Calling your name in the waves, and your name
Has been outside Qian Fan.
Tides come and go.
The shoe print on the left is only in the afternoon
The shoe print on the right is dusk.
June was originally a very sentimental book.
The ending is so sad.
-The sun sets in the west.
I'm still staring
Pure white in your eyes
I kneel to you, to the clouds that were beautiful all afternoon yesterday.
Hi, sea, why in all the lights?
Light the empty light alone.
What else can we catch?
Your eyes were once called snow.
Now people are called
smoke
Bury me in the snow
Use a paper cutter
Build a small grave with broken snow.
Among them, the buried
It has been refined for thousands of years.
Not ashed yet
igneous rock
stern
Suitable for walking alone
And there is no umbrella in his hand.
No umbrella has its own beauty.
Wet is my wet.
Cold is my cold.
Even if you shrink yourself to the size of raindrops.
small
My little guy, too.
Seven step poem
Boiled beans are held as soup and simmered as juice.
The beans fell into the pot and wept in it.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?