I love you"
Live happily, fetch water, cook, and take medicine on time
When the sun is shining, just put yourself in, like Put a piece of tangerine peel
Alternate tea leaves: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose, lemon
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road to spring
So I Hold the snow in your heart again and again
They are too white and too close to spring
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Read your poems in a clean yard. This worldly love affair
is like a sparrow suddenly flying by
and the time is bright and clear.
I'm not suitable for heartbreak
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry
I want to give you a book about plants and crops
< p>Tell you the difference between rice and tares.
Tell you the fear of a tares
Spring
"Stone Mill"
On the stone mill in Hengdian, who tied my past and present life
Who blindfolded my eyes
Feeding March into my eyes, peach blossoms , a romantic page
Feeding barnyard grass, cockleburs, and water peanuts
——If the wind can feed me, no one will accidentally make a mistake
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My rotating upper grinding wheel is larger than Hengdian, and Hengdian is a static lower grinding wheel
The part that is bigger than Hengdian contains my feelings, my sins, my dreams and despair
p>The coldness of the world is fed in the eyes, and the hardness of a person is fed in the eyes
The fog, fog, and snow are fed in the eyes
——The wind not only feeds me , who makes the same mistake again and again
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Whoever pulls off my blindfold, I still carry the stone mill and turn it
The speed is the same during the day and at night
p>Fell into the stone without anyone's help, suppressing the peach blossom
Falling into the secular world, suppressing the sorrow
——This kind of rotation is just rotation
"Just Be a Failed Flower"
I admit that I am the woman who lives in the tiger's mouth
I also admit that my body is a cover< /p>
I hold up my soul with both hands
Whether you bite it off or not can’t prove your mercy
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Don’t talk about ours again and again Plains, tell the sinful mountain village
Life is like a dog
Whoever lowers his head clenched his hands into fists
The flower collapsed, holding her stem dripping with blood
p>
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I have repeatedly controlled the narration of flowers and the spread of poetry's poison
Just like resisting physical illness and the approach of death
You need to be urgent Change the direction of your gaze
Change what you are afraid of seeing in your heart
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Life is too muddy
The scissors are rusty , the umbilical cord is still hanging around the neck
"If you can't hold it tight, the wind in your heart"
The wind is everywhere, and a person's appearance looks bad
The house has been in the house for decades Keep it unchanged, the firewood is facing the sun in the back of the wind
Also facing the sun, there are mottled and falling mud
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I want some gorgeous fiction from my early dreams
Life is proud or unhappy
Enjoyment becomes a moral aesthetic
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This area has accumulated rumors over the years
p>
Sadness is thrown everywhere because it is cheap
We do not rely on words to describe life, life is a kind of decoration
It has always been lower than the wind
< p>.Many years later, a person was appointed to bury me
Over the years, I have occasionally thought about death
Putting life on the line
As a habit