Those things that we thought were very persistent were forgotten in the process of our obsession.
Seeing you smile once will make me happy for several days. But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
Time didn't wait for me. You forgot to take me. My left hand is an unforgettable firefly, and my right hand is a long meditation for ten years.
You can never see when I miss you most, because I miss you most only when I can't see you.
In that cold season, everyone avoided the wind and frost, only you sang with me.
The whole world has been sentenced to you and I are all by your side, even if hell rages together.
Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, so there is the Sahara.
Buddha said, look back 500 times in previous lives to get a pass in this life.
Wait until next spring, will the corner of this sad white dandelion be full of memories?
I always tell myself that even if one day we are not together, we will be together.
As long as I know that you are still alive in this world, I can be carefree.
Lonely people always think of everyone who appears in their lives, so I always think of you.
In the torrent of time, we will always grow.
Lonely children grow up quietly in the wind.
Youth is a beautiful sadness.
As long as we read in the same posture, we can comfort each other.
Reading is a midnight flight against the wind.
Forget the gesture of sadness and joy.
Thought of here, the earth shook.
Writing is a dark suicide.
Happiness in your hand is simple and transparent.
The sound of broken guitar makes me feel lost in the forest.
The age of innocence, the river of time, the blurred dreamland, the sad people, the Trojan horse of childhood, the rain in summer, and the wrong chess of the sleeping hero.
Only by laminating with glass, everything is beautiful.
Today, I got lost on the road of life. ...
Some stories haven't been finished, so forget it.
Those feelings have been difficult to distinguish between true and false in the years.
Now there are many weeds and flowers here.
Fortunately, I have had your spring and autumn, winter and summer.
That laughter reminds me of my flowers.
In every corner of my life, quietly open it for me.
I thought I would always be there for her.
Now we have left the vast sea of people.
Who sings the black elegy?
Who is guarding the white village?
My mercury
My fireworks
My black hillside is covered with irises.
strong wind
loner
Burning bright and clear soul.
You are me.
A tender wound that refuses to heal
Camel's head, flowing wine
Empty buildings in Syracuse
I want to hold buckwheat's hand
Walk against the wind
Go to the clouds
Go to the place where peach blossoms are in full bloom.
The source of this river
Whose right hand?
Pick up the silver needle
Roll up your cuffs.
Put the copper buttons one by one.
Sewing at the end of my world
When We Were Young
You like talking, and I like laughing.
Once sat side by side under a peach tree.
The wind is in the treetops and the birds are singing.
I fell asleep somehow.
How much do you know in your dreams?
When the tide surged on the ancient embankment, yesterday connected with the next summer.
What do you like?
The heavy rain swept through the village in the hot sun and flooded the next summer.
What do you like?
Skip the green spring, the sad autumn and winter and the greener summer next year.
You appeared in front of me again.
Eyebrow droop
Turn around and take away the rain from the whole city.
Then turn around and bring back colored snow.
Wheat jointing
Thunder resounded through the earth.
You spilled ink in the corner and said something incomplete.
So I rendered a summer without ups and downs.
Whose loneliness?
Wohuashang
Whose Chinese businessman?
Cover my scarred shoulders
Whose bright moon?
According to my black pine mountain.
Whose loneliness?
It hurts the roaring Cangjiang River in the mountains.
Whose is that lonely child?
Evodia capitata
Leaf leaf
Indulge in singing
So lonely
So desolate
Hand of the river
Black throat
The moonlight holds up the bamboo building.
Who will cook sake for me?
Those burning bamboo slips
Those blooming wounds
My Gemini
One at this end.
One is over there.
Face the sea
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
Be a happy person from tomorrow.
However, every day I live is today.
So I've never been happy.
Reality has room for reality.
Dreams are not easy to realize.
I woke up and suddenly found out.
I have always been beside happiness.
I leaned down and stared at you in heaven, just like you stared at me, slightly sad.
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