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Autumn wind blows gently, and many things are close to gold.
Cicada's aria, on the night of the Yuan Dynasty.
Has come to a tragic end.
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All over the mountains and plains, autumn colors are being rendered.
The history of the same strain. Open your heart
Spring blossoms and autumn bears fruit.
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We should all be happy people.
Stand on the land without smoke and look out.
Overnight, mountains and fields.
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This season, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Open your heart and use your eyes.
Hold mature ideas.
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In my heart, the stream overflows gently.
White clouds flow like sheep on the grassland.
Time is still vast.
Text/Lan Bing
You stand on the horizon and look at my past.
That year, I gave my first gift to wet dream in 1 1 month.
Growth comes from shy fear.
The moon depicts the night with its own fantasy.
The wind blowing from the south is soft.
Auricularia auricula sticks to wood in the dark, maybe.
Before the sun burns, cotton will see purity.
There is a theory that is destined to be verified from a distance.
Let it be the fate of repayment after many years.
When dreams become a habit to poison.
You will see teenagers stop at 1 1.
Reach out your cold hand from behind, tightly.
Hold a world and look at you.
You say, another self, will it?
I loved you for the first time when I was eleven.
Text/Si Zhihua (Shandong)
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The kiln temple destroyed in my hometown during the Cultural Revolution has been restored. The kiln temple is a sacred place for kiln workers to worship the kiln god Fan Li.
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A temple
Kiln piety accumulated for hundreds of years
I pray for you in the night when I lose my memory.
Return to nirvana again
Meet you
An agreement for a quiet soul.
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There was a time when there was nowhere to put your mind.
A sharp knife stripped the soul from the body.
The scar after scabbing will be punctured unintentionally.
For example, a cup of tea, a conversation with the sages.
An old thing, a kind of porcelain
Virtual plot can't drag back an empty heart.
Meet in a dream
There seems to be no sound around the beam, which makes the space seem mysterious.
Occupy all the breath.
The moonlight shines through the window lattice and revels in the glory of this moment.
There is no bright step, bitter and embarrassing.
The palace lay in the years, breathing.
As broken as my bony body.
Overlooking on foot on the ferry
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The afternoon sunshine is warm and humid.
Birds are singing everywhere in the breeze.
The hall was filled with incense.
You and I are out of this world.
Life is as good as ever.
Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. The Reading and Sleeping Poetry Society was founded in October 20 15 1 16. The mission of the poetry club is to "speak for grassroots poets" and carry forward the "poetic spirit", that is, to pursue the truth, goodness and beauty, artistic innovation and spiritual pleasure of poetry. Now, a collection of poems co-authored by the poet has been published, such as Reading Poems in Spring, Reading Poems and Growing Grass, Yingying Flying and so on.