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The poem "Fireworks in the daytime"/also called Wukong
At that time, he always told me to climb Dayu Mountain.
There is always a slate that can be used as a bed in the mountains.
The branches are blooming, and we are lying on the slate.
Watch the sky for a while, make love for a while.
Sometimes, you will meet bees.
The camp was full of people, and I couldn't get rid of it.
Sometimes, you will meet tourists.
We ran away before we could get dressed.
More often, he gets dressed.
I don't want to wear it yet.
We strolled down the hill.
He ran for a while and I chased him for a while.
I really want to see the clouds in the mountains again.
They are as white as fireworks during the day.
Sometimes, they float over.
Cover us in a huge shadow
At that time, we often said nothing.
You can even hear each other breathing.
Next month, you should also come.
I think I can still find those stones.
You are in front, holding my hand.
You're dragging me up the hill.
I want to have a rest on the way.
You have to squat down and pinch your feet.
Can I still recognize those stones?
They all look the same.
I haven't climbed Dayu Mountain for a long time.
Can I still know the way into the mountain?
Forget it, you'd better not come.
I'm afraid you can't get out when you enter the mountain.
You see, this is great.
Call you at midnight every day.
You see, this is great.
Tell you a love story at midnight every day.
Now, my breasts are swollen
I can hear the milk flowing.
It's one o'clock. Are you still there, old man?
It's one o'clock. Go to sleep.
Don't forget to look in the mirror tomorrow morning.
Look, your bags under your eyes are big again.
William? Shakespeare in the Weathering Age (England),
I saw the description of a beautiful woman,
The ancient rhythm is wonderful because of its beauty.
Praise the beauty and affection of misfortune. Knight;
In this fascinating depiction,
Hands and feet, lips, eyes and eyebrows,
All the paintings in this old pen make me feel,
All these beauties are yours now.
Therefore, all their praises are just predictions.
In our time, everything will predict you;
What they see is their speculative eyes,
I can't praise you with all my talents.
Those of us lucky enough to see today,
I only marvel with my eyes, but I can't sing.
Emily. Dickinson (America), please allow me to be your summer.
When summer is over!
Please allow me to be your music,
When nightingales and orioles stop singing!
Please allow me to bloom for you, and I will walk through the cemetery.
Scatter my flowers everywhere!
Please choose me? Anemone?
Your flowers? Will bloom for you forever!
Roses for Valentine's Day
Author: gegewu
Hands are covered with the cold of the morning light.
Sprinkle an oblique angle.
Richness is sweeter than honey.
Who is the unknown person?
Smile at the barren straw in the field
Plant a plant with thorns for me.
Tell me to care and water carefully.
I hope that on Valentine's Day
You can harvest love but you won't prick your hand.
That bright red rose
Valentine's Day Author: The Cup of Time
Do you miss me?
You always like to ask me this question.
I miss you.
It's normal to miss you
Like breathing
Natural density can't stop.
You smiled with satisfaction.
I also smiled happily.
The air is full of fun and joy.
Once we
Laugh and laugh and laugh so little and so heartless.
With a relaxed and happy mood
Please others and yourself.
Wonderful time
Is that Xia Chan's voice?
Can only sing for one summer.
The west wind is rising.
Autumn leaves are devastated.
Nature once again
A cruel interpretation of short life and perishable youth.
In the sadness that youth is no longer there.
Your enthusiasm, your warmth
Your concern
There is always some subtle information.
I'll never see you again.
Where did you know that after the decision?
Write a sigh
Leave you
Miss your heart will still be like dandelion in the wind.
Suddenly floating inadvertently.
in the sun
At night
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