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Happiness. When happiness comes.

I don't remember.

Those flowers that bloomed in the middle of summer.

Dreams. I've seen old movies.

It was as if it had dissipated in the wind for many years.

And then all of a sudden.

It's like a fog filling the eyes.

Then suddenly there was clarity.

If this is happiness.

And I'm always an afterthought.

That long memory of summer.

It doesn't seem to be for one person.

Rather, for a dense tree.

and one-of-a-kind happiness under the tree.

If you forget it like that.

If remembered in a future story.

So. Eternal Summer.

Camphor and Ginkgo are still arguing.

The sun is still eroding.

Nightshade is still stubborn.

The wind is still. The summer of the lost.

The lost years.

A neon-lit summer night square.

The Trojan is still spinning.

But I could never leave.

It's like a long time ago, there was a heavy snow in the north.

Icy cold in the wind long after that.

I just started to wake up.

Juice splattered on the map.

Indicate which direction.

Tomorrow will still be sunny.

The plane flew over the blue sky of the city.

Crossing an invisible remembrance.

Heavy rain suddenly filled the horizon.

The clock ticks and ticks.

The years flow like water.

Stand in the bright moonlight.

But I still don't know what to do.

Who's playing the guitar and singing.

Who is crying in color.

A one-foot-wide table.

Wine glasses clashed. Tears fell silently.

If you say fragile.

It was me at that time.

Then at this time. Being strong is not a new sustenance.

If it was a long time ago.

I can't see happiness.

Well after that.

I wouldn't. Have the courage to chase.

Or yes. Still walk the way you came.

Different results.

On that foggy street corner.

What a legend.

There's a lot of that.

Await. The tide receded.

Leave a boat without oars.

You can't hear the noise of the waves.

The cry of the storm could not be heard.

It silently ran aground on the beach.

It's lonely and sad.

But it stubbornly waited.

Wait for the tide to return to shore.

It's only sparse and shallow, see and laugh!

My poetry. Write to the Moon.

But he was wet with cold dew.

My poetry. Write to Peach Blossom.

But he was drenched by the Qingming rain.

My poetry. Write to Liu Lin.

But he was drifted off his mind by catkins.

My poetry. To the shepherd boy on the back of the ox.

was politely declined by the flute.

My poetry. Written to the girl who stroked the qin.

But he was folded by the autumn wind.

My poetry. Written to the wild geese.

The geese have hurried south.

My poetry. Written for Spring, Summer and Autumn/Winter.

Let the four seasons change and interpret the eternal beauty.

My poetry. Write to the gardener.

Thanks to the hard-working gardeners.

Watering the flowers with the sweat of hard work.

My poetry. Write to the mother.

Thanksgiving to the beloved Mother.

Feeding us selflessly with sweet milk.

My poetry. Write to the mountains and rivers.

Write to the earth. Write to the wind and rain.

Write to Raiden. Write to the sunshine.

Write to the air. Thank you for the blessings of nature.

Continued our endless life.

I wish my poetry.

Plug in the wings to fly.

Spread your wings and sing non-stop.

Come to my space and trust you to find what you are looking for.

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1. The sound of surging waves.

It's a blissful pain.

Who's at dawn. Deliver out one.

Red dawn.

2. Get together.

Set off waves on the sea.

A round red eye.

Start a visual inspection. Whether the days are long or the nights are short.

3. Surging speeches.

Vehement. Who competes for posts at dawn.

Replace the moon that plagiarizes the light.

4. Who is fluctuating at dawn.

Confess with the sound of the rising tide.

In order to get the true love of the moon.

Do not hesitate to put a bright red heart.

Pulled it out. 5. The darkness before dawn.

Making one last roar.

The rising sun, riding the turbulent waves.

Take a leap forward. Darkness suddenly fell and fled.

6. Who is it? Set off a thousand waves.

Interrupt my dreams.

With the sound of surging waves.

Wake me up. Oh, all living beings.

Need to be bright.

My original "Sunrise on the Sea", see if it helps you!

The night scene is bustling and the howling is broken, and the silver moon is ecstatic.

The surging blue water is excited, and the rolling spring is peaceful.

The moonlight is very soft, the sea is like a mother's love, the seagull is a note that inadvertently enters the dream, the silence in the years is accompanied by the mysterious waves, and the lanterns are lit in the distance, and the warmth in the memory is also lit.

I don't know if I'm satisfied.

There is a sea and a moon.

What else. There is this quiet night.

But the light looks upon me.

The stars dance to my tears.

"Tide" month under no makeup.

Listen to the long wind of the tide night.

Lonely shadow of the sand.

Thin clouds, sea and sky, Penglai Island.

Meet and ride together.

Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain of rainbows.

The sound of cicadas fell. The sound of frogs rises.

A pool of red lotus is like a red flame.

In the rain. It's the same whether you come or not.

I actually feel it.

Homing birds. Although he was tired, he still carried the sun back. With a flip of his wings, he dropped the slanting sun on the river. The white reeds also pretended to be red.

Lonely slender hands.

Jade-like thoughts.

Push open the lightly fastened screen.

Rain. Cold.

Trembling heartbeat.

Like the wind of silence.

Xiaoxiao rain break. Looking at the autumn cold.

It has rained a lot this summer. I didn't see you crying at the window.

The Marquis' Gentleman's Orchid.

Lonesome. Lonely open.

Where is Wei Rui's warm heart?

Elegy. Last night's roses.

He was sick like the sunset.

Hanging in the corner of a wall dripping with blood.

rendered into. Helpless parting song.

There is no grip. Silence is so oppressive.

Can't look for it. The slightest pain left by the footprints. Water. Flower.

Go for it. This season.

The mileage of the heart is also in between.

Go around the back. Summer, wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

The rainy season is not a tender sunset.

The strange appearance of crying.

Can't keep the call of home.

It's not a wailing autumn goose yet.

Each of them cherishes it for the rest of his life.

Not a seasonal thought.

No raindrops. It will be safe and sound.

There is no lotus fragrance.

Last night. Can you hear me?

Outside the window, the whispers of the wind on the branches.

When the moon hangs in the treetops.

I climbed the rope of moonlight.

Heard a topic about you.

Whose tears turned into the coldness of this autumn rain?

Away from yesterday's warmth.

Whose sobs turned into the murmur of this autumn rain?

The parting tune was played.

Knocked down the leaves and flew away shadows.

Tears slipped and shattered the past.

The autumn rain has made this scenery desolate.

Your high flying is only our parting.

Thank you, my parents.

If I were a seedling, then you would be the warm sunshine bathing me.

If I am a herb, then you are the fertile ground that feeds me.

If I am a flower, then you are the green leaves that set me off.

Dear parents, you have done so much for me, cooking delicious meals, washing soiled clothes, and picking me up and ...... on time every day

Your sunny love warms my heart.

If you are a pearl, it must be the most dazzling one.