Go on cragged hill road The fructification of crowded bumper harvest in a basket carried on the back Flow to be repeatedly in the bosom of nature Listening to oneself heartbeat Suck wind Qing Dynasty to enrage flavor Rest go up a little while Glance summit slope falls Feeling flies to blue sky like the pigeon Carrying the happiness of one basket on the back Fasten with path of the setting sun Simple and unadorned friend Touching the earth deeply Still have hill tip that pine Fall in love with a person Can be flashy Forget a person Often need very long very long Those once happy days In the dribs and drabs of the precipitation in years Missing in confused life journey The feeling that is familiar with only never goes far however Resemble area of spring breeze stroke Evoke a distressed memory constantly In those days the friend had been far from this world His a basket carried on the back Resemble a boat Slip in the ocean of time That interest is slack Resemble a book Browse constantly in my heart On November 19, 2017 |
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