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one Saw you stepping back with the pier July retreating into the tree of flames and stars which hand is it close this door forever your july just withered I can't see your straight pride How to drown in the sunset and struggle Glittering lights along the river hot tears my july in farewell two Listen to your footsteps on the beach, on the empty steps Detour between floating islands and reefs i prayed for the wind never blow on your sails life in our season never leaves I only heard that you are soaring I heard you went away if it's true Your heart should be full of snow all year round

Touching these rumors is like touching the keys your real voice is an ashes three imagine you behind the red doily Shake hands and speak very kindly The smile has rusted on my face for a long time Loneliness has eroded deep into my heart The water of July is in your veins light and light Ju Ao on Wanren Peak is not you Midnight Songtao on Fengkou Rock without you Well, you're an illusion about July then july is a vacancy for you Can't imagine how you can force yourself to believe say - you have forgotten one The waning moon is like a piece of thin ice floating in the cool night

you take me home, all the way sigh lightly neither because of melancholy not only sorrow we can't explain The fallen leaves are shaken by the peak conveyed to us that kind of emotion just, after breaking up i hear your footsteps mixed with fallen leaves two spring from all directions whisper to us But the fallen leaves under the feet remind Winter's guilt, a dark memory deep shock make our eyes avoid each other stronger reflection make our minds meet again The season is nothing but trees Stamp the annual ring Poems of Fallen Leaves and Sprouts There are thousands of lines

tree should only an eternal theme "To stretch freely toward the sky We will never leave the earth" three Through the window, the wind tell me your trail Said you walked under the kapok tree It is it that shakes down a shower of flowers It is said that although the spring night is expected to be steep there is no chill in your heart I suddenly feel: I am a fallen leaf hiding in the dark dirt The wind is doing my funeral I wait peacefully that green dream Take the first line of life from me In Beijing, a white swan was shot dead don't tell me It's a stream of sewage; a natural dance hall

I can take turns nesting on your shoulders don't cover me Philistines value feathers; scholars separate Lovers have symbol; poster seeks tourists don't sleep too hard at night Don't believe the silence, the silence may be a conspiracy If it cannot be prevented, then turn around! don't let me see Your idle rage and consternation! don't keep my partner When the treetops stir up prickly signal balls Let the gunfire teach them to choose freedom again don't stuff me My pierced wings are curled up in warm drops of blood Drops of blood rolled in the dust, cooled to amber

stop crying baby when you want to become a cloud a bouncing bunny A white sailboat on an exercise book do not forget me ——Standing in the urban area, there are three white swans... just covered with feathers Soaring joy, momentarily Trembling for the long trembling of the clouds Plump and stretched legs It was three trembling girls chains of night has turned into a cadenced pearl The living spring floats three light clouds Ran Ran Yu The sun shines on the fragrant grass like tassels take off take off a rush of impatience Blush in In the mirror of morning makeup in a small town

on deforested woodland Two Baike Shake the memory of the sound of the ax from your shoulders between the sedge and the broken pile Two Baike Rewrite the last movement as a bright prelude Singing sunshine, thronging Gold-clad bee swarms variegated arbuscular foliage burning brightly The mountain lass that expands like a chromatogram Diffuse to the sky express enthusiasm forcefully silence echoes all around body at rest Life whirls— Know the footlights of the setting sun Illuminate the red swallows all over the tree There seems to be no clearer language Like the two Baike plants chosen by Manhuang