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Your beautiful image. From the top of the snowy mountain.
Your soft shape. Learn the posture of Gongsun's sword dance.
Along the way. The sun that carries life.
It's a long way. Water is like a snake. It winds in the barren land of my ancestors. But the ribbons fluttering in the wind are the most fascinating.
Shining tears.
At this moment, you are not shattered, but you look like the most beautiful woman in the East. Did you hear me during the trip?
-Andante. It's crisp.
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Your life is related to the struggle between the shore and the fish.
From silent infiltration to ground fissure landslide!
And the trickle, but to open the stone as its own responsibility. Day after day, the scars will still support the tenacity of the dripping stone.
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Sitting in the endless echo. I saw it.
There is a soul that would rather die than surrender.
Against the coast. Live with fish.
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Your appearance. Clear ripples. Deep frozen in the peach blossoms that occasionally look back on that year with deep affection. Eyes as clear as water.
There are bright eyes. They spread out round and round.
-Imagine it in the distance. Ripple, ripple. The smoke of water rises. It winds around the flowers. It will rotate slightly. And finally turn into water.
Colored egrets, beaches, clear water and blue sky. ....
There is also the woman standing lightly by the water, singing, looking from a distance, and falling in love with some extremely shy poems.
Look across the river.
Confrontation. On both sides of the misty rain Poetry and love. Just through a sigh.
(4)
You are floating in the wind. The silent sound of the piano was quietly hidden.
Roses playing in the air began to give off fragrance and bloom invincible.
In my eyes, a dark yearning happens to grow on my green and yellow cliff. A breeze blew across my face, and a year passed.
Dear moss. Bleach your white sideburns. -the charming beauty of that year. Now it's getting old quietly!
Just ... Guess what?
Even though the years are getting older, the fish tail of the past has been harvested in your eyes.
But infatuation is like me. Yesterday, I saw my eyes through autumn water. I never refused to change!
Above 3000 meters above sea level, overlooking the forest garden.
At this moment, I will try my best to watch you. Sad water. My gentle bride.
When? Did you cry? And when. Your heart is full of grateful joy?
And the one you used to copy. Ink painting: when the bell of Buddhist temple rings. The light of self-pity has
It suddenly shrunk into an island. It is reflected in the image you are watching. -In a flash, deep-rooted acacia became a sword.
It has pierced your heart.
A stroke of genius. Very expressive.
〈 5 〉
Wandering in the distance. Pottery pots in the south of the Yangtze River. They contain the thorn sound of the Book of Songs.
From the moment you cast the bronze sword, you are far away from the home of civilization. The method of pumping water has been silently experienced for thousands of years.
After the news. Eventually forgotten by history.
In the long river of time, there is a faint fragrance.
An ancient voice echoed on the water.
(6)
One night, when the tide of time fills the pool of life, the Millennium dream blooms brilliantly in the dark moonlight.
However, crawling under the vast starry sky, as calm as you are, will you cherish words like gold?
Those that have been swept. The remains of a butterfly. Smiling wings. Will it touch your deepest flexibility?
Part?
-Transparent memory. Will they eventually slide in the most fragile form?
< 7 >
A thousand years. A flash of light.
Just ... Tender water. I hanged myself by the river tonight. How should I face you?
The life of the smartest person is like a fool, which is talked about by later generations. Just a whirlpool of innocence and filth, wandering in the world.
I am in the middle of my life. I'm already stuck in the mud. -A heart as pure as before. I'm tired of this drifting life!
Maybe. Only in dreams. Gao Jie and I have the courage to walk to the end of the water. In the honest and frank laughter of our predecessors.
I chose the spotless sinking.
Water of thought. Today is crossing the magnificent river. I mourn you with a very sincere attitude. I mourn myself!