Zheng Chouyu Selected Poems

 Zheng Chouyu Selected Poems:
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I hit it so in the South through the season as the face of the open lotus wind does not come off
, March catkins
you do not fly such as the small city of lonely hearts just
bluestone streets if the evening among the
Qiongyin does not ring, do not expose the March spring hangings
your heart is a small casement tight end cover
I Dada is a beautiful mistake hoofs
I am not owned by people, is a passing hh
fiery lonely people sitting watching flowers
burning love
Nine for fuel refining, according to the article Lian Lian Xing
edged sword nature of the sword after
and refining how to
refining refining refining fire yourself

itself as the container is no longer their own but
Big real Ruoxu
content of this so-called consummate
is not fun Fei Ngo

improvisation into flames

she walked in the outer edge of the Buddha: I stay
only Haishi to midnight
you to grant me one hundred and eight is a relic of pre-existence sparks
Acacia bone
also used Linden heart rings strung together time lines
cotton rosary for life invited me
Mo is a common Zuohua
Xianfeng Qing Ji Dong Fu
yin and yang two body
sat silent through the ages on the number of the beads and my
escape demons to come back how do you know
night when I was that monster Nianhua
smile every morning in the handwritten one hundred and eight crazy characters such as the nine cattle
afraid Qing Nie and practice such as a hair < br> And you come to stay as long as an hour
relic that has the organs of my heart and soul into the lime
one
with my life I can not see I can not see your lips just feel
printed as a record cold dews kiss

not robbed of my noble melancholy; the aristocratic gray;
other hand to the sun, rain curtains to visit me,
I do not love Stellaria red sunset, and India to do my window grilles,
I live in my city, and be content with sadistic count day,
do not pick my gratitude cited, even though the black knights Chiguo you breeze ,
Westminster not to veil the fog, hidden lure overseas stars I:
you know, that gray aristocratic mmmm
I do not want to leave, I cared, this beautiful before execution of the home.
map only when the west wind that came through
, the westerly mmmm
only blow out the candles so I have gone through a
leaving behind only the leaf not read the books in the Hand
while filling a room You An anti-India out of the window of the faint.
Tong drift down as far as on the echo, like the fingers of the leaf
night light cover King's Melancholy by candle pour off the fire deep in the eyes
moment, I was so spontaneously to remember that the time young
hey, that time, love Qian's come through as westerly winds.
life
slide downhill over the sky, I turned out the light by night rain meteor
are the cool earth, catch a ride the way to go to bet the lives of
to be throwing a rain, the lake stirred the fog of the night
enough, life is so short, so short of actually gorgeous!
happened, I won, fans in the beautiful creation of the set from the Bureau of the days, such as needle
after all, drag the first concentration
after landing short of the color line between the pickup means, and anti-embroidered proud I am partial shade
Well, life is so fast, actually speed up so peaceful!
Dudie
This is House of the garden, stone steps to the temple

waste destroyed tonight Who you with it?
from wind and rain with the uninhibited, suppressing the memory from the old to the new temple on the amount
has dipped from, and where is the Duodie

our old oil-paper to conclude that I am amassing, we need to maintain
trading dialects that even before the futon and the petals stand
or laughter in unexpectedly to stop
ah, you have a stranger who, with the wind and rain tonight to
you waste my heart from the four corners of the buildings have sheets hanging cornices
thin wings of the iron railings that, you have to gently
shake gently, ah, that was my dream tentacles
convergence is not a question
silently, one by one in February in the rain
arm veins of our Xiaoqing River < br> a vortex ring, jumped out to
blossoming out of the south window you open, the heart of the four AV
mmmm
the end I sent my busy, dust off the seat sub-perennial
open to every corner of Tanzania, one by one to place your furnishings
ah, that is a compact display system of your hand resting on
leisurely manner, and that the two Zhaixin homes, the eight rooms Room
three thousand years of wandering Fine

eventually goes off to fulfill the peak in the West
the door there that sound scattered over her Shouhuan
who returned the first-order < br> Who alms along the back of each star is the smell of a cavity Canggu
the male
Dingling exhausted in the lead in any case, has also sounded
and later a gate and into the
read a number of transition and some of Fan Shen drinks some further reflection pecking
that six times seven
world
(ah three hundred forty wonderful word Tuo Luo)
late the first day of class in Nianxiang start with the wooden fish swim
Lotus
tongue my soul
Bujibuli
wife
young married woman's home was a former deep-door sedan
trembling willow reed curtain down the alley
appointment rolled Yan Yan's wedding day air
Church is like a stack of records and not turn dizzy in the afternoon
ah Yan Yan language lap lap then the snow laughing
Phi of the mountains is still warm clothing
old age still more uphill ridge hh
wing cloud-free news
the way of total helplessness Maehyang inclined to take advantage of at the time
want to push the quilt from the wife Yeah it does not stick
sense of loss dearest friends still put a good kite desk hh
drunk River basin (a)
bagpipes, said men in the number of childhood
bagpipes with the whole man
get wind of bamboo City
Although they grew up loving to sing the same song
the throat is sad
years Qiqiyiai to flow through the
that the two sides are waiting for loss of spring tillage and winter with the Pan
a river splashes of notes broken stalagmites upstream
more flowers breath
Blue Bell and Lower than rustling horses more than the cry along

think of a good childhood love to sing that sad song
years Qiqiaiyi to flow through the throat flow fallow

cross-strait ah still two sides agreed devotion to the Virgin River Valley, with
drunk (b) < br> every night they looked at the empty cup
(when the brothers had set off on the drink's wives really like it!)
the pleasure boat on the way soon but ah start a marriage
masts that stand in the sixth every candle on
night they looked at the red
(when the brothers, who have been deceased and who is regarded as wives ni!)
the growth of one kind of the whole watershed are brown plant
(a lamp post What I am similar garb!)
then they let the wind summon a black cloak, such as an earthquake
its spectacular city
ah night they pay very slow very slow neck and nailed to the cross, only
Hong Kong night
far as the anchor ring the bell
intermittent clouds floating like a fish moving into that soft little waves Daizhu rounded hh
commission lazy
mature light paste side of the ship, so to greasy, and soft stone steps down to the ferry
worry about mysterious
this port, quiet sleep, as was his mother's hand on
light on the water tower
pulled into gold shadow boat , like an eagle, like the wind through the hh
homing song
wandering too long, I want to go back a
like, I do not belong here I want to take off all the long-suspended
The masthead light off the range in the final

I want to go back a signal hh
will towards each Pianfan
Sipei West Gulf (Note)
as tired of the sun < br> landed there, I know that every cloud will stoop to kiss

Miluo river Zhu, like clean and shallow water where vortex rotation as
not a hh
I want to go back
days, there are faint corner there are signs of empty seats
welcome home the banquet were withheld
clouds and sails in place
where my light will rise h
(Note) Sipei West Gulf: Shelley missing at the end we love

ah rain, like rain,
between the stars and the stars the way,
we are silent at the end carriages.
was playing in a transparent The great forests,
have Maundy stream in the water,
it is packed with a bed of lotus lamp ah,
Magpie Bridge is the story of the cows and lost in the
hh
where it lost in the end we wrapped the
love ah, like rain,
slanting, slanting light woven into the memory.
which is short of memory
between the stars do to stay forever?
now is full of broken pearls
died a hh
flow residual frontier fort guarding Suite one of the people who have been placed
, leaving
Fort
see the residual frontier of the nineteenth century prairie ah
Today is a hh
palpitation sand dunes and empty arrows eye
nails hanging off the horn was dusk
and return the boots look polished stone floor of the
shu ah
pile everything old sand cast
all the rust
hundred years ago, the local hero, Department of horse warrior
hundred years ago Here where the sword grinding
sadly I unloaded the saddle
ah no history key lock my luggage did not
sword
dream to be a loud bar
while moonlight, I pass under the grief of the the fate hanging in the collar
a camel in the eye
wrapped with a lonely passenger who is suspended
This lamp ah
wilderness, the home of a hazy smile
Look hh
a low fire song song where there shochu
ah ah
where mutton was exchanged with the direction of h
wandering shepherdess Third Frontier Suite

that there are young girls do not wear flowers gallop
Junior gallop to visit relatives married

hey
no residue that has flowers that have withered horse, but
Bridge
residues buried withered flowers anywhere
ah ah Do not look back across the bridge of the horse hh Dusk was
tired
heavy
wineskins have done the evening's guests hho
The fourth frontier Suite
Chi who came to the side that wrapped it
cooking with upright and sleepy hazy marriage
the Camel
you may be from the sand plains of Guke
loving and hearty
border town with the children
you may see the exiled Anger whip-like eyebrows

hurt too much, however, you have a gentle whistle ah
gently lifted the heavy evening

I lit the lights come on
like a river keep more of the wild frontier Suite

shelter had defeated the five generals shelter
tears over the end of business travel at the end lost shelter
tears too far tear disgrace the end of the
Demotion shelter through the end of tears escaped Shuzu
river ah, I come today and I
, no tears to the bottom side of the trunk lying in your
sand plains of the wind can not push you hard you
The acid sorrowful sigh
the next month, an iron bar color so disheartened earth
more lazy
life since I come back to life to you from far away come to
, to go far back we go to pick up
anywhere compilation of songs to end our song Yeah
children, also lost in the roof of each piece of land hh

night, the stars have all come to my roof tiles on I sit at the bottom of the Kap Shui
look good deep well ah.
Ever since the opened skylight
personally like the body of ice and snow cover
- I could not help the North
stars are all beautiful in spring, share the loop with the seven nights,
and that the South does a small blue star?
Chunquan water from hanging around in the walls of the
It has the sound of cho-cho not hanging vases.
ah, the stars are all too beautiful sound in the dream
and see only one name
that name, such as the water itself was hh
mistress
bluestone in a small town, home to my mistress and I

nothing left her only a stretch of gold chrysanthemum, and a tall window
perhaps, through some the solitude of the sky might come
hh and gold chrysanthemum is good to wait for the
I think, lonely and waiting, the woman is good
So, I went, dressed in blue shirts by wearing sub
I want her to feel, that season, or the arrival of migratory birds

home because I do not always know the kind of person
rainbow after the wind grass
night sky, but also, peach Vision like a cloud of chaos
is mount it is written in calligraphy on
trade winds, and I still remain
recipient feeling, remember that eaves drop intermittently read out
end hh in the sound of sunset copper drum sound
small window, mailbox
mouth like a lot of midnight sun, my name into question
(is the topic and the wind coming from the students know the grass inflorescence it!) The
Jingzhe Cantabile, clear and bright like wine, but I
silk is in the rain, the lazy, like a chrysalis a gift

April rainy season is a multi-brown plant,
That the quality of the fiber is suitable for soft textile;
green farming which is too big a factor,
who is willing to hang a brightly it?
a sun lamp! a moon lights!
- will not work,
Enlightening the time, that plants have withered.
there another way to cut a slice, a piece of woven rainy season,
I see it as to give you piece veil,
prime is a prime point, dim point,
which is necessary -
every day, every day, you clear the end of the spring is too bright!
the window
side window of the little slave girl party the night sky, blue as Po, a look at the East shiny,
made me Persians. And when I decorated the bottom of the crest as before, those who have slave
wipe off, then play it taught me to have buried the idea. as long as the whole family cozy up my end of eyelashes, it will be buried
played. It is the tomb of the faint blue palace corridor, and I were carrying the slave
, to step out of a kiss.
part of this small round window of clear sky, is the pouring of the magnetic, plate-like look
always something of a cloud Sheng. single meal preferences, when the juvenile has been things. hey! night I was looking forward to
; night, the empty wine glass there, the plate appears that
hh slave who does not love walking are always obese.
* words windows face south
I am God, and bare arms winding yarn about the night. So,
stars hanging in the wrist is my slave.
slave of God, there is a name . take one, forgot one, sometimes the wrong call
. Sometimes, they embrace the extremities in the window, so that they turn, like a windmill to
words to say by principal.
Roadway
round about the Castle too high, look like a description of the blue clear sky
window hh
we often cloud the curtains
way or another it was overcast and rain floating fringed
I originally want to hear exhausted and the duo sound
sound is for you sad in this little hospital confront
Come
cares whether the relative value of the I's fate at the Millennium by nature
Who told you to meet me
and meet like two fish in this small Roadway
Night Song
At this time, our port is quiet
proboscis pointing overhead cranes like the match-day match

and feed the giant elephant in the sky like falling stars
lifted if the real worry is that your heart light offshore wind
sailed a forehand to see a small influx of thousands in Hong Kong that we care Wood
all boats you will not see their names
and you are familiar with all the lights that each lamp is like a
past, a love
At this time, our Hong Kong real that have been quiet. When the wind and light
when the light is like a small wave of worry and the past, when
walked past you will love, like I do
walked quietly, This is a beautiful bend of the fourth over the South China Sea Pier
the Three Realms bonsai glass box
children together like broken away in the quiet
scattered Zen
extra duty to revel in the long eyelashes, like the elegant wing
and icy blue solution for the black bamboo dew
not help the pupil, such as the pecking begs for food -
pigeons in the South China Sea while we actually do
spring but whistle The mountains covered in cloud shadow

mermaid is rolled around chatter with Putuo
* and interference and the Channel Islands, all the rest are edge spring sky
-
we are actually in the South China Sea Department of pigeon
feet while the book is the Goddess of Mercy Shaoji
Fushi
husband as the Taipei basin
placed within the box is inlaid with jade hh
cello
the bare Tatun Guanyinshan
strong arms away from the winks Shih

left is further south, has a heavy look at the past

forests of the Central Mountain Range breast
Keelung River Valley, like the sound of the golden key to the lock
keep the sun poked
place in Yunfei
I stretch my ice ax
for that end of the rainbow arch decorated with a colorful
string cello
this to recover from what it is among the most words of wisdom to make those who
dual, silent mm.
mountains outside the book
suspense
for me I do not have to hh
in the mountains, the clouds from the sea of silence
says the sea wind from the sea deep

says the sea is too vast
laughter from the sea of people I
Wave Hill is solidified
(no longer believe the news of the sea)

my heart is no longer owned by the end of surging
Life on the mountain
since coming to the mountains, friends, ah!
My day is inverted to:
I always had the evening before dawn
night transition, Blackstone grazed my shoulder,
stand on the peak wind roar,
sing ah! here are not afraid of highbrow
show in genealogy of the poet's head,
Oh! wisdom for the continuation of the blood,
I dug deep sky transparent name
sing ah! here are not afraid of highbrow
off the fan
ah! repeat itself quiet reflection and deep Tanxin
two moving rivers, cross
I owned in the end of silence, under the windows of a timely hh
ah! repeat itself scattered in Che Sing Language and the crystal cold evening
He Qiqing Yuet Wah ah
cliff with my cold eye
straight sets in the same body of jade were on tour in the Qing Ming
Then, in bamboo forest The other side of the
fishing singing sound, Yifan Ga but down
ah! repeat itself a pleasure to cloud the lens-
that bright image, after all, I Piaomiao dies
light is off Phi skirt
go to Tanxin throw, throw to -
Cliff
nothing in the cliffs, the front I like this song a
hh
ah ---
do not have life sang the song in your sorrowful nature imitating
do not have to you do not have the text color of the pen
Acura, do not render, do not boast about it!
really the end of your voice, can pass out of ten you?
and almost the end of the picture you can keep time for you?
What, then, that ares Jingtao, do not have that generous reward miles
clouds, do not be surprised really like
, ah! your bottom eye is so low What?
timing and location, landscape, moon and stars
not that, ah! do not have to think of
do not have to guess, your ears do not have the voice of
try to figure out, you do not have to present a case of the color
Wing III sigh, ah, for the existence of a thin
If your friends, you did not have life
perspective to ah, as I stand in this cliff < br> Here mmmmmm
air is clear, on a cold, running water was clear and bright light
when you realized, vaguely realized
you unlimited time to start from all the sensual
However, the universe is finite toys
have you, you create the universe mmmmmm
ah, the dream of self reward,
should be a small stand quietly hh

me to end my conclusion the end of Jiyu,
this endless mystery ah!
hometown of snow pressure off the branches,
it is time to think of the static force
South China Morning planetesimals
For language, such as black bamboo cover a pool of running water hh
mountain too high, the clouds seemed too thin,
HE Li Peng wing float, I saw,
a red cicada, quietly shed a ,
White-winged by [moments] dyed black
ah! you pack up the spring Yeah!
look at me mmmmmm
[twenty years into a dream while in Kansas
scared of this body! ]
Can I go with your children early
,
children leave early!
explorers
static, from the sound coming out,
the mountains here, and low flow of water,
night Grievous Dakota,
us to the end of the bus stopped
tents such as empty drums, loud snoring gently touch it;
love of quiet Fan Club elves,
jumped nervously shaking trees
ah! here, the mountains, tall, gentle,
willing to grant,
mountains here, like women's breasts,
in confidence in a miracle of eternal,
we sleep, to think of a better,
sign the magic in a confidence
Harbor Yin
rainy season like a river, the port side since April flow through
my disheveled step, like a little habits of fish swim wear
algae in the street between the tall
me blowing bubbles, side thought, I miss mmmmmm
side of the game, clear small window through the day
described the beauty of this painting to me
the cloud position, the shadow of high buildings to the sun
and brightness
addition to the three-dimensional circle with right angles, and countless
Yiu Yiu's small eyes, ah
Hong Kong Department of spring light in the bow tie on the
travelers and affecting the sailor painted red sub
and I end the game, by squeezing the small waves to big waves to the shore
Big Wave Paoxiao, small waves silently
Konami has quietly lured away sand hh
Xiaoyan lay in the group streams
grass and the plants afloat careless
trapped between the red dot and flowing like a stream of young green
a few miles, flowing through the thousands of depressed centuries
in my eyes the most appropriate online
stop falling down to the ground like a fence like the mining belt
the end of my waist
small garden when I walk, the end of the shadow if you escorts gallery
me when I was napping, you are my dream the ancient dream of the way
cold age, and of the mountains obstructions
dream girl leaning by sheep, grassland with snow drifting
and, then, I'm a Cuckoo
not dream of spring, I die a long time without saying
stone < br> small die stone from the sky, the river in his hometown
listed as the root cause of the same plant, so the green leaves and white flowers
these fairy Mao Yan Wing length, so that children
picking the universe of these rare guests
sat stiffly in the river, coldly past
lightly tides talking smack, slap
when the mist hanging unadorned, low- Margaret Jin
shop stone nestling aquatic plants die they have a short period of sleep is
natural, I often walked, and often stay
bugging some of my forgotten childhood, and memories of those silent
days of the original at the end of the blue, a small hut
remember my mother call out the window
that black and cold of space and clarity and vast echo
vertical dirt
- - In the mountain carrying a technical team in the sea Autopia

sun roll on the highway to
Road tree until the tree bent with the Road to a far higher almost
tomorrow in the East side of < br> We will plow turned the soil vertically like a lark then
will live on in the wind as we
colorful rainbow after the rain
family group has lined up are hidden in the valley we stand
the cold walls of the chest as
to bust any clouds in the high impact
home side almost hang our
swing and then anchor pile climbing
passion fruit of our lips touch always Red eye and the stars have predicament

ah boy near the vertical stab is good for Astral
but leave the soil in the vertical
when cooked on the totem in the ancient ice has been ax thaw
stars and eye also looked at the sea and the sea goodbye

we are shown between the sun rose over the
and light and heat is another of us will empty the sea
tide over the sphere of hh hh
Island River Valley
all the fingers of the ocean water in the mountain cable
hh
This is the smallest class
very clear, very shallow, very lively and love high cliff singing

plants are difficult to look up upside down in silence at noon the sun
the slightest penetration
distance to the cloud the end of irrigation, such as forest
heavy rainfall with a prehistoric shadow image of a defect cover

our civilization tents stationed
masking
Gulf desert and Ben Han hybrid quiet cloth cloud the end of the window in my
this girl has been throwing wild
politely pressed the skirt may be why not lift your face the end of spring
you love the little sleepy?
flirting you do not know rocks are slightly lift your hand
Qunjiao the color Yee !

you live in a small little island of the island where I was thinking of
tropical, belong to the kingdom
green light sand, always colored schools of fish habitat
bird jump ring in the branches, such as the keys of the cliff there are ups and downs of love
gaze, such as hair
Phi hanging Garland are good there, waiting for the grass, trimmed with wild flowers such as the shop had fruit there
Bath your sun is blue, the sea is green
then your health is depressed, love is the curl of
faint cloud of humor and laughter
Ray Lin Cong of dance music and cold flow Song
you live in that little island of my hard to describe
difficult to sleep soundly painted a gentle afternoon there
If the earthquake, I went to, will stick with my flute when
I am a cowboy and you're the lamb
or I go, I firefly
overtaken my life for you to light a lamp
children master the only solution
on January, the captain You walked
shadow falls on the right side of the south, you have to line seven ocean storm
Ye Xiaofan go get one, but where is your berth
the end of [my] Yeah
old red sub- is light, laughter is not in the past and today's broadsword
become blunt wrong
one thousand nine hundred fifty-three, August 15, Keelung diary
tropical sea ice as a mirror
if not awakened by the sound of nocturnal winged
captain, you will slide to the north to the home of Belleville
hh
you miss the sailing, Belleville!
too indulge in the spring harbor a deep , Belleville!
the spring anchor
you say too much to contain nectar, feeding, Belleville ah:
trade winds have switched to the hh
merchant brigade has far hh
snatched land and sea to the prosperity of all the career
stay lonely for you
May this year, the owner, not the flowers you that the war
the man had gone
fire Baylor Virgin Yeah, hey, Belleville:
sail patch on the rudder had been broken hh
have thick moss on the sailors knife
hh
Ivy play as a tropical wave Qingsi
that sank off the
waving money at them the child-like play Shen Green Island
stars
half the night the storm to hit the leg of an old sailor knife

be Absence polished
be used alone, was heading for all the joy
be used for the mast upwind of the bottle and the rope
hh

from time to time I like fog from the sea, back to Second twelve stars
sailing you ask me sailing thing, I laughed hh
sky from time to time, such as fog,
knock tinkle of earrings made in the dense cluster to find routes;
with the most detailed information the finest boo, blowing open the lighthouse light eyelashes cited
Run marks the equator is a red line, but not laugh when you are a bunch of dark blue radial
pearl
when you miss is the time of separation and I from the sea dripping
, you have too many rare sea people prepared hh
Pui Ying, anger cloud people's nights that I will not dare
and nearly Airlines coral reef areas
morning recently widowed King

November came dressed in a gray nylon fabric, ah!
do not believe in the rainy season? November, the sun is not even applied powder the blueprint for Hong Kong
not a curve of drying and transparent
a European cruise
cream in the fall as the University's campus
and like the same female students wearing colorful sweater
red, yellow, green flags are being -
Ahhh, it must be admitted to the University just
female students are more and more love to laugh, shy, but the West care of
verses Dongzhang Kam

me if I was trying to use intricate tapestry of poetry, such as hh
naughty eyes smile like the stars
Han Yun
drawn to the Kam-axis on both ends of
beautiful - is not Magic of the Rainbow
that ranks as the Bose is not the land of the snow
- Smart
if I want my poetry to
intricate tapestry of the hh
heart decorated with numerous notes < br> cutting season when the two notes for the phrase

when they accidentally collide spark to
it! I end Kam has not faded luster is New Year's Eve
nineteen
Fifty-four church bell tower on the town
ring is like a new bath that's the Golden Sun rises
and wilt then roaring down the the 1953's flower
only aroma in the end I signed to stay on the
At this time, I love to write some memories of the
wings like a snail of the crooked neck Shiren learning

and a sparrow lying smiling I almost died
with the wrong child to throw the plum of nuclear matter
goldfish tank snow line of small wind
porch standing on my feet tail
a nap more vines the windows hh < br> I adopted a defensive, the mirror was in high
Yes, I want to do my little dream of snow!
carved elevation
day parting my sadness has towering clouds form out of the < br> So, I was above the snow line in spring biological
eyelashes actually shut it on my window
be considered if the curse of the white eye
Nana, I hung the mirror later in the high cloud

July came, late in July that cloud, such as looking up the Blue Creek Mountain
Strait Rouhuan
more sudden, autumn drawn to the streamers, the solution of their kit
swing in the whole Great Plains are the little hands grip
also like the gold rush of the winter
thirty quail have gone dark road in the snow in time of the year
set hh
final bell
July came and went in July hh

August we left in July to a
August, when the provisional to have picked up that flower
old man hh.
Thus, the small church bell
serene sounds
priest dressed in white returned home wiping sweat
peacefully
We listened in silence, looking at
end peacefully once waiting hh
a month in total
bell
also quietly took us to the hh
accent
I look at the meteor, miss universe, he is a gypsy
paddock in a cold, and we is tied over the horse with the slot in the warm earth
I have a canning
and I lost the old companions, I was lonely
I want to tell him that once small warehouse copper pit brazier, and hand roasted
We also had the wine song -
it is the Earth's sun, and why all the heat
drew near when the cold, away from the counter when the warm, and I was deeply puzzled
Verse
not stray, and I do not want the singers space of time is rather
Shiren
However, I was wandering the universe you do not need to leave the earth I
< br> This is a party to the land I left

will be
Octagon time I retired my life to the gods or the devil
I will announce to the eye of peace the
The Jianguang slowly into
days of stars, or on the sea, to hate a thing, I rest in peace
universe forgotten me, and left to all, I quietly
longer in the eternal, the small dust in a small town

tourists to this small town
Mar Lin Xing things the heap spring wore hh.
long period of water such as the stone bridge with
knot under the name of the and March
hh
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light on the water tower
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have seen that the fence, turn but faded the
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the end of the cloud in my way, in my clothes on the end of a faint
miss my high
no birds on the throat, I did not spend dimple
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in my feet, I'm still on top
the end of that fence cottage has been seen, but omitted
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I put a lonely road will show two of the
to read this occasion you have returned to the riverside home
like combing your hair or wet finishing rain coat
the way out and I also was very much a long
mountain retreat, Ping Wu Extension bigger
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you say, You're silly, much like the child that leaked
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fight the wind, and left broken line error
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beach too long, this does not open out of the footprint of the clouds from the valley
, spring water droplets from the rock crevices
all started, and the ocean where

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rubbing blue and red and white late days, much more beautiful and wrong and I am well into the golden
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cemetery hh
This time, I leave you, they no longer want to see you
read this juncture you have to stay quiet sleep
all our unfinished, leaving
the world to this world, I still marching
body just cut the end of your dreams a hh
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once leaves fall, autumn is a small garden soft
that native paramecium, with its drifting forward, is the shadow of the sun and blue sky
retired and sit, I am counting the TANSEI
want to pick up a flagellum, paddled it into your plan
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ladder
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enough to lure bees to see the fake honey is light yellow rain began etching

off the wall chart a glaze is a dull cloudy day the
empty sleep cuddle bed is set off by soft gray and I have my
who is just a display for displaying
and in between selling and non selling wood winds
I am also a still life with Dan's time in the dark
I spread out the title page of the book
lift the title in last night taken over the past
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I followed, collected a small footprint
How you every evening, you return, return from the beach Hsichih
misty fog, is to see you Miao Miao Review
time, we will meet
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leaning by climbing Meng Yuan of all those
when parked, or I moved, they could not help but long under the anchor bolt slowly

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a sunny day after hibernation, will you looked
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little sister to Hong Kong people are intoxicated send parked
then I was, a small tidal
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speech to the milky night westbound
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collecting the world of Stephen
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neighbors as sister wine to live
points will always live in the Yangtze River sub-head and tail
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