Chimonanthus praecox is fragrant
The moonlight spilled all over the floor.
I raise my cup.
Even if it's just a petal.
Also moved.
A path soaked in moonlight.
As clear as last night.
The bridge is flowing and the smoke is filled.
How many farewells and reunions?
I can't see the path I've taken.
Snowflakes jumped back and forth between the treetops.
Recall some past events
play
sadder
Take it one by one
Baptism of snow
Wake up in winter
The way home melted calm.
Waiting for a white dress
The sadness of tender thoughts.
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blue sky
A few leaves are flying.
Dancing branches
And a stiff body
A whisper beside the eardrum
This is a sign of winter.
The bird curled up on the branch.
Pay attention to happiness
Wandering peacefully in a dream
Wandering in the dust
In the rising age
The soul is lost in the snowy north.
Wintersweet last winter
Still released in my arms
Take away the light of the stars.
Pierce the frost
Go far away
Watch in cold winter
Slowly grow roots in your heart.
Pick up worn-out luggage
I remember the last time I left was in autumn.
Winter in my hometown
It seems that it has always been like this.
Come with us.
The joys and sorrows of one journey after another
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And then through the hidden night
It's dawn. It's time to go east.
Like a newborn nature.
No mask
No greed
There is no qualitative change in skin inch by inch.
If thousands of years ago,
There is no barter, if
China Tea Ceremony is permeated with modern flavor.
The top of the snowy mountain to which I converted.
The pure white snowflakes danced away.
Mountains, rivers and creatures
The heartbeat of me and all the tools that can walk upright.
Should be calm and naked.
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Yes, there is no doubt about it.
We are all sick sentences.
It's some stones reused in Huaqing Pool.
A beauty mole hatched in the placenta.
Whose demons have been broken?
Fog can be distinguished.
Muyu in Maweipo
Through the empty space
Pear trees are pale.
Whose grave did you peck?
It is said that beauty is a disaster.
When we lean over the monuments of history,
She is surprisingly fragrant.
As if this life is a journey of lies.
In an avalanche
The whole crowd turned pale.
She fell like a snowflake.
in front of me
Rouge is dancing in the city again
Who is trying to pierce a tear mark embroidered on the skirt?
But we made an inch mistake in the dye vat.
Can't protect the pain of this water.
Our once white figure
It was the tears buried that year.
Or wait for the temperature in an avalanche of scenes?