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Autumn goes to winter to winter to winter solstice cold, count nine cold winter snow, ice and snow biting cold winter, Lamei character proudly, not all cold wind and snow blowing, not afraid of the cold and freezing, frozen three feet of snow deep, not a day of cold, brave fight the thick winter snow, the next year red plum smiles, the scenery is red, the red plum scenery is still laughing, "Lonely Original." May".

1. Your long journey.

Written on this day, three years after my grandfather's departure, to pay tribute to my loved ones, this is by no means a trip.

Lonely stone.

Melancholy wind. Crying crowd.

Bleak lights. Your departure.

The cold of the world. In my sweaty dreams.

Wave after wave of painful ......

The He Shou Wu you planted.

Start going crazy: Step into that yard.

Eyes full of vines;

Rooftops in September.

It's still a black ache;

White and black on the wall about you.

It is as high as the clouds of heaven.

I looked at the clouds.

It's like seeing your soul.

Glide over ......Slipped through-

A large expanse of rice paddies.

Rows of rooftops that I don't know how many months they are.

Moving Gunma in pieces.

The trail where dragons and snakes glided.

Can I imagine this:

You sit there.

Listen to Shakyamuni's lectures.

The light of the Buddha shines on your eternal peace.

Three ways by the river, under the bridge.

The red manju sawa.

Poured out for you.

Peerless scenery ......

2. Departure. We set off together.

Embrace a dream.

Eyes exchange happiness.

The brows flickered with coldness.

Come from**. Trend**.

Don't say a word. The frost sticks to the feet.

Bright as pink. One last sip of warming wine.

Push it over and pass it over.

The day dawned, and the black clouds closed in the sky.

Smoke rose into the air.

The sun is gone. This moment.

How can it be so silent.

We're all in this together. Smile comforts left and right.

Dispel fog barriers. Sing out loud.

Roses and lilies will reopen.

This gift and gift.

We share. 3. Untitled.

When one day everything returns.

Can I get back to my youth.

It's like a playful time traveler.

Take a trip through the space.

There are still a few light years to go slowly.

Standing by the river for many years.

Let the water soak over your body.

It's like I've been born in the water.

Buried in a sea of books.

Wander between the words for a while.

Treat all selfish people sensibly.

I feel like every minute is being spent.

So wonderful. 4. There is a light sleep when I am confused, because I heard the sigh of death and new life in the change of seasons;

Sometimes I can't sleep, just because I smell the variations of warmth and coldness in the disillusionment of human nature.

In this alternation between nature and the world, who played the melody of order in chaos?

Don't panic, don't mess up.

Suddenly, his eyes were lowered, tears could not be hidden, and he couldn't help himself, for the reincarnation of life and death.

Sorrow, sorrow and joy.

5. Far away. Lights, neon, and traffic.

Day and night, year after year.

Walk through the city.

Maybe a certain street.

Someone who passed by.

From afar. Unknown town.

You see him. and did not look at him.

A moment of rubbing shoulders.

It seems to be able to smell the distant ancient town.

The tranquil scent of dew in the morning.

Or under a blue sky.

Flock of cotton white.

The loud singing of the shepherds not far away.

It seems to be able to cut through the shadows under the inner curtain.

Just a rub shoulder.

It's like a long journey.

You can feel the breath of distantness.

Far away is more than just a place for strangers to live.

It is also the place of peace of mind is hope.

What about the content? Is it just that there is no limit to the topic?

I wander in the middle of nowhere.

The past you remember, the future you forget.

All of them are dying out in this sea of people.

Turn around and look back.

Why this strangeness.

Where you are.

Why can't I remember.

All of this.

Why is it so vague.

Am I who I am?

I'm going to look for it in this direction.

I'm supposed to walk a**.

Bustling **.

It's just me being stupidly still confused.

The bustle and bustle of the world.

Why, why.

It became to me.

Boundless loneliness.

I'm lonely and small.

Forgot all about me.

Dissolve in this boundless.

In the boundless sea of people.

I'm going to wander.

Wander to find and seek.

Who needs stars, who will gaze in the night Looking for distant comfort Who doesn't want Every day It's a poem Every word is a star Like a bee fluttering in the heart Who doesn't want to have a soft evening Soft as a lake Fireflies and stars swim among the water lilies Who doesn't like spring, birds fall all over the branches Like stars falling all over the sky The sound of twinkling shimmering wafting from afar Clusters of white lilacs are hazy If every corner of the earth is full of light Who needs stars, who will burn lonely in the cold Looking for the hope of the stars Who wants to write poems of suffering year after year Every capital is a group of trembling stars Like ice and snow covering the heart Who wants to watch the night freeze Stiff like a piece of land The wind blows down one thin star after another Who doesn't like fluttering flags, loves fire Springsing out of the golden stars When the stars in the sky are tired—rise To illuminate where the sun can't.

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