Where to sew thoughts, how to be calm. Fallen leaves have tears, they are dew, or your tears. Good morning! No you, not very well. Good morning! Sleepless last night, smiling wistfully. There are seams in the thoughts, the forgetfulness that slips away, such as poetry, summer poetry, water-like poetry, you are a poem, a poem of autumn. I looked at the world, except for you, I didn't stay. You don't say it, you know that this world is yours and not mine, and it is you who looks through the autumn water.

The waves depend on each other, dear, the rainbow country, the sea breeze blows too quickly, Africa and Asia are far away, the wind is frivolous, good tonight! Qing, Qingqing, I am. I'm just a woman who loves life, you're weak and can't help the wind, it's hard to find me, the wind in the world is too changeable, you said. Dear, dear.

I used to think that being cut off is empty, I used to think that it would not break people's ways, and I used to think that beauty was soft. It turns out that the biggest opponent is not poetry, not philosophy, not people, not time, not heaven, not earth, not yourself. You are my opponent, very good, very good, on the top of the lonely peak, the cosmic Luo Xiaoyun will still face off against the ultimate one at the end of his life. The story is almost over, and it appears.

The whirlpool rises, the unborn emperor of music. In the world, he of the Qingzong Laughing Zen Sect ushered in the last emperor, the emperor of feelings. At a moment at different points in time and space, the sky and man are in the sky, and the imagination is free, and both rise. In the daily life of the author, Miao Miao's faint smile, silent eyes on life. She also smiled disdainfully, she said that I am amorous, amorous, and hate love. Immature her, the empty music of her fingers flutters into charm, and the rhyme becomes you.

The Emperor of Feelings, for a moment, was remembered by me and the author at the same time. It was at that time that I finally understood the author's boundless realm, and also cracked his carefree brushwork, the helpless atmosphere of doing what he wanted. The author also understands my way of life, which is based on the trend. The Emperor of Feelings is a girl, a very graceful woman, a person who has an incomparably rich breath of life, and is extremely powerful and powerful in love, surpassing all beings. It's just my impression, I don't know about the author's impression.

The realm of passers-by in the world is very high, but the height is not cold, this is what the ancient Chinese said, I don't agree, what I agree with is, laugh and pass. Actually, I'm just talking about one thought, and this thought is unrestrained. In the name of love letters, in the posture of emptiness. Every day in order to earn money to live, let me have a heart that has no quarrel with the world, I have to play the world, but the world and the world are intertwined with the common life, and then time flashes, you are over thirty, alas......!