Far and near, I hope that a generation will bubble in the rain and avoid the case in the arc lane. Twinkling in the dusk light, fantasy of life, taking photos of mountain shadows in early summer, leaving my canoe after the rain. I am a small town, offering a poem of comfort from the snowman's green dance. Remember that river? Maybe, I shouldn't write. My heart loves this world. My poems are chirping, silent and confident. Don't walk there. Sometimes if Sing Tao has night vision, we will find a resume with a lamp. I can sing my own songs. The ground is curved, not goodbye. I will cultivate the ridge of the peddler and try to get home.
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far and near
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
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A faint hope
Me and countless
Non-hatching pebble
Yiqilei
Blue rivers and streams are crawling.
Swallow us
Then spit it out quietly.
Nothing else
I just hope the grass can be extended.
Its shadow
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A generation
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
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Yuhang
Cloudy gray
I can't wash it clean anymore.
We open our umbrellas.
Simply blacken the sky
In the slowly drifting night
There are two pairs of binary stars.
There seems to be no orbital determination.
It's just when it's far away and near ...