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A long time ago, there was a loneliness, and the rain hit the banana and the roof of the soul. There is no news of the white dove that stopped flying, and the flowing thoughts are scattered all over the floor. There is also anger and resentment. Today, anger and hope have turned into the warmth and shame of remembering the past.
A long time ago, there was a loneliness. When snow was dressed as a pine tree, it was also dressed as an expectant look. Waiting again and again, failing again and again. Did the light figure never appear or did it appear and disappear in the blink of an eye? I thought and thought, but fortunately it didn't snow that year today.
There was a loneliness a long time ago. I thought about it for a long time and watched it for a long time. The bleak bell of Mount Emei and the surging cry of Qiantang River, unfortunately, always miss me. It's like a poem that I can't write or forget.
There was a loneliness a long time ago. At that time, my home was far away from me, and I couldn't tell why I had to go thousands of miles away. Never for the rotten buttonwood and kapok trees.
A long time ago, there was a sense of loneliness, which condensed today's lines. A loneliness is a landscape, and I connect all the landscapes into a string of pearls of memory. .............
I don't know my parents' names and looks.
Call me if you have any questions.