forget
Now, you can put yourself down,
My secret.
Open your chest with a knife.
Bright red heart.
It doesn't matter what
Your eyes are silent language, full of expectations for me; It was the burning flame that gave me great heat. In the new year, it will be imprin
Ai Qing, a poet in China, was originally named Jiang Haicheng. The following is what I compiled online for your reading.
Ai Qing's modern poetry anthology:
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