I have a cabin.
Like a little mushroom in a fairy tale.
Attached to a century-old tree
Hold a small umbrella
Please protect me from the cold snap of winter and the rain of summer.
I recalled the past in the cabin.
If there is no clear distinction between good and evil, love and hate in the world
I would rather float in the eternal cold space.
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I'm not in his past.
Twisted time
Shenyuan
The sun shines in the empty room.
Has become the ancient sun.
I want to keep running in.
Shouting: "I am here! I am here. "
(3) Love of fallen leaves
The big yellow leaves have fallen.
slow
It passes through the wind.
After a light blue day
After a few days of swords and swords
Dust dream of gray-yellow building
Come down and walk halfway.
I can see it kissing its shadow.
Its shadow on the ground
Stand out, stand out.
It seems to drift sideways again.
Leave as slowly as possible.
Pretend to be indifferent in middle age
However, once underground.
Jinjiao palm.
Covered with a small shadow
Like catching crickets.
"Well, here it is!"
Qiuyang Watergate is at the top of the ground.
Sleep quietly together
It and its love