The days are empty, and spring is hidden in the sleeve.
Blue shirts are fluttering in the wind. Stand in the shade of a tree
Mend lost youth. Only stay once.
The world has put on a green robe.
On a boat floating on the river.
Brother is still waiting for me. My people are in trouble.
Suitable for staying and dreaming. Dare not touch some.
Sorting out fatigue and sadness alone
Come on, finish this cup.
Turn around each other. Before anything happens.
Taking advantage of the beautiful moonlight. Print poetry in the sky
Wherever you go, you can't escape.
The door of memory. The fetters of love
It's a night light. Bow with you
In the temple of the heart, * * * watch together.
Perhaps, this is the last time together.
For the last time, I will hold my ground with you.
You and I have no secrets.
Only some broken thoughts accompany us.
Reluctant, tears fly into the river.
Where I can't see my brother. I'll watch it
Inch by inch in the dark, just for my brother to light a light for me.
If there is an afterlife, the mistakes in this life will continue.
Dancing wildly only with the moon and stars.
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Take your hand and walk into the countryside of the four seasons.
Your breath goes straight to somewhere
Drink a glass of wine, and the drunkenness will follow your fingertips.
Back to the blood
I dare not speak loudly.
Afraid of the shadow waking up the world.
Afraid of misunderstanding between heart and heart
Along the way, my steps were spoony dancers.
A flash in the pan is beautiful, the fission that happened at that moment.
I stood deep in the Woods.
I saw my brother walking towards me on the grass in the moonlight.
It's beginning to tilt.
I started writing a love poem for you.
Love is the clear lake in March.
Love is the dance of May.
If life deduces love
I am an alienated person.
There is a gentle breeze on the lake.
Blow the heart to discharge green willows.
Some relief from the bottom of my heart is on your sleeve.
I have a smile on my face. Disappear in the depths of the lotus
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And a piece of transparent tissue paper.
From here, you are the shadow of the heart lake.
When I moved forward, I tried to catch it.
The news that the wind blew from the sea.
You and I are on the beach, silent.
The willow in midsummer becomes the maple leaf in autumn.
Hair forms a wreath.
Brother, in my memory, I am a mermaid.
By your side, swimming around
This night is more melancholy than the previous night.
pile up like a mountain
How can love tell you? That's not true.
A wrong fast knot
The mountain road circled and footprints were everywhere.
Forced to port, is there any news of running water?
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Falling into the high pillow, tears surprised the line of sight
A glass of wine is a glass of sadness.
Fei Ying, lovesickness is the darkness of night.
Inside and outside the pavilion, the iron sand palm shattered the moon disease.
Flying skirts like fairies.
Half in the sky and half in the water.
Poetry and painting, painting and shadow are intertwined.
Shake a boat and swing in the happy lake.
A petal, floating in the wind
Who recalls the past, tears confused?
Pick up vicissitudes in the wind and rain
Some broken thoughts, breaking the eardrum
It's always selfish ideas that swell up. Further down
Save your life. There must be grass attached.
Painting mountains and rivers in spring
Brother, let me sleep.
Spend a lifetime deciphering the life code.