my hands.
Feel the passage of time with your heart.
It's quieter like a seed sticking out of the skin.
Close to spring, close to you, close to another year
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Time, sometimes like a well.
Sometimes it looks like a cigarette.
Wandering, wet and cold, trying to catch some truth.
But it's like the wind
Brother, the flowers that bloom at night are lonely.
The moon falls like a pitying eye.
That wisp of incense rides the starlight
Home is on the horizon, looking up at the night sky.
I can't wake you up, I can't wake up the other side, I can't wake up yesterday.
Brother, the dream of falling snow and night
Also stumbled
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Brother, there is a gap in your commitment.
There is a gap in your smile.
Integrity is a luxury, just like the broken arm of a beautiful God.
Brother, do you believe in the wind? Do you believe me?
Do you believe in time or others?
Dignity leaves only scars after impulse.
The cry of redemption is like the mission of falling snow.
Cover the body, not healed for many years.
ache
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Brother, the quietest time, when you are alone.
You will want to cry, and you will cry again and again.
Come and go, I want to cherish time.
Slide over eyelashes and fingers.
You don't refuse or avoid my sadness.
Even my distant eyes will be broken.
Brother, you are always far away, and you.
A rose, red as blood, fell in the night.
Fall into the dark door and disappear
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It's getting light.
The sun still shines through the first glass on the left.
Sweep the curtains and hit the wall, and life goes on.
Brother, yesterday was the commotion in my dream last night.
I want to choose to forget and turn around and leave.
Such a bright morning sun, in the morning
Tears can't flow easily, and some unpleasantness can be temporarily put down.
March came, April came, May or June.
Peach blossoms are ashamed, pear blossoms are white.
Running time, running style, crowd, past events.
Dude, there must be something.
What was left on the road.
A person, a tree, a bird, or a mood.
Perhaps, they have forgiven.
These are great pains.
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A withered face, growing in the wind.
The fragrance of flowers rises and falls, and it is beautiful again and again.
Dude, there's always something to look forward to.
The world is hungry and humble.
The sound of dead time at night
I think I can.
Let time pass through your body in your own way.
Choose your own love to leave, choose the light, forget and give up.
Choose the east wind and rain, choose good love.
Wake up again and again
Brother, I still have you.
There is a smile, happiness and distance, not the distant northeast.
Real persuasion and entrustment
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Brother, actually, I don't like poetry to be sad.
Some crimson breath and warmth.
If you can put it in, put it in a glass dream.
More spring breeze, more houses and smog.
Smile in the mirror
A fool faces another fool.
Soul, rewritten as leaves and flowers
Brother, when we meet and know each other, we will be brilliant in smoke.
Brilliance into stories and streamers
Green yarn account, large green yarn account
Sweep the sky
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Brother, I see one is depressed and the other is happy.
If we empty all this,
Maybe it will be as simple as grass.
Everyone has a share of sunshine and rain, and everyone has a share of land.
Never mind the snow, never mind the dew like tears.
Life no longer needs taste and passion.
All kinds of feet step on your head.
Let the animals chew it up and then flee back to the soil.
Brother, the night is surrounded by candlelight and life.
Go to a lower place, any kind of seclusion.
Are silent.
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Brother, the desolate border town, thoughts roll in the depths.
Distant, untouchable warmth
A full moon approaches the abandoned wilderness again and again.
What do you hear, see and care about?
There is no possibility of walking back and no possibility of coming again.
Who is it, it is difficult to give up the east wind and come again, and the flowers will come again?
Brother, a decline, an eternal decline.
For whom to sleep, and for whom to catch the stars in the daytime.
Put it in a silver plate like the moon.
Tink?
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Flowers are not sad, and clouds are not sad.
They can't say it, and we don't understand it.
Tonight, an old song is crying in the wind.
The bright moon still shines on the horizon, sleepless. Who is lonely?
Osmanthus fragrans has been in bloom for a long time, but it will last for a thousand years.
Iraqis are not old for thousands of years.
Dude, I want to count the time.
Fantastic imagination comes from your town.
In the ancient town, your persistence raised the blue sky.
you said
Many dirty things go clockwise after entering the city.
Together, in the dark
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Where light can't get in, there are some mysteries.
The valley is like a person's long hair, and the mirror is silent.
Brother, the grass under the stone steps is curled up.
Thin breath and night wind struggle
You are far away, and you can hear the sunset.
Some sadness and loneliness
Brother, you gently shout out the sun.
Before dawn, wake up dreams and shout out smoke.
Gather together in the form of water.
Reach the purity of a mountain
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I want to find a quiet corner.
Give sleep an excuse to stay away from noise.
Dude, life is hard to catch up with time.
Some people begin to forget their fantasies and how to smile.
The softness and strength of water are the characteristics of fire.
Unforgettable secrets are like the night.
Unexplained loneliness and pain
Brother, a city thousands of miles away.
The wind and rain are silent
Everything is getting lower and simpler.
Heartbeats, eyes, conversations.
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Snowflakes are fluttering tonight
This city can't even find a shadow
Brother, Cher's rustling footsteps stepped on the window lattice.
Which is your eye and which is your promise?
These decades are just a wave of weak gas.
Idle away a few years
Brother, old and wild can't match fate.
Thousands of miles away, the sound of the river falling.
You are you, I am still me.
Simple kindness makes ChanJuan cry.
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Into the dark night, only cold.
Cold through bone marrow
Brother, snowflakes didn't bring the expected romance.
Our cities, villages and roads are buried.
Into the cold, into the wind split by snowflakes.
The hurried footsteps of pedestrians, flushed faces and white smoke from nostrils.
Dude, we don't need to please anything.
Be happy for the darkness and strangeness behind your eyes.
The dead leaves of a tree spin into the soil, and a tree is empty.
Brother, when spring comes, they will still stand on the branches.
Look at the green leaves.
They are all our old acquaintances.
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Brother, when we met,
You call softly, just like today.
A person who works hard in a remote town often
On a quiet night, facing the starry sky.
Say a poem that doesn't rhyme, and give it thousands of miles away.
That blue breath
Brother, the blue breath extends into the dream of snowflake.
Bai Yueguang in the dream, hugging the window lattice.
Just like the spring breeze, just like the rebirth of everything.
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Face April again
Flowers blown by the wind, yesterday's acquaintance
There is no need to express faint sadness.
Brother, the beauty immersed in the lake.
As time goes by, the spring of pear blossoms repeats.
The days of hanging gently on the eyelashes have come again and again.
Grow like the tide
Brother, every time my long hair dances.
You are all in the same direction, turning east.
Yang, Yang again.
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Spring is coming
The red color of peach blossoms penetrated into the bones.
Nothing can occupy the soul so easily.
People have good times of being fat and thin.
Brother, there is a yearning that is incompatible with this season.
The fragrance of flowers is a disease, every time you go.
All this is like a blade that pierces the heart, and endless spring comes and goes.
Brother, we must get used to a kind of pain.
Like the sun and the moon for thousands of years, they follow.
The future is not important.
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After falling asleep, I handed myself over to a kind of uncertainty.
Lack of details and clear attribution
Down or up, with or without me.
Dude, those shadows are coming in and out in the dark.
When you wake up, you choose to forget.
A few light dreams, brother. Swallows flew low yesterday.
Light rain washed the wounds of the world.
An eyelash imagines the warmth when flowers bloom.
Something in pieces.
Through a rain, I hope to break my fate.
Floating ripple
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Brother, listen to the footsteps of the rushing river.
Skip the shoulder of time
Mud, fish and insects in its body, and duckweed floating on its skin.
Have no choice, tired of being chased by the wind.
The tenderness of spring willows on the shore
Brother, look at the white clouds falling into the water. How dizzy they are.
The footsteps of spring tremble and step over the heart.
Flowers all over the mountains and plains, a bustling bright red.
From the mud under your feet, go crazy to the outside.
Brother, thousands of eyes are crowded with the path.
I don't want the pain of breaking branches.
Imagined beauty is thousands of miles away from you.
Standing on the other side of the sacred, death is complete.
If the tide of the sea, if the heart of the sea
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In the past, it was like a deep alley.
But we always want to save something, maybe.
A missed glimpse
A greeting I never had a chance to say again.
Brother, the unknown distance, the sound of water has been pulling my heart.
I may be able to cut my heart piece by piece.
Pain, groaning or struggling, broken dignity.
Salt white precipitates in the wind.
But in the past, it was still being stretched day by day.
When the depth of the alley is as long as our name
Brother, is there something that hasn't happened yet?
Some words are still locked in my heart? And we
Can't catch up, the wind in the alley
People in the wind?