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There is always someone sitting by the river Watching the ripples of the water The story of fallen leaves covers the past of the water
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
A person is so beautiful, you can be as beautiful as you want, just a beam of sunlight shining on you, you can also take it as bathing in the stars.
The sun falls on my face Treats the grass and trees, treats the snowy winter Treats a person who lives in the cold
I am no longer a spiritually active young person or rather, I am a young person but I am listless all day long
I changed my clothes and stood up. I left the familiar building in a trance. I walked for a long time, but I didn't know
There are too many shaky things in my body Regarding the meaning of life, I can only ask a quiet lamp Before everything is answered
Once upon a time, there was a little goldfish living in a quiet pond. The brightness and beauty of its shape set it apart from other fish. But this is no ordinary fish. It is said to have the power to grant the wishes of those it finds.
By Lucian2 years ago in Fiction
Mother, you make so many sacrifices. Others can rest But you remain awake and vigilant. Mother, lost in love for your newborn
Deep in the evergreen forest, where the moon shines through the tall pines, lives a wolf named Lycan. Despite their fierce and wild nature, Lycans are lonely souls who long for companionship and love.
By Lucian2 years ago in Writers
If love cannot be expressed If love cannot be embraced If love cannot hold hands If love cannot sleep together
Dear Wandering in front of your window, I don’t want to be the moon I want to be that ordinary broom Sweeping the moonlight for you
The man who once regarded me as spring has long had his own summer I live in his promise of spring flowers No flower has bloomed so far
