1995 summer solstice? Unknown camphor tree
What is the story of Cinnamomum camphora and Cinnamomum camphora? Someone whispered in the cracks looking up and looking down.
So everything becomes very subtle. Warm eyes and wet palms.
In those summer when the sky is in full bloom, the sunshine has the most prosperous jointing.
She ran past him in a hurry, so the floating grass blossomed;
He waited quietly behind her, so the sunset closed the heavy door;
He and he became more and more silent in the four seasons, the past dusk and the morning that didn't come.
In summer, she and she walk more and more slowly, and the pulled hand holds the hand that has not been pulled.
Some melodies have never been sung, and some torches have never been lit.
But there is sound and light in this world.
So time became heavy and small, and the snowstorm easily broke the thin door.
That city has never aged, it stands in memory and becomes the loneliness and loneliness left by no one at school in the evening.
Camphor trees cover all the sky in the city from beginning to end.
There is a confession ten years late in the shadow.
Oh, I am singing. Did you hear that?
Ah ah, who is singing? I heard an interview with Zhangshu (poem)
Jasper with high trees
withdraw
The dream of the shade has gone from numbness
Wake up inside
In our yard.
A camphor tree
When diving in early spring,
die
A sudden dream break
Fast shutter cage after spring breeze
Push the window first when you open it.
The fragrance gradually disappeared and slipped down.
Spring breeze is like scissors. Always
Open and transparent hidden weapons
Cut off the crown
A circle can be seen in the cross section.
A shining heart
Clear texture
Overflow the whole courtyard
Talk about items
I don't want to ask about the lampshade.
I don't want to know too much about the value and hardships of life.
Stroll in in spring
Leaving half the trunk.
This is an upright throat.
vertical thinking
Not our inner position.
Green water drops sink.
Properties of solidified soil
Lost in the dusty past
Spread from my heart to you
No laurel, no item
Suspicion of a powerful soul
Still stick to the ground under your feet.
Thoughts are imprinted in reincarnation.
Fantasize about blue eyes.
A touch of the throat
Reminds me of the red cannon and history.
A hundred thunder and fire roared in the distant sky.
Dream crown fireworks.
Open the roof.
The sky on the throat
Still full of loopholes
Facing April, facing a shrinking tree
Shasha memory
Please forgive our swearing.
Willing to understand us
Be questioned and accused.