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Text: White shade. Every back.
are telling parting.
Between heaven and earth. We are opposite.
Stand up to a certain height.
Stand at a certain distance.
Our shadow in the sun.
also threw themselves to the ground together.
We said it standing up.
A lot of words. The shadow of the underground.
Also whispering.
Small station
Text: White shade. It's late at night.
of a small station.
The moon took all her sorrows.
They were all left on the rails.
Rails or rails.
It's just no longer like and the sun.
It's so hot when we're together.
All night. There will be one or two uneasiness here.
It was a train in the distance.
Bring the roar.
When I was a child, I used to put my ear to the railroad tracks.
That was before the train came.
A kind of hope.
Now I prefer to.
Go and see the back of the train in the distance.
A train passed.
There was a lot of sleep on the train.
A lot of people's dreams.
will fill the gaps in the sleepers.
Read the Sleep Poet Shooting.
Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.