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In a bad mood; The world of mortals is heavy;
Love in the depths of the sea of suffering; A few poems, several meanings.
Flowers bloom and fall for another year; Sorrow and sorrow are hard for people.
Laugh at life for decades; Don't worry about the wine.
The beginning of the day, the end of the earth; One person, another person;
Whether it's a happy smile.
Or tears when we are apart, let each other cherish the acquiescence of the valley of the soul …
Lying quietly on the green grass, accepting the baptism of the sun.
Every beam of sunshine is so gentle,
In my narrow and lazy eyes. I can't say anything easy,
Just feel the warmth and tranquility given by God alone. Comfortable and relaxed yourself,
The passion of grass germination interferes with memory. I don't remember my best friend,
I've forgotten the human feud. That sincere heart,
In the sun, persistence in dreams,
Disappeared, disappeared in a warm moment, disappeared in a space without memory.
Flowers bloom and fall, joys and sorrows. The closest distance between heart and heart is the forgetting of this moment.
Everything is so familiar,
Let the familiarity of experience be bohemian here, and decorate it calmly as a post station for one person.
Let the youth stay there and turn the cherished time into other things in nature.
Or the wind, or the rain, or two ordinary stones under your feet.
Sleeping in the desert, waiting for the thirsty tears of Populus euphratica,
I immediately realized that I still missed it,
Try to forget, only to see stones everywhere, big or small.
I still have not lost my memory,
I still remember that beauty. The thick fresh breath of spring, the fiery approach,
And the sincerity of gazing at each other, all burned at the most beautiful time, washing away my memory.
I still believe! At the most touching moment, let yourself who is most afraid of being hurt not choose to escape.
Bringing Hu Yanglin's tears to the other side of the world is a firm commitment to love.
Hold the heavy stone tightly with both hands, and you will touch your truest bottom line.
The rain is tangled in my heart; If you want it, you will see it.
Paper and ink fingertips as I wish; Play heartstrings to relieve sadness.
It is difficult to start a game of chess; Endure to look at the sea again.
Sad for love, painful for you; That was the past, that was a dream.
Spring rain is sad and lonely; A little leisure is a bad time.
It is a good time for elegance; How long will you stay? & lt/FONT & gt；