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【spring rain】 A fan of condolences The white flowers of your name are boundless black committee Digging up your résumé with an ice pick Golden swarm in last cast light fragrantly stinging U Smile say goodbye back to a magazine cover two cover three Back to a stationary "special train" The sun can't bear to strip away your short youth The warm wind will give you three points of chic The people in the car seeing off are not in the same angle noisy title The secretary is on the run no one knows The end is the next stop Don't say goodbye, say rest, say it sincerely, say it painfully

even with fingers gently caressing your photo your eyes don't want to close The age of great floods Make a bead of grass and you will survive a catastrophe Spring Frost Falls Again The ground is already green but you are broken from the root you carry a lot of weight you torture your soul until we feel your tiredness it's too late force an honest mouth to lie Straighten the spine as a saddle Hanging clusters of lightning swords on the heads of the husbands only him put yourself naked under the edge The more clean and magnanimous life the more I can't stand my heart

That shot of deadly poison He's just a mortal, so he can't be resurrected He is not in our myth and reality fire phoenix As long as this era is inflamed again You are Painful old wounds in each of us 【flying to the moon】 A dream as clear as yours all fleeting And you, in spite of everything, throw yourself into the inaccessible abyss of life Even if Yue'er is willing to accommodate your betrayal There is still loneliness with you for thousands of years Why the towering mountains Can't carry the heavy chains on your shoulders did you walk away a beautiful mute

in thousands of performances eternal life 【Poems and poets】 The one who is far and far away is him It is he who is near and near That heavy: Thunderbolts triggered by cumulonimbus clouds Let the ordinary soul shine and sublimate It is he who prostrates at the feet of the gods That gently: Touch with wind willow, with wandering fragrance, with vaguely present hands It is he who endorses the hidden words on the dark river of life that painful: Boil three times in boiling water, soak in cold water three times Indefinite banishment for loved ones On the gallows of insomnia to be struck like a bell

Self-immolate with passion, silent with the brightness of sorrow It is he who is silent in the shadow of murderous intent that intoxicated: Iron new wounds and old wounds with gentle lips The dream expands from the slit to the blue sky, ecstasy Flowers grow from the chest, clouds and birds live in the arms From day and night at the moment that is no longer expected It is he who resounds in the place of concern That frail, humble, dim: years ravaged by feelings ravaged, that It was he who was ravaged by years and feelings That heroic, lofty, glorious: unyielding ideals unyielding youth, that

It is he who is shouted on the banner by ideals and youth Use my lips to make his voice and stop i leaked his real name Gather people around without letting them come near it's him, it's him poetry is him poet, also he 【When you walk by my window】 when you walk by my window Bless me because the lights are still on the light is on-- in the dark night it's like a little drifting fishing fire you can imagine my cabin like a small boat pushed by the wind but i didn't sink because the lights are still on the light is on-- When the curtain casts a shadow It means that I am already the old man of Longzhong

no unrestrained gestures The back is even more hunchback than before But it's not my heart that's aging because the lights are still on the light is on-- it uses such fiery love answer greetings from all directions the light is on-- with such majestic arrogance Disregarding oppression in the open and in the dark Heh, when did the lamp have a distinct character? since you started to understand me Because the lights are still on-- Bless me When you walk by my window... 【"I love you"】 Who with tears in their eyes, trusting wrote these three words on the beach

Who has tender hope A line of colorful inscriptions embedded in shells Must be a girl in the end Put down a bouquet of daisies, tie a red handkerchief So, people who walk here all infected with nameless lovesickness