I'm not sure that the moment I stopped came from the past.
Take out how many years, internal and external nature is different.
Is there separation?
The twilight in his eyes is far less than clothes.
Light, the rest of the light, fly out.
Embedded in my forehead
It seems that he understands my struggle, or the darkness, mine.
Reasons not to stop and give up.
Continue to investigate further
As if afraid that we would meet somewhere.
Pain, for fragrance.
Irresistible.
Second, the night wind
I am used to the feeling that it takes time, so you pass by day by day.
Stick to it until the evening, or
The feeling of past lives
It's nothing, just like the prophecy will always come true, including
Wild flowers and weeds, unknown birds screaming.
You can't see it.
Including the deep feeling of being scared away at that moment, and the bottom of my heart.
Fake, hard to keep.
Or farewell.
Anyway, it is a process from warm to cold, and I am used to it.
No, not like twenty years ago.
Bury your face in the moonlight like water.
You disturbed the order, didn't you?
I forgot too much pain.
You learn from your own language.
What did you hear?
Third, think.
This kind of mood is often a shame for people over forty.
The season is so far, but it is
There is a peach blossom hidden in the depths.
Affect more pain
You don't need to change your mind, time is the tree, alive.
I have been growing taller and refused to face it.
The annual rings, never rippling, are firmly extended.
Every moment, you can't see me.
Look, you should regret it all your life.
Just like I wrote such thoughts and poems.
There's no need to stop, honey
Don't emphasize spring.
Fourth, set sail
Unable to determine the longitude and latitude of time, at least
You can decide whether it is windy, favorable or unfavorable now.
This has nothing to do with bravery.
At least one idea is right, starting with kindness.
How short life is, too late.
Lace is silent.
The water is in the water, the clouds are in the clouds, and the heart has a hug.
In order to see you again, I got used to it and set off.
The innocence of March seeds
Footprints are always deep and shallow. Take the first step.
I will recognize myself, in an instant.
laudability
The verb (the abbreviation of verb) is centered.
I want to ask where the roses in front of the window come from.
The centering knife has been hung very low.
Lose an advantage
Cotton-like night, no remorse.
A dandelion's endless homesickness
Will remain silent.
In addition to innocence, you can also return to the moonlight, which is
Winter with nothing. Reluctantly retain
Some poems, trying to adjust them.
North position
Trying to pretend to be careless about cotton, but
I can't avoid the sharp thorn in the poem.