I chose to close the doors and windows, you chose to break in

●Curtain

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Author: Zhou Rong

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I am hiding behind the curtain and spying

is just spying on your

After p2p

there is a curtain

timid

going out is a kind of salvation

coming in is a disaster

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I choose to close the doors and windows

you choose to break in

The curtain moved

is not enough to get in and out of a person

or just wind

●Carton

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Author: p2p

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Every day, the cartons picked up by my mother

are piled up in the living room

are dismantled, folded and tied up

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Tricycle time, mother's old age

p2p

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It’s the festival, mom said

two English, do you want money?

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I'm not doing well

like a cardboard box

●Turn around, it's still the old rain

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Author: Clover Yan

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In the old rain,

looks back, the remnant lotus curls up with the clothes,

is a curtain of rusty frost.

The white wall and blue tiles are unspeakable,

peach symbols are mottled to call fleeting years,

rebounds in the middle of the night,

is melancholy. Qingyuan.

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turned around, and it was the old rain,

sighed, the time has faded,

but the past is fulfilled.

The moon on the bluestone steps gradually becomes more narrow,

separates sorrow and joy as promised,

soft and fragrant fragrance also slowly disappears,

is quiet. Separated.

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turned around, and it was the old rain,

, at the chanting place, I found several brocade poems.

Those who used to be full of floral scents,

lower eyebrows and engrave two thirds of joy,

Are you willing to book a book and splash tea with Jun?

is quiet. Shocked.

●Street tree storefront (outer song)

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Author: Tie Han

The streets are elegant

a thin layer of spray appears

swallows the fresh taste

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the tree sculptures the objects in the landscape

the structure of the clouds

the language of the shop Tearing the notes of the street

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Does it stop?

The street changed his clothes again, and I was really dead

The street hides the objects on the street, and the story of lying leaves some dust and smoke

Yun is sighing,The shop is sighing, the tree is sighing

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▲Life Hospital Home

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Can’t be quiet

Buddha is calling you on the mountain, home is calling you, life is calling you

Toil

Pay money, take medicine, take medicine, and complete the process of one life

fell asleep leaning on a sweet-scented osmanthus tree

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What are you busy every day

temperature, or strong wind and rain , Or the structure of a tornado

In the words of life, I see only pessimism or despair

Wife sitting in a wheelchair can not see the spring

but evokes the tranquility of the evening, tightly hugging the light of orange_ p2p

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It’s almost light now

The daughter next door walked on the edge of death for a time

The ward was finally quiet

And my heart was like a drumbeat

staring at that Fluorescent lamp

Looking at the dark night, counting the cars with lights

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Discovering the poet in action Edit: Chen Yefeng Wanzhong Moon Xiaoer Jinyu Li Xiangming Wu Chaohong Kindly sky

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