Yu Xiuhua's poems travel across half of China, and China sleeps in your full text.

Halfway across China to sleep with you.

In fact, it is similar to sleeping with you and being slept by you, but it is

The force of collision between two objects is nothing more than the flower driven by this force.

It is nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened.

In most parts of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up.

Some neglected political prisoners and refugees

Elk and red-crowned crane at gunpoint all the way.

I slept with you through bullets.

I pushed countless nights to sleep with you at dawn.

I am countless, I met one, I sleep with you.

Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies.

Think of some praise as spring

Take a village similar to Hengdian as my hometown.

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Are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you.