No. 020 Scarred, my sea
I've often wondered,
What should the most beautiful words look like,
Is it enough to integrate poetry, calligraphy, painting and music into one?
How about injecting emotions and thoughts?
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Is there ever such a text?
How many?
There are many attempts in my #intelligence power# and #water is not warm month#,
But how many people are actually reading?
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The author's concerns about the reader,
It's after you've been here,
Will there be no going back.
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Good night, my friend,
Good night's sleep,
Take my sweet dreams,
Make it dawn.
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And I,
Will be two hours later,
Look at us again,
Whether they have the same dream.
β β
Thank you!
It's the sediment that rises,
The old pain is mentioned again,
#ζ°΄δΈζζ#ε·²δΌ€θΏ,
Lose a lot,
The geese fly away and don't fly back,
can keep a little,
It's not easy,
Your love,
I will cherish it.
β β β
scarred,
#ζ°΄δΈζζ#θ΄₯ε ΄θε½.
Is it still useful to write again?
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No need to ask,
It must be written.
Just, old friends,
How much more can you forgive me?
Shen Zhou was not sure.
β β β β
People who can fight again,
There has to be support, too.
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You are #waternot warmmonth#the most important
cardio booster,
You are the chart of the sunken ship,
Whether in rivers, lakes and seas, or in outer space,
Even if I read you ten thousand times,
It's not enough either.
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In the days of the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion,
How can the sinking boat leave you.