出 (2-2)

"I write down my youth, but the ink is too light to write about the future, and I can't write about the bohemian, so I go to the mountains and seas all my life, touching the maple leaves in the forest, touching the fishy and salty in the sea, and write down that the world is not only in front of me, but also in poetry and distance." The years after I stop writing, I no longer yearn for it, I yearn for the sun in the morning. Looking at its unruly, my heart is full of joy. After quitting the past years, I often listen to the words that can be expected in the future. In the days to come, I will plan the years after I stop writing, and I will no longer think about it. I yearn for the bright sun in the morning, looking at its unruly, my heart is full of joy. After quitting the past years, I often listen to the words that can be expected in the future. I am thinking about the days in the future. In the mottled and magnificent time, I read poems and distant places.

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