Is so fragile.
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Can't curse gravity
Because there is a so-called pause next to it.
No matter how high the iron plate passes through the parabola.
Landing is not beautiful, but it can be extremely loud.
The plastic board outside the venue is unwilling to be lonely.
Lost foam particles can be left in front of the stage smartly.
How brittle is it?
How broken was it?
People are so fragile after all.
Or am I too fragile?
Pick up my pieces.
Support fragile countertops.
Continue to fall freely
Keep crushing yourself.
I'm too fragile.
Or is the surface really sharp?
In short, there is one side.
And dislike each other's sloppy clothes
What is even more disgusting is the saliva on that mouth.
Curing takes time.
Or do you expect to be different?
Let me land beautifully.
And the body can stand up.
Crisp, crisp, crisp
Rest, rest, rest.
In fact, why care so much?
Whoever is brittle is broken.
Appreciate from the best angle
Listen with your nearest ear.
That scene
That voice
Gorgeous and loud crushing
Crispy modern poetry 2 whenever the monsoon comes
Sang Mei, Bao Xia, Morak.
These uninvited guests with nice names
Like a fox turned into a beautiful woman.
Label your eyes with charm.
Do all the tricks
Watching the land be abused
Hometown people stick to their homeland.
But it's irresistible
When Xie Gong sent his feelings to the mountains and rivers, his poetry was cool.
Wonderland is admired by later generations.
Master Xuanjue had an epiphany, and it was no big deal after he realized it.
The sound of "Proverbs Song" is famous for Tommy Peak.
I met friends outside in my dream, and I am also a Zen.
Yongjia deserves wandering attachment day and night.
Menghui time
The pace of modernization goes hand in hand.
The green leaves have long been eclipsed.
A clean stream, fresh wind
The joy of running barefoot on the ridge of the field
Those childhood memories.
Gradually abandoned by time.
Stay in the land of vicissitudes of life that is gradually shrinking.
My old friend.
Countdown the years that have passed.
There is a pond in the middle of the village.
There is also a mulberry field in the sand.
By the Oujiang River, there are large bamboo forests.
It was midsummer.
The river is full of people who catch fish, touch clams and swim.
……
Quietly approach my hometown.
I heard.
A stream covered with thick slate.
Hiding in the shadows and crying secretly.
Knock on the familiar door
An old house with moss at its feet
Weeds occupied the courtyard wall.
However, the old well at the end of the village is still there.
Reveal the last sweetness
Nourish the soul