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There are stars and moons in the sky
There are lights in the world
I have lone pine remnants in my eyes
The sea and sky are vast
Above his head, there are clouds that hate the rain
Also with human sorrow
Knowing you, I forgot
Ring of delusion
Forgot to read minds
Just silly to cooperate with you
Phenom treading snow
Empty mountain to give Tsevi
In this day and age
I make the old word rain and wash away the grievances of the earth
Ran up
At night the alfalfa grass bloomed
But I couldn't see it, and I was still asleep
Defeated by another flower. I lost
Not courage, it's frankincense
For a foreigner
I cast starlight, swallow shadow and homecoming
Hope is illuminated and drawn
Be taken home
Stand in the shadows
When I think of spring, I don't give up
I ran again
I am the wilderness, the forest, the river
Into the mountains
Suddenly, I wanted to go into the mountain alone
There are flowing springs in the mountains, and I am not a flowing spring
There are rock carvings on cliffs, and there are Lingxiao Palace
There are thousand-year-old firs and bald-headed men
I don't want to either
I went into the mountains
Pick up a bunch
Left in the empty valley
Birds
Actually, I don't want to. I just want to throw away a big era
Wear only bamboo canes and shoes
A few cold flowers
Only the way
There is no age in the mountains
Walk through the groves
Between the openness of the sea and the meadows
There is a small forest
There are many happy ones in the grove
leaf. flowering branch. Clearings in the woods
Birds chirp happily
I walked through the time
Get close to every piece of falling shadow
That kind of suddenly tightened up
Or darken down
Freedom is better than the meadow and the sea
spacious
In the evening, I walked through this grove of trees again
The sky darkened inch by inch
Rain falls. Makes me happy
Want to cry
Small town memories
I'm going to be careful to fold the town up
Pack into an envelope
Soon you will receive cherry blossoms in the rain
The petals fell all over the ground
You should notice
A hedgehog
Carefully move the stagnant water along the curb
Turn across this street
A café is right ahead
Like the stamps of the last century
A bit fuzzy
Under the glass oil lamp, everything
It's clear again
Remember? It was at the wooden table
You read me "The Song of the Sad Cafe"
When you open this letter
Rain is on the red mailbox
Meandering, and I already have
From the countless twilights, stand up
Note: The Song of the Sad Cafe is a masterpiece by American female writer Carson McCullers.
Under the blue sky
The sky was a little blue
A bird
Walk through above
shadow
Dripping on the surface of the sea
I raised my eyes
Holding a bearded branch that had just been picked
Its beauty
Can't get on the countertop
At this point, there is only the emptiness of the sky
Willing to accept
it
There is also a bend of the moon
It is appearing above the house
October, in my heart
Under the blue sky
I want to be with the years
reconciliation