Author: Wang Na
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The days like flowing water leave a little beauty, and a trace of sorrow.
The person you love is always inconsistent with your imagination, and it is difficult to understand the wrinkles.
Missing, always like autumn leaves, fluttering, drifting, no home.
A very simple wish, tried again and again or not realized?
In the blink of an eye, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year. The full moon is old, how many infatuations have become dreams? Empty eyes.
I haven't had a drink for a long time, and I've lost the madness of life.
Typhoid fever may seem simple, but it takes too long to heal.
Time can't solve the problem, and age can't solve it.
I traveled through time and space, does that mysterious lover really exist? The trivialities of life have become fragmented thoughts, endless thoughts.
I like to walk and run alone. Speak with the heavens and reap with the earth. Looking at the ever-changing nature, dream of spring and autumn.
The leaves turned yellow, and my heart panicked. Autumn is really coming. The blue sky, the snow-white clouds, and the things that can't be hidden, all exposed.
What kind of writing am I going to write about my life? Words are hard to find, sentences are hard to say.
A quiet day, not tired with things, not tired with feelings, not tired with the complicated world. Simple, love for me, live for me, and express for me.
"New Autumn Order".
The cool breeze is beginning to penetrate, and the gauze curtain and bamboo roll the eyes.
Unloaded the acacia, but also added thick clothes to typhoid fever.
Half a flower shadow, is carved fur.
Three, three, two, two red leaves, provoked gentleness.
Drunken liquor, high-rise buildings, bright moon mountains and rivers bathing in the new autumn.
(Wang Na)
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