Seal cutting in this city is in the rainy season.
There is a muddy landscape outside Qingshi City, with rows of tears.
You are a blank parting in my splash-ink painting.
Who will never be painted on the picture?
Youth is like wine.
The fragrance at the end of the rainbow is the winding tide.
There are seven colors that can cross the colorful past.
Egrets are elegantly painted in ink on porcelain in the distant mountains.
This fragile rainy season is beating with the fast-paced drums.
Damp memories in the house are stored and fermented day after day.
I poured a whole box of pornographic past events related to you.
The beauty and fragrance of youth, like wine, are everywhere.
I have sailed the farthest drifting boat.
I twisted the past one by one by moonlight.
Memory is like an extremely slow and insoluble sugar.
Maybe the ebbing waves are too late to dry.
Or maybe I should never have gone ashore in my life.
After years of screening, it can still remain intact on the beach.
There must be some special shape.
For example, fold a newspaper and get ready to sail.
The expanding imagination of my childhood.
Read you a poem.
The eaves after rain are really suitable for wind chimes.
You can see from the window that the sound of the budding wind is very light.
I decided to travel on the cat's eyes.
As a result, all mysteries have become landscapes.
Only hidden things smart enough can grow into dandelions.
Then follow it very carefully without any burden
Because I'm afraid to wake up the person in my dream who only dares to like you.
So I read you a poem.
The movement of opening poetry is very careful and light.
Very light and careful, like cats and wind chimes. I read you a poem.
Laugh at the scenery
Moonlight sounds like a spike, and I lament the pale environment.
It's not just coniferous forest that stings the picture frame.
And my sadness about lack of oxygen at high altitude.
A proud vulture hovered in front of my eyes, and you raised it.
I'm trying to paint carefully what you gave me with a brush.
The vulture continued to fly low around the mountain with the bridge of the nose, I asked in regret at the corner of my mouth.
How did I finish this work about will?
On the way back to this crowded exhibition hall, I kept quiet.
No one noticed that I was color-coded in the lower right corner of the forest boundary picture
My love, you nailed my voice to the wall.
It's a ridiculous scenery.
Thirty-one hopeless words
A faint cordate telosma describes you in the moonlight.
Even the anger on Su Yan is bright and beautiful.
butterfly
Free bird's eye view of the land in the sky, months of hard work finally paid off.
But began to give up the air of larvae, and the broken memory of pupa climbed up the branches of the past.
After the heavy rain, it is a delicious green.
horrible
Sticky hair and corpse blood were scattered on the broken wall of the waves.
The swollen body is still growing. Shut down the satellite online in South Asia.
Pretend nothing happened. I'm listening to the clay doll
destiny
Smoke smells like wire, winding in the dusk.
My familiarity with you slowly grinds into a sharp blade.
I once cut the cross-section of youth and began to look for the year when I met you.
In the outermost circle, I see that you are closely dependent on each other
It turns out that in this life, I can only be your circle.
Those affairs
How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright moon?
How can the color of flowers take a faint parting?
How to write the so-called melancholy air after writing it?
Finally, until your smile is everywhere in front of me.
Honey, I just started to understand the language of poetry.
Damn alarm clock
Crows in Tokyo are covered with Harajuku hair.
Nara Yoshitomo's squint dolls began to wear short skirts and bubble socks.
Dreams are used to speak for my subconscious
I almost kissed her on the apple cheek.
intellectual
Thousands of years ago, Han Li and I wrote Tang poems together, and I began to write lyrics for you in this life.
The woman who lived in Chang 'an in her previous life is my worry about reincarnation.
The old man said nothing.
Flammable memories formed cobwebs in the woodshed.
Waiting for years to be caring and attentive, that's all.
compromise
The aging wilderness has repeatedly missed the rainy season.
So I gave up the spotless flight.
Don't miss the fallen leaves around you, don't miss the withering in front of you, and don't miss the oncoming snowflakes.
In this world where beauty turns white after all.
Goose yellow first love afternoon
Homework is full of pickles, braiding like us girls.
I spent the whole salty afternoon on the threshing floor exposing those fallacies.
Flatten a crumpled candy paper and secretly think of someone adding salt.
The smell of sawdust scraped by the pencil sharpener is to hook your little finger with the smell of air.
It seems that something has been agreed verbally. When I grow up, time has been trying to whiten my teeth.
Those air-dried childish, young and flat bodies can't squeeze my heart.
Memory in a completely different address, thinking about the next page of the Putonghua exam.
It's easy to turn to the next page.
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