Xili's Poems (Thanks)

I've always kept that gold color. I've always kept that gold color. When it penetrated the wet black empty space all autumn with strange enthusiasm, I found a large area of land and my children's mysterious and gentle smiles. Let's see if we are at home or where we have chosen the house and trees. I'm so excited about this moment when people turn a blind eye. Who can get as close to what they want as I do? Even if I am just some water-like poems tomorrow, the eternal pursuit of miracles has been full of glory in my life. I grew up in that golden land, the pure land in autumn is peaceful, and the fragrant wind has passed through centuries. In the afternoon, when people are thirsty, the sun turns yesterday into ashes. Cactus is tired in the world, and its love is full of silver needles. But don't care during the day, keep your eyes open at night. At night, my black hair hangs down to my chest and shoulders. The sky is the only hut where I can hide. Lonely call slowly slides to the blue horizon, listening to my lover for a long time. My gentle lover is a poor bird. Why does the wind tremble slightly? The wind has passed the peak of another century. The wind has always been gentle and strong. The young girl jogged past from a distance. The air is filled with the shadow of flaxen hair flying. Give me the winter sky, give me all your unwritten letters, and give me the footsteps of all human hopes on my land. Dry your tears and smile beautifully. Shan Ye is full of golden notes. Dawn opened her eyes, and the fresh wind gently blew into the distance. The ups and downs of the earth are silent and lyrical, like the only love in life. The goshawk flew over the girl's head. The last wait made her cold and firm ... give points! ! !