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The yingshang river is not flowing into the sijiucheng river
■ Liu Hanhuang
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Want to write a poem, but not to write
The night, thick, such as Hua missing
The starlight outside the window, such as the sky of the lonely in the sky
A pot of old wine, not to drink the desolate northwest wind
How many people fall asleep, it has nothing to do with me
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I know, there is a lamp far away
Is quietly reflecting on me in your dream
Just do not know, is the middle age of micro white hair
Or ignorant of the frivolous of me
Or was the wangfujing street, a person north of the north green
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It's the most difficult dream to wake up
Interweaving the most memorable moments of our lives
Just my fingertips, can't touch your Liu haiqing
Your smile, no fa tie near my chest
Houhai or 302 bus, Chaoyang park
The book fair of water awl
That string of sugar - coated berry that you clutched in your hand
There is no sweet and tender age of seventeen
The loneliness of my 17 - year - old
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Ryu or Xidan, panjiayuan in the rush of pedestrians
I do not know that fate has never visited, or brush past
I have not leak your youth
Just like, you've never been on the crowded 302 bus
Bumping into my shoulder
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The water of ying river is not always flowing in the south lake
Sijiucheng's car, the Ma Long lamp, the wall brilliant
Nor was it as it was yesterday
If the fate of the subway, did not drive out of the desolate ancient city wall
How can I hold your hand and listen to you
Tell me the nine dragon wall in the north sea, you used to be like me
The water awl's yell, you once walked through my young bewilderment
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It's just Beijing, Fang Fang's sijiucheng
When I go down south, you go north by train, insert
You know, the fragrance that flew in those March
Once crossed the river of time and space, gently landed in my chest
Fate like locks, time - like shuttles
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The night is deep, the dream is in the soul
The wrinkles on his forehead could not hold the lonely fish in the north sea
Lonely back, unable to support the white pagoda, the Buddha's Buddha's Light
We are no longer separated from the walls of the walls that are hard to shake
Autumn, after all, fall into the winter, the sanctity of the winter
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Samsara has put my life in your palm
The setting sun in the forbidden city
The sunflowers have long been opened in our embrace
Although has missed Chaoyang park, water awl
Xidan, wangfujing, and Dashilan, the front door
But we drink the river water, thousands of years, thousands of years of Happy Ever After
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2016 - 11 - 12 in YingShang, Anhui province