Driving a flock of snow
8: 00 p.m./kloc-0: 00 p.m. Blocked me under the eaves.
Some past events seem far away.
It's close when you think about it.
Write it down on a few sheets of paper.
Soak in light
Rain, moon, tears on her back.
Think about spreading all over the floor
Floating white love
How to get through this rambling yearning?
It will raise the river.
Waves are the wings of the wind.
Can't go to heaven
Eagerly flying at my feet
Who is manipulating the huge sky in the cold?
Let the snow fall forever
Carved with the bones of our lives.
As cold as iron
We started to flee the scene.
Sled is faster than time.
With a panic and a notebook.
Along a deep glacier? south
There is a shrinking sunshine.
Behind Yang Shulin.
Eager to see us? Illegal border crossing
It's a little cold.
It's all in the one-year master plan.
It's like how many times you need to change trains in your life.
Pick up the fallen branches thrown on the slope in winter.
Build a bonfire
Time is burning in a beep.
For a deep night.
Punctuation marks can be completely ignored.
Burn it for a season, or order it for a season.
But for what happened when I was young,
It baked a mountain.
Those watery things in early autumn
Covering your eyelashes
I saw the sunlight attached to it.
On the face of peach blossom petals
glide
Just like giving up.
Like the shadow of temperature.
An excerpt from a young man was veiled.
It's fall here.
Maybe it's better to be vague
Long summer copper is a kind of broad-minded voice.
The soil smells of dirt smoke.
We seem to be talking to an old man.
Talk about things through the ages.
Every field
It's just sweat.
Then it becomes fragrant.
The night we hid? huge
In the shadow of the wind
The blue part of the insect screaming.
I'm at the corner in summer
I met a fish doing exercises.
Where did this fish come from?
Fish talk to a piece of water.
So, the pond is full of flowers.
What does this restless fish want to do?
Does this mean that behind me
There is a cloud.
Prepare a good rain and cook it again.
Not cooked by the sky
Hard land
The faint Xia Feng climbed on the wall, and the wind couldn't see the traffic lights.
When I woke up, the wind and fire raged in the street.
I have no time to follow suit.
Cross the road and turn.
Just a few small streets sum up our simple life.
Some keys are hung on the belt.
Life is like this all day, regardless of the wind.
Wandering around.