Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
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Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
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I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
spring
stone crusher
Who tied me up in my previous life at Hengdian Stone Mill?
Who blindfolded me?
Grinding eyes to feed March, peach blossom, a romantic page.
Feed barnyard grass, xanthium sibiricum and Alternanthera philoxeroides in grinding eyes.
If the wind energy feeds me, whoever accidentally makes a mistake.
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My rotating upper grinding is bigger than Hengdian's, and Hengdian is static lower grinding.
The bigger part than Hengdian is my feelings, my sins, my dreams and my despair.
Grinding eyes to feed the cold of the world, a person's hard work.
Into the ground, fog, snow.
The wind not only feeds me, but also makes mistakes again and again.
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Whoever pulls off my blindfold, I still carry my stone mill around.
The speed during the day is the same as at night.
No one feeds the eyes to grind the falling rocks and crush the peach blossoms.
Fall into the world, suppress sadness
-this kind of rotation is just rotation.
Just be a defeated flower.
I admit, I am a woman living in the jaws of death.
I also admit that my body is a cover.
I hold my soul up with my hands.
Bite or not can't prove your compassion.
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Don't talk about our plain again and again, but tell the evil mountain village.
Life is like a dog.
When anyone bows his head, his hands are clenched.
The flower fell down, holding her bloody stem.
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I have controlled the story of flowers and the spread of poetry poison many times.
Relative to the approaching of physical illness and death.
You need to change your eyes urgently.
Change the heart you are afraid to see when you raise the lamp.
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Life is procrastination again and again.
The scissors are rusty and the umbilical cord is still around the neck.
I can't cover it tightly, but the wind in my heart
The wind is everywhere, a person's appearance is lame.
The house has not changed for decades, and the firewood is in the lee of the sun.
The sun shines, and the mottled mud falls.
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I want some gorgeous novels from my early dreams.
Is life proud or not?
Play has become a moral aesthetic.
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The wind has accumulated in this area for many years.
Sadness is thrown everywhere because it is cheap.
We don't talk about days in words, but life is a decoration.
Always downwind.
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A few years later, a man who buried me was appointed.
Over the years, I occasionally think of death.
Keep alive
As a habit
divorce certificate
A pile of new emeralds is a rare environmental protection in life.
Put it with my disability certificate.
Synthesize a door waiting to be opened
At the age of 36, I landed safely
At least for a while, I was no longer a tightrope walker.
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More conspicuous than your ID card.
In my nearsighted eyes, my ID card is always suspicious.
The Great Wall behind her, I used to cry in my last life.
And the previous names and numbers.
There seems to be no foundation.
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It's just that I've been using my ID card.
For example, if you are ill in hospital, the post office will pick up something.
I use a disability card occasionally.
For example, applying for a minimum living allowance
But what's the use of a divorce certificate?
-I will never get married again, and I will be single from now on.
Wheat on the threshing floor
Mei spotted the place and laid it vertically from the sky.
Dream for a long time, fall into the clouds.
Fall into the golden color of existence
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Father turned over the wheat again.
-The inner moisture must be aimed at the sun.
This kind of wheat deserves a mildewed winter.
Turning over his back, he picked up a grain of wheat.
Take a bite with your heart
Then shed a piece of moonlight.
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If you swim in the wheat in this threshing floor once,
I will definitely wash off the details.
And all the adjectives in the lyrics.
I'm afraid I'm not a hard nut to crack.
I can't afford such a golden yellow.
Hope to adopt, thank you!