Tales of the Night
◎ Brew poet
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Wake up the crickets and crickets and make the melons more circling
Recently, the fence has been tillered with many branches
An ephemeral flower that can't be shut down
The unguarded night incense
I am a snail on the trail
It is a nine-colored deer on Luming Road
Asphalt and ink secreted in the dark
Darkness descended on black and white nights
Put down the search for god and cut the lamp in the chat
Spread out the Classics of Mountains and Seas and go to the Xuanmu Room to learn the natural history
The leaves of youth fall on the windowsill of August
The words consisted of sheep and birds, asleep
2021.8.2.Night.
