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All said: Headlines abuse me a thousand times, and I treat headlines like first love.
Since I started writing from the headlines, the headlines are closer than the husband and the children. Every morning and evening, don't forget to visit.
There are thousands of headline friends, and the most intestinal place is the lotus pond.
Everyone has a habit, I like lotus, love snow, and "people to middle age" main work lotus, his home page has become a wandering place for my soul, sadness and joy are all falling.
From the first sharp corners of the little lotus, to the flowers that are fuller than the moon, to the flowers to Xu Niang's half-old, every bit of mood, every moment of charm, seems to be happy and dare not miss.
Now it is time to go to Heku, with the praise of the poet:
The autumn yin does not disperse the frost and the wind late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the sound of the rain.
With the photographer whispering:
After the prosperity is over, only time is eternal. In the fading depression of prosperity, "calmly face the glory and decay, and watch the ups and downs of the world."
Also with their own thoughts flowing, composing a melody, let the wind twist into a random appearance.
In the eternity of time
Remove all natural glamorousness
Only a sigh from the depths of my soul
Delivered in front of jun
Put the brute force in life
Dissipated
Only put me crisp soft weak authenticity
Delivered to nature
Every drop of ink
Every line of tears
It's all my confession
Heaven and earth are gentle
Read me, understand me
Water waves are affectionate
Allow me, carry me
Cold birds depend on people
Kiss me, get close to me
Lonely moon
Lotus pond incense condensation
Praise me, praise me
Morning sunshine
Wash me, wash me
Like a pulsating melody
Like the pulsations of nature
Like the sails of a ship that set sail
Like the notes of youth
Like a bowstring ready to go
Like a wizened poem
Or nothing
Just a paper negative
Mourning the youth
The soul that was in the ink sighed
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