I am struggling.
In a subtle way
Always liked it
Alone in the corner
kill time
Always trying to avoid
sunniness
A haggard heart
Always let me
Can't bear to see
Deformation and distortion of shadows
The pain in my heart
Don't want to tell anyone.
Let it die.
Accompany loneliness
Always want to shrink in the shadows.
Make the dull heart more dull.
Always looking for Noah's ark
That's even an ideal jar.
Seal everything that belongs to you.
Drift with the tide
Because I like
And more preferences
Loneliness is a person's Carnival
2. Love should be clear.
In the city.
I hope you don't have to cry.
Because there is a man.
He knows very well.
Arrange every game for you.
Acceleration of action
Then come on.
Can you say a blessing?
By the way, put your hands together.
Welcome to fill in the actual.
Don't be lonely
I always hold you in my arms.
It floats every day.
Romantic attention
Is the price of your freedom.
it was so clear to me
So hold hands.
Tips from the Guardian
3. Cool Shui Ying
Bright moons are rare.
shadow
Fall into a glass of water
But how can I pour it?
It's not as cool as Shui Ying.
Tonight,
There is moonlight.
Just be a good boy and send me.
Under the furry snowflake tree.
With me, I am cold and cold.
They have mine.
Dream shadow
Climb the peach branches of last spring and smile.
Selected Works of Modern Poets 4: Cooking Smoke
In the early years
Seven or eight playmates, up and down by the river, chasing and frolicking.
Smoke rises.
Rush home.
Cooking and smoking is mom's decision.
You can hear it no matter how far away.
When I was a teenager
go to school
Strict teachers, boring courses, and boredom.
Smoke rises.
The bell rings, just like the most punctual date.
Cooking smoke is the gospel of the school.
I always wait in surprise.
When I grow up
After finishing college, I left my hometown to work and lived in a reinforced concrete castle.
Smoke rises in dreams.
Turn into a little face
Round into familiar laughter.
Cooking smoke is the taste of hometown.
I can't forget it for a long time